人之爱茶,犹如饥饿的人看到面包,也恍若恋人久别后的重逢。孩提时,我寄养在小山村祖父祖母家。对于茶味的刻骨铭心,最初的记忆来自祖父。平日来了客人,祖父祖母总会奉上一杯热茶。因为年纪小,对周遭的一切总是充满着好奇。当祖父打开盛放茶叶的锡制茶罐,缓缓地抖出茶叶之时,我总会不山自主地做深呼吸状,那种似乎挟裹着漫山遍野的浩荡清香,从锡罐巾溜 Love of tea, like a hungry people to see bread, but also reminding us of scenes reunion after a long time lover. As a child, I foster a small village grandfather and grandmother home. For the unforgettable tea flavor, the first memory from the grandfather. Guests come on weekdays, grandparents always offer a cup of hot tea. Because of my age, I am always curious about everything around me. When my grandfather opened the tin-made tea pot in full bloom of tea, slowly shaking out the leaves of tea, I would always take a deep breathing breathlessly.