Make a cup of spring tea with your own hands at the tea garden in Wei Sung Yuen

The afternoon 🔅 sun shines through the clouds Dye the lawn of Wei Sung Garden Hotel with golden dots The tea mountain 🏔️ in the distance is shrouded in mist A few figures nearby were hidden among the tea trees Touch the slightly curled tender shoots on the branches with your fingertips🌱 The bamboo woven tea basket is covered with the moisture of 💧 morning dew The bud tips make a small crumbling sound as they fall into the bottom of the basket Freshly picked 🌿 tea greens fell into the hot pot The tea juice slowly seeps out of the meridians between stir-frying It emits a scent of 🍃 tea full of firewood ✨When twilight falls The tea embryo is rolled into a 🌙 crescent moon on a bamboo plaque 🍵 The tea soup in the porcelain pot has an amber haze Someone picked up the newly fried tea leaves and gave them a gentle sniff In a trance, I can taste the coolness of the mountain breeze and clouds ☁️ intertwined The evening glow flows along the tea ridge The figure of the tea frying person, the bamboo plaque for drying tea🌟 Along with the scent of 🪴 tea that has not dispersed on the lawn Kneaded into 🌈 Huangshan spring day most poetic footnote The tea mountain still whispered in the clouds The spring in the bag awaits an unexpected awakening