On Sunday, we went to the grave. At the foot of the mountain, I saw rows of low trees. I cant help but wonder, what kind of tree is this, mom?
Mother said: this is the tea tree. If you want to pick tea, you need to pick its head. Its the bud in two small leaves. I took the bag and picked up the tea. I carefully picked a piece of tea, soon I picked a lot.
When we got home, my mother and I took the pot and fried the tea. After that, we soaked it for Dad to drink, and said, this is the tea that I picked by myself. Have a drink. Dad took a drink and said, its so fragrant! I smiled happily.