Spring has just entered April

It is the awakening of Mingqian tea

Eighty degree water temperature

The soup is green, fragrant and pure

This cup of old tea from last year

Brought by his father from his hometown in Xinyang

Also along with it

The laughter and joy of picking tea in childhood

And the thick black shiny tea oil on your fingers

My father was still very young at that time

I haven’t heard anything about work

Three decades of vicissitudes

There is always a drink around you

The bitterness and sweetness of hometown

Today

The old father with gray hair on his temples

I often talk about the old tea garden

As plain as three courses of tea

Even though time has already washed away the tea stain

But I can no longer take away the fragrance in my memory

(Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company: Zhang Zongyong)