你是山的儿子,你是南方母亲勤劳和智慧的结晶。茶,你翠绿色的生命一诞生,就从不黯淡…… 你一定要走出大山,于是,你被母亲的双臂托付给漫漫征途。采摘,折断了你对故土的千丝情,万般爱。接着,你要在灼热中猛地蜷缩、窒息,被冲撞、挤压,直到烘干你生命的最后一滴水汁。纵然,路途的坎坷让你受尽磨难,你脊梁不断。纵然,岁月的流逝让你遍尝冷暖,你矢志不移。你的躯体因此变得结实、干练,你的品质因此变得醇厚、芳香。 You are the son of the mountain, you are the crystallization of industrious and wise mother in the south. Tea, your emerald life was born, never dim ... you must go out of the mountains, so, you are entrusted by the mother’s arms to the long journey. Picking, broken your homeland thousands of love, love. Then, you’re going to curl in the heat, choking, being bumpged and squeezed until the last drop of juice in your life dries up. Although, the rough road so that you suffer, you keep the backbone. Even though, the passage of years let you taste the warmth, you are determined to move. Your body thus becomes strong and capable, and your qualities become mellow and fragrant.