每到咖啡屋喝咖啡时，我便会想起家乡那浓浓的乡茶。家乡处在一个僻远的小山沟，几乎家家户户都有自家的茶园。一到春天，姑娘媳妇便提个小竹椅，挎个小竹篮，坐在碧绿的茶树丛中，一手牵着那枝条，一手飞快地摘下一片片鲜嫩的茶叶。她们边摘边扯着嗓子唱那山歌；常常是这... Every time I drink coffee in a coffee shop, I think of the thick tea in my hometown. Hometown in a remote ditch, almost every household has its own tea plantation. As soon as spring came, the girl-in-law gave a small bamboo chair and a small basket of bamboo leaves. Sitting in the green tea trees, she took the branches in her hand and swiftly took off a piece of fresh tea. They pick the side of the song to sing the song; often this is ...