A curtain of spring is about to end, and the tea smoke is fine and the flowers are falling. The quiet and vast tea garden in front of me, nestled in the mountains and rivers, grows quietly, and finally condenses into a green, surging green and warm.

I walked into the tea garden, and the fragrant fragrance floated to my nose, making me linger and intoxicated in the tea garden. After a few spring rains, the sleeping tea seedlings have woken up and pulled out a light green bud from the treetop. drop. Among the tea bushes are scattered yellow and white wildflowers, some already blooming, some shyly holding buds, sending wisps of fragrance in the breeze.

Tea grows silently in the secluded mountains, bringing people a fragrance. I picked a small bud, put it in the palm of my hand, looked at it, and my thoughts drifted away slowly with the breeze in the mountains. The petite tea leaves, after a series of experiences such as picking, rubbing, and baking, become a brand-new body and put into the hot boiling water, and finally bring people fragrance and tranquility. Tea has completed Nirvana, life is for death, and death is life, and tea blooms between life and death. I seem to feel the sweet and mellow tea fragrance slowly flowing on the tip of my tongue and flowing into my heart.

Isn't this the spirit of a martyr who goes through fire and water and sacrifices himself for others! The scene in the morning reappeared in front of my eyes. The whole class stood quietly in front of the solemn and majestic Martyrs Monument, listening to the wind in the mountains telling the hero's past. They were born in obscurity and died vigorously. For the sake of the motherland and the people, they rushed to the forefront of the battle without hesitation. After the baptism of cruel wars, they gave their precious lives, but their spiritual flowers bloom forever. We dedicate our handmade white flowers to these heroes who are sleeping underground, and pay tribute to the heroes. Your soul will live in the world forever, and your spirit will live in my heart forever.

A gust of wind blew, bringing the fragrance from a distance, the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of spring mud, and the strong fragrance of tea. Following this fragrance, through this unparalleled green, with the fragrance all over my body, I crossed the thorny path with my head held high and walked towards the avenue.