Banzhu has always been a mysterious and beautiful existence for me.
"The white clouds on the Nine Ridges Mountain fly, and the emperor rides the wind under the green wei." A thousand tears of a branch of bamboo, a hundred flowers of red xia. "A village is named after the bamboo, even if it is small and remote, with this name, people feel the mystery and beauty of the village." The bamboo swayed with the wind, and the story was passed on. I have always held this nostalgia, looking forward to meeting Banzhu. I met and met a stubble of bamboo people, but they said that there is no more bamboo in the current bamboo village, only wild camellia that spreads over the mountains. I thought to myself that I must go to see this bamboo village without bamboo, taste the wild mountain tea there, and smell whether there is an ancient Xiao and Xiangfeizi in the tea fragrance.
At the beginning of March this year, Banzhu Village, Chixi Town, Jiaocheng District, let the spring breeze bring me a wisp of tea fragrance, which was a sincere invitation. A blossom, a leaf of spring and autumn, began my journey of a bowl of tea. The mountain village slowly awakens in the rain and dew, the skirts of the clouds flutter on the mountainside, and the endless green adorns the rolling mountains. Wander the off-the-beaten-path mountain peaks, and the air is filled with warm wetness. The landscape awakens in the season, I wake up in a large bowl of tea, and the scene of waking up together has many hazy meanings with each other, and the mountains, the countryside, and the tea garden are all hazy poems. The clouds and mist at the top of the mountain are the green veils of wild tea, and the cooking smoke of the village is the sandalwood of the tea people's day... But everything is hazy, always quiet in the big bowl of tea, and the figure of the person who mined this barren mountain and planted tea is still walking through the mountain road where he once had thorns and thorns; the tea picker's back basket rests on the bare rock; the bag of tea green is from here back to the bamboo.
Poetry is nourished in poetic places, and good tea is also born in good places with quality. The wild tea in Banzhu Village may grow in rock crevices and roadside ridges, all of which are rocks that have been weathered and loosened into soil over the years, mixed with rubble fragments, and the rough grain has become a garden for wild tea. Tea seeds fall to the ground and take root into trees, they are not as delicate as pruned tea trees, although short, but the toughness of the branches seems to lurk with unimaginable lethality, and the roots penetrate through the hard rock fragments and plunge deep into the ground. When the four seasons change, the program is set, wind, frost, snow and rain as an interlude, holding the rock head to absorb the essence of the sky light and rain dew, and nurturing the young leaves. I couldn't help but approach gently, leaning over and sniffing the new leaves of the tea tree. The bright green has become the old tea, the tender green is the new tea, the furry two small javelins, this is the top tea green. One tree and three kinds of tea leaves, I suddenly sighed: tea trees are not old, green leaves are easy to grow old, a festival missed, tender tea green will become an old tea woman. Pinching the three-color tea green, looking at the fate and value given by time, sniffing, can not distinguish what taste, then put it in the mouth to chew, astringent astringent, mouth fresh, really good tea.
Tea has been found since thousands of years of history, legend has it that Shennong's outing, boiling water in a kettle, a gust of wind blowing through a few leaves floating into the pot, boiled water, its color is yellowish, drinking in the mouth of the thirst, refreshing the mind, to Shennong's experience of tasting hundreds of herbs, judged as a medicine, so tea began with medicinal use. But this medicine, unlike others, drinks back to sweetness, refreshes the spirit and relieves fatigue, so it is often drunk, and tea has become the first of all drinks. For me, who was born in the south and grew up in the south, tea is the most familiar, tea in our hometown is called "tea rice", and guests at home must first serve a bowl of tea made of "tea rice". Three or five friends chatting after dinner, must put out a tea set, the sky is north and south, the sea and the sky are wide and the mountains are open. Tea is appreciated by all the customs, seven things to open the door: chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea, tea is so close to our ordinary life, and qinqi calligraphy and painting poetry wine tea, but it is another deep and timeless culture.
The world is ever-changing, and the growth of all things is like an anime in the eyes of today's human beings, growing in the morning and night, flowers and flowers, fruit, and even want to make plants tall. And with the tea fragrance wafting out of the tea nature, tea products, tea ceremony can not change. The nature of the tea heart is natural, the sky is blowing, the sky is shining, the dew is bathing, the earth is nourishing, the earth water is refreshing, all of which are harmonious in heaven and earth, and the essence is there, so there is no shortcut to good tea, in addition to good tea green, good craftsmanship, but also the heart and art. Spotted bamboo tea people are far away from the hustle and bustle, ploughing and working, not affected by the outside world, going with the times, following the ancient law, picking tea, making tea seems to be in a race against time, picking on time, not late or early. The processes of killing, kneading, withering, fermenting, and drying are full of the skills and hearts of the bamboo people. Look at its kung fu is not a one-move style, but a single-mindedness. This is how the ancestors of the Banzhu people made tea, and it is still the same here today, they follow the law of nature with the heart of a child, and make tea with time and shade, starting year after year.
Pick up a bunch of mountain springs in the mountain stream, clear, sweet, quench your thirst, but feel that something is missing. Brewing a pot of tea in a tea house, a few friends are north and south, and they also feel that there are shortcomings. Think about it, a bowl of tea in the field of Banzhu Mountain, there is no shortage of anything. The heart of the tea people, the way of tea art, the fireworks in the world, the wild fun in the mountains, everything melts into a leaf of ups and downs, even if it is the freedom of the gods and immortals, the elegance pursued by the high people can reach the mountains with the wind, and this bowl of tea in Banzhu Village will definitely be fragrant.
Author: Chen Qiaozhu Source: Big Dream Banana City