星期六下午,天气晴朗,我和爸爸去白塔湖湿地公园边的茶园参观。茶园位于湿地边的山坡上,茶树高高低低一行一行排列着,像海上绿色的波浪。走近一看,茶树已经抽出了嫩嫩的新枝绿叶,似探出一个个小脑袋,你不让我,我不让你,争着跟我们打招呼。爸爸说,这些新叶、嫩芽采摘下来,就可以制作成茶叶了。听爸爸一说,我感觉已经闻到了茶香。山上有不少采茶女腰间别着竹箩在茶树间采摘,她们熟练地舞动着双手,手指在茶尖上翻飞。我也想试试,结果要么叶片摘碎了,要么叶 Saturday afternoon, the weather is fine, my father and I went to Baita Lake wetland park tea garden visit. The tea plantation is located on the slopes beside the wetlands. Tea trees are lined up high and low, like green waves at sea. Closer look, the tea tree has taken out a tender new branches and green leaves, like to explore a small head, you do not let me, I do not let you, striving to greet us. Dad said that these new leaves, buds picked down, you can make into tea. Listen to my father, I feel the smell of tea. There are quite a few tea-picking women in the mountains who do not have bamboo shoots picking them in the tea trees. They skillfully danced with both hands and fingers flipping through the tea canes. I also want to try, the result is either the leaves shredded, or leaves