春天一到,茶山上到处都是绿油油的茶树,被人们修剪得整整齐齐,一垄垄沿着山势而上,远望去像绿色海洋里起伏的波浪,又像一级级延伸至天空的绿色台阶。听着采茶歌,我脑海里又蹦出一个想法,那一垄垄茶树不就是一个个绿色琴键吗?它们或高或低地排列开来,共同奏出了安溪美丽的风景线,奏出了“绿色茶园,绿美安溪”田园之歌。 When the spring came, tea trees were lush green tea trees, trimmed neatly by people, a ridge along the mountain ridge, afar like undulating waves in the green sea, like a first class extends to the sky Green stairs. Listening to the tea-picking song, my mind jumped out an idea that a ridge of tea is not a green key? They are arranged high or low to open a beautiful Anxi scenery, played a “Green Tea Garden, Green America Anxi ” pastoral song.