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外婆家住在山清水秀的径山村，那里是著名的径山茶出产地，每年这个时候，外婆都忙坏了。今天，刚好是双休日，妈妈带我来外婆家帮外婆采茶叶，我兴奋得像一只出笼的小鸟，快乐极了。

来到小山村，这里的景色美极了，到处是一片绿色。我来不及欣赏美景，就被外婆和妈妈催促着去采茶叶了。听说茶地在前面的小山坡上，我直冲在最前面。上山的小路弯弯曲曲，在竹林里盘旋而上，没走多远，我就上气不接下气了，外婆笑着叫我慢慢走。终于，我爬到了小山坡顶上。放眼望去，外婆家所在的小山村在我的脚下了，这时，耳边传来一阵阵的说笑声，哦，山上有很多人在采茶叶，怪不得这么热闹！我回头一看，啊，身后好大的一片茶园，只见一排排的茶树如一列列士兵站得整整齐齐，我猜测这里应该有三十几排茶树吧！现在正是径山茶长得最旺盛的时候，到处都是嫩嫩的绿色。细看茶树，嫩绿色的.小芽被墨绿色的大叶片抱住了，像一个小宝宝被包在里面，可爱极了！我走近外婆，看见不少细细的、嫩嫩的茶叶已经躺在外婆的篮子里了，我很兴奋，外婆手把手地教我采茶叶，并且告诉我，采茶叶要用拇指和食指，采的时候眼睛要看准嫩叶，两叶一芽，用力一提，尽量不要采碎了……我还没听完外婆的话，就迫不及待地学着外婆的样子摘起茶叶来。可是俗话说得好，“说说容易做做难”！你瞧！在外婆手里那么听话的茶叶，到了我手里，却并不听话，不是这个叶子掉了，就是那个叶子碎了，不一会儿，我的手臂就酸了，而我的小篮子里也只有稀稀疏疏数得清的几片茶叶，加上太阳当头照，我有点不耐烦了，想打“退堂鼓”。在不远处的妈妈见了，招呼我到她面前，语重心长地对我说：“采茶叶是一门细心的活，要静下心来才能采好茶叶，妈妈相信你肯定行。”有了妈妈的鼓励和指导，我又投入了采茶的队伍。我努力地看准每一片茶叶，以最快的速度采摘着。手累了，甩甩手；脚站酸了，蹲一蹲。我一直坚持着，嫩芽似乎也开始明白我的心思了，变得乖巧多了，不时地在我的指尖跳舞，我的小篮子里茶叶也越来越多了。

夕阳西下，外婆招呼我们回家了。我把采到的茶叶倒在外婆的大篮子里，外婆不断地表扬我真能干，我听了，心里像喝了蜜一样甜！树林里的小鸟“叽叽喳喳”地欢叫着，山坡上传来人们爽朗的笑声，在丰收的喜悦中，人们演奏着一首采茶曲，在这个群山环抱的茶园里采茶真是一种享受呀！

My grandmother lives in the picturesque Jingshan Village, which is a famous producer of Jingshan tea. Every year at this time, my grandmother is very busy. Today, it happened to be a weekend. My mother brought me to my grandmother’s house to help her pick tea. I was so excited that I was like a little bird out of a cage, extremely happy.

Arriving at the small mountain village, the scenery here is extremely beautiful, with green everywhere. I didn’t have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, so my grandmother and mother urged me to pick tea leaves. I heard that the tea field is on the small hill ahead, and I headed straight ahead. The path up the mountain was winding and winding, swirling in the bamboo forest. Before walking far, I was out of breath. My grandmother smiled and asked me to walk slowly. Finally, I climbed to the top of the hill. Looking around, the small mountain village where my grandmother’s house is located is at my feet. At this moment, there are bursts of laughter in my ears. Oh, there are many people picking tea on the mountain, no wonder it’s so lively! I looked back and saw a large tea garden behind me. I saw rows of tea trees standing neatly like soldiers. I guess there should be over thirty rows of tea trees here! Now is the time when Jingshan tea is growing at its peak, with tender green everywhere. Looking closely at the tea tree, it is tender green. The small buds are hugged by the large dark green leaves, like a baby wrapped inside, extremely cute! I approached my grandmother and saw many delicate and tender tea leaves lying in her basket. I was very excited. My grandmother taught me how to pick tea leaves hand in hand and told me to use her thumb and index finger when picking tea leaves. When picking tea leaves, my eyes should focus on the tender leaves, two leaves, one bud, and try not to break them… Before I finished listening to my grandmother’s words, I couldn’t wait to pick the tea leaves like her. But as the saying goes, ‘It’s easier said than done’! Look! The tea leaves that were so obedient in my grandmother’s hands were not obedient to me. Either this leaf fell off or that leaf broke, and soon my arms became sore. In my small basket, there were only a few sparse and sparse pieces of tea leaves, and with the sun shining on my head, I felt a bit impatient and wanted to play the ‘retreat drum’. My mother, who was not far away, met me and greeted me in front of her. She spoke earnestly and said to me, “Picking tea is a meticulous job, and you need to calm down to pick it well. Mom believes you can definitely do it.” With my mother’s encouragement and guidance, I joined the team of tea picking again. I worked hard to identify each piece of tea and picked it as quickly as possible. Hands tired, shake them off; Stand with sore feet, squat down. I kept persevering, and the tender buds seemed to understand my thoughts, becoming much more obedient. They danced at my fingertips from time to time, and there were more and more tea leaves in my small basket.

As the sun set, my grandmother hailed us home. I poured the tea leaves I picked into my grandmother’s big basket, and she kept praising me for my abilities. Upon hearing this, my heart was as sweet as honey! The birds in the forest chirped happily, and people’s hearty laughter came from the hillside. In the joy of harvest, people played a tea picking song. Picking tea in this tea garden surrounded by mountains is really a pleasure!