The mountains in the distance are like black clouds, but the flowing clouds are floating quietly nearby. As he raised his hands to watch, he felt anxious again. The rain is coming, and if we can't finish picking this large tea field before then, it will all be wasted.
The woman picking tea nearby, like me, had dexterous fingers, like a dragonfly touching water, but she picked only the most tender and fine buds. The bamboo basket was slowly filled with flying and flying. The fragrance overflows and surrounds you. Although he was as anxious as me, he had no time to look at the sky. Who to blame? I complain that the rain this year came earlier than in previous years. I still blame myself. It was obvious that the experienced old man had already informed me that the rain would come earlier, but I was so preoccupied that I forgot to tell everyone.
Thinking it was because the tedious preparations for getting married made her dizzy, Xiaodie made a joke. The women covered their faces and laughed. Fortunately, no one complained too much. Quickly and slowly to help, and sending extra manpower, the problem was solved in all likelihood.
Then, with laughter, we waited for the rain to wash us away, and for the sky to clear up. Waiting for a new group of buds to peek out, waiting for my wedding day to arrive.