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喝茶，是我每个周五回家必做的事。回到家的时候，妈妈总在做饭，而爸爸总会为我们泡一壶热茶。

爸爸非常喜欢喝茶。每天晚上不喝茶就不舒服，喝茶已经成为了他的习惯，也成为了我和妈妈的习惯。爸爸每次泡茶的时候总会笑着问我们“来一杯不？”我以前对喝茶没什么兴趣，但在爸爸的影响下，现在是越来越喜欢了。

我比较喜欢喝味道苦一点，浓一点的茶，所以爸爸每次都会迁就我而把茶泡的很浓很浓。苦一点的茶会让我越喝越感到有一丝的甜味儿，接着就是一杯接着一杯，停不了地喝了。爸爸喜欢味道淡一点的茶，他每次都把很浓的茶加一点水冲淡来喝。他喝茶的方式也和我大有不同，我是大口大口的喝，而爸爸则是慢慢的喝。每当我喝完一大杯，要求爸爸加的时候，看到爸爸杯子里的茶还是满的。爸爸喝茶的时候是十分享受的，每喝一口，他都要把茶先吹吹。把嘴唇贴到茶杯上，喝一小口，嘴巴还会发出“啧啧”的声音。妈妈对茶就没什么要求了，来者不拒，有什么喝什么。

周末的时候，我都会把自己关在房间里写作业。写着写着，门被敲了两下后打开了。进来的是爸爸，还有一阵浓郁的茶香味。爸爸把茶轻轻放在我桌面上，对我说：“来，别太累了，喝杯茶吧。”对我笑了笑后便出去了。

我喝了两口后便继续写着，一会儿后爸爸又走进来，把我的茶杯拿起来，“来，再帮你加点”，他把茶拿出去加满后又走进来了。这时妈妈在外面喊：“你老这样进进出出的打扰到儿子写作业了。”爸爸像没听到似的，继续捧着茶，乐呵呵地看着我。我把茶接了过来，还了他一个微笑。

爸爸走出去后，我心中感到特别的温暖，爸爸冲茶给我其实是想让我休息下，此时我的手中的茶温暖着我的心，之后一饮而尽……

我爱喝茶，爱喝爸爸泡的茶，爱喝那杯有很浓茶味和很浓爱意的茶。谢谢您，爸爸！

Drinking tea is something I must do every Friday when I come home. When we returned home, my mother was always cooking, while my father would always make us a pot of hot tea.

Dad likes drinking tea very much. Drinking tea every night is uncomfortable, and it has become his habit, as well as my mother and I. Every time my father makes tea, he always smiles and asks us, “Would you like a cup?” I used to have little interest in drinking tea, but under my father’s influence, I am becoming more and more fond of it now.

I prefer to drink tea with a bitter and strong taste, so my father always gives in to me and makes the tea very strong and strong. Bitter tea makes me feel a hint of sweetness the more I drink it, and then one cup after another, I can’t stop drinking it. Dad likes tea with a lighter taste, and he always drinks strong tea diluted with a little water. His way of drinking tea is also very different from mine. I drink it in large gulps, while my father drinks it slowly. Whenever I finish a large cup and ask my dad to add it, I see that the tea in my dad’s cup is still full. Dad enjoys tea very much when he drinks it. Every sip he takes, he blows the tea first. Stick your lips to the teacup and take a sip, your mouth will still make a “tsk tsk” sound. Mom doesn’t have much demand for tea anymore. Everyone comes and drinks whatever they want.

On weekends, I usually lock myself in my room to do my homework. It was written, and the door was knocked twice before opening. Dad came in, and there was a strong aroma of tea. Dad gently placed the tea on my desk and said to me, “Come on, don’t get too tired, have a cup of tea.” After smiling at me, he went out.

After taking two sips, I continued to write. After a while, my father walked in again, picked up my tea cup, and said, “Here, I’ll help you add more.” He took out the tea and filled it up before walking in again. At this moment, my mother was shouting outside, “You keep bothering my son’s homework by coming in and out like this.” My father continued to hold tea as if he hadn’t heard me, looking at me happily. I picked up the tea and gave him a smile.

After Dad walked out, I felt a special warmth in my heart. Dad brewed tea for me to actually let me rest. At this moment, the tea in my hand warmed my heart, and I drank it all in one gulp

I love drinking tea, I love the tea made by my father, and I love drinking that cup of tea with a strong tea flavor and strong love. Thank you, Dad!