茶树漫山遍野地绽放,百万茶花绵延直上天堂。摘茶的人们随手抓一把夹着花香的潮湿的雾气,往头发上一抹,比洗发水还能持久留香。每年这时候,茶场场长老杨都要来到茶山,除了听取我父亲简单的工作汇报外,还要扛着一支长长的火枪越过山沟和山梁,与奔奔跳跳的动物成为敌人。我像一只背叛的狗异常兴奋地跟在老杨后面不时提供线索,尽管经常一无所获,回来时浑身湿透,筋疲力尽,但我对那 Tea trees bloom all over the mountains, millions of Camellia stretches straight to heaven. People pick tea readily grasp a damp mist of flowers, to the hair touch, than shampoo can also lasting fragrance. Every year at this time, the presbyterian Yang came to Dasan, in addition to listening to my father’s simple report of work, but also carrying a long firearm across the ravine and ridge, and BenBing jumping animals become enemies. I was like a betrayed dog with unusually excited clues from behind Lao Yang from time to time, though often found nothing, exhausted, exhausted, but I’m right