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微Q電195-2209-9832同步)那边到处都是一片片的水稻田，每家每户都烧香祭神，气体里就都是这类大米和略微熏香的味儿，和我们这沐浴液的味儿一模一样！并且在印尼巴厘岛做SPA全是室外或是半室外的，吸得那样的气体做推拿，对心身全是一种医治！做SPA这就是我最喜欢的日子心绪清除全都不愿融进自然界再次放空自己的内心。

不经意间，翻开旧时相片，一样的物，一样的人，却是不一样的思绪，不一样的语言。时光荏苒，匆匆的似水流年，冲走了多少年少的记忆，却冲不走我那永远惦记的年少朋友，那一抹翠绿的茶。

还记得小时候，家乡旁边伫立着的座座茶山。我呢，总爱跟外公外婆上山养茶，茶叶香几乎弥漫在我童年的全部时光。采茶，更是我一年中最期盼的时刻，每每到了这个时候，即便是和外公外婆软磨硬泡，我也定是要上茶山的。站在茶山脚下朝上望，一排排整齐的茶叶丛真像一队队士兵俯视我，他们守护着心中的圣地，让我顿生爱慕之情。开始往山上爬，那茶丛又成了绿色精灵，在山中飞舞着、嬉戏着。每当这时，我总会情不自禁走进其中一丛茶，就像怕惊扰到她们似的、轻轻择下一片嫩绿的叶儿，放在鼻尖轻嗅，全身心地徜徉在茶味中。采茶的过程可以说是枯燥无味的，要在一丛又一丛的茶叶里寻找鲜嫩的、刚刚萌芽不久的叶片，对我而言，却是极其富有乐趣的。轻轻拨开叶片层，找寻着躲藏起来的嫩叶儿，更像是在与她们玩捉迷藏，你躲我捉，好不愉快。太老的茶叶是不能采的，可我却偏偏喜欢那老叶。深绿的叶片上又不乏泛着一点点新绿色，成熟中又带着点俏皮，活像一个文化人，在与我谈经论道呢。那老茶的茶叶味儿同样也是为我所喜爱的，摘下一片放入嘴中，苦中带涩，却也有着那山的独特韵味。

我最喜爱的还是雨中的茶。周围下着毛毛细雨的茶山，被一层薄薄的烟雾所笼罩，远远看上去好似仙境一般，若隐若现，神秘悠远。那茶叶仿佛正吸收着大自然的精华，连空气中都带上了稀薄的茶香，令人心旷神怡。暴雨中的茶山又有一种别样的风情，磅礴的气势什么都挡不住了，轰然伫立在面前，给予我无数的震撼。雨停，茶叶们好像也放松了下来，吸收完精华，空气中的茶香正逐渐变浓，山上的茶叶更绿了，绿得直逼我的眼、直逼我的心，令人忍不住想亲近她们、抚摸她们、品味她们。带着雨滴的茶叶更有一点韵味，放入嘴中轻含，多添了些雨的滋润与清甜，掩去了些茶的酸苦与涩意，让我的心也随之亮了起来，浸润在这满山茶香中。

合上相册，不免多了一些惆怅，好久未归家的心，又跳动了起来。我打定主意，要回家一趟，看看我幼时采茶走过的小路、看看我记忆中的茶山、看看山上是否翠绿依旧。

Inadvertently, opening old photos, the same things, the same people, but different thoughts, different languages. Time flies, rushing like water, washing away many young memories, but unable to wash away my forever remembered young friend, that touch of emerald green tea.

I still remember when I was a child, the tea mountains standing next to my hometown. I always like to go up the mountain with my grandparents to raise tea, and the fragrance of tea permeates almost all of my childhood. Picking tea is the most anticipated moment of the year for me, and even if it’s a tough time with my grandparents, I definitely want to go to the tea mountain. Standing at the foot of the tea mountain and looking up, rows of neatly arranged tea bushes looked down on me like soldiers guarding the holy land in my heart, which made me feel a sense of admiration. Starting to climb up the mountain, the tea bushes became green elves again, dancing and playing in the mountains. Whenever this happens, I can’t help but walk into one of the tea bushes, as if afraid of disturbing them. I gently select a tender green leaf and place it on my nose to sniff, immersing myself wholeheartedly in the tea flavor. The process of picking tea can be said to be dry and tasteless, and searching for fresh and newly sprouted leaves among clumps of tea leaves is extremely enjoyable for me. Gently prying open the layer of leaves and searching for the hidden tender leaves, it’s more like playing hide and seek with them. You hide and I hide, isn’t it pleasant. Old tea leaves cannot be picked, but I happen to like those old leaves. The dark green leaves exude a hint of new green, and mature with a hint of playfulness, resembling a cultural figure who is discussing scriptures with me. The tea flavor of that old tea is also beloved by me. Taking a piece and putting it in my mouth, it tastes bitter and astringent, but also has the unique charm of that mountain.

My favorite is still tea in the rain. The tea mountain, surrounded by drizzling rain, is shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, which looks like a fairyland from afar, faintly visible and mysterious. The tea seems to be absorbing the essence of nature, and even the thin tea fragrance in the air is refreshing. Tea Mountain in the rainstorm has a different style. The magnificent momentum can not stop anything. Standing in front of me, it gives me countless shocks. When the rain stopped, the tea people seemed to relax and absorb the essence. The tea fragrance in the air was gradually becoming thicker, and the tea on the mountain was greener. It was green to my eyes and heart, which made me want to get close to them, touch them, and taste them. The tea leaves with raindrops have a more lingering charm. They are gently put into my mouth, adding more moisture and sweetness from the rain, masking the bitterness and bitterness of the tea, and making my heart light up, soaking in the fragrance of this mountain tea.

Closing the album inevitably added some melancholy, and the heart that had not returned home for a long time began to beat again. I have made up my mind to go home and see the path I took when I was young to pick tea, the tea mountains in my memory, and whether the mountains are still green.