Mother loves tea.

She likes to make tea with glasses. Slender tea leaves in a transparent glass, lying quietly at the bottom of the cup. Mother poured the boiling water into the cup, and the tea was awakened at once. They kept spinning, like the dancing elves, scrambling to surface.

The leaves slowly stretch their green tea. Some of the tea can not bear loneliness, twisting the body to the lower reaches, like looking for a mother; some tea floating in the water, look outside the scenery; some tea like naughty little goldfish, wandering around.

Later, tea may play tired, have been lying at the bottom of the cup, sleep. The mother cup, gently blowing to the cup of hot air, drink a mouthful: "you come to a delicious."

My mother handed me the cup, I can smell far tea fragrance. I tried to take a sip of it. There's a special smell!

Now I love tea, too.