冬雨铁观音茶花香

秋季的铁观音香韵早已採秃了茶树的嫩绿，留下深绿色老茶叶在矮小的茶树上稳稳矗立，似乎不被采摘就已站稳自己拥枝而立的地位，漫不经心地眜斜着冬雨里镶在茶树上蘸水的茶花。

寒冬里已经枯草萧瑟，已然不多的一抹素香，竟也隐没在这朦朦的寒雨里，如不用心，很难发现这铁观音的茶花竟然开在深冬。

因不是观赏花，也不是用来期待收获的花，一般不引人注目。不多的白色花瓣中植了好些嫩黄的芯，在这茶园一抹抹冬季的浓墨里才能显出点颜彩。那一片片深绿硬朗的茶树老叶之中，有那么零零星星的点点黄白相衬的娇嫩，也给这冬季的茶园增添不少柔和的气息。

站在我家侧门抬头看去便是一片梯式茶山，小时候那里有更高大茂密的茶树，一眼看去是一整片挂在那里的绿，现在都改种矮小的新枞铁观茶树。

记得那时茶花开了的时候，我常在晴好天气步上屋后的茶园，亲手折几枝好看的茶花，放在鼻子底下深深吸着茶花香气，总感叹这浓浓的花香怎就来自这小小的花朵？如果这花换个颜色那将会是桃花还是梅花？如此这般胡思乱想一番。有一回，极力想探寻这花香的由来是否因为这嫩嫩的花芯，于是剥去花瓣只剩花芯了再仔细闻闻，还是那般浓香。仅此一次狠心的探究，时至今日，每当看到这屋后的茶树开花即便不靠近闻闻也能感受到当年那股浓香。

看着，看着，仿佛闻到了那股浓浓的香气。

也不知这凄沥的寒雨是否会洗尽茶花的浓香。这般想起不由自主地恨起自己来。为避免邻人的诧异；为不至于踩上一脚的泥。竟然看了许久也未敢迈开脚步，上屋后的山上去亲近这喜爱的茶花。只要走几步，只需走几步，几步就可以闻到真真实实的茶花香了，只可惜......，到底还是俗了。这茶花香竟离我是如此之近又如此之远。愰然觉得这世事何尝不是如此，生活不仅仅磨砺了我们的锐气同时也耗损着我们本该有的真性情。

这绵绵下着的深冬寒雨怎就不肯消停？只怕冷到骨子里的寒气会消谢了山面上的茶花，不忍见凋零，只想，记着煞是好看的怒放和那股特别的浓香，即便是远远瞧着、记着也好。

默然转身进屋，留下瓦片上的雨浅唱低吟。再过十多天就是立春了吧，就让那浓浓的茶花香携着这冬雨开往春天的路上吧，定是一路芬芳......，我如此固执地静静想着。

英语翻译

The fragrance of Tieguanyin in autumn has already picked up the tender green of the tea trees, leaving the dark green old tea leaves standing steadily on the dwarf tea trees. It seems that they have established themselves in the position of holding the branches without being picked, squinting indifferently in winter. Camellia dipped in water on tea trees in the rain.

In the cold winter, there is already withered grass and bleak, and there is not much scent of vegetarianism, and it is hidden in this hazy cold rain. If you don't care, it is difficult to find that Tieguanyin's camellia is actually blooming in the deep winter.

Because it is not an ornamental flower, nor is it a flower used to expect harvest, it is generally not eye-catching. There are many bright yellow cores planted in the few white petals, and only a touch of winter thick ink in this tea garden can show some color. Among the dark green and tough old leaves of the tea tree, there are so little yellow and white to complement the tenderness, which also adds a lot of softness to the tea garden in this winter.

Standing at the side door of my house and looking up, there is a terraced tea hill. When I was a child, there were taller and dense tea trees. At first glance, it was a whole piece of green hanging there. Now they are planted with small new Cong Tieguan tea trees.

I remember when the camellia was in bloom, I often walked to the tea garden behind my house in fine weather, fold a few nice camellia with my hands, and put it under my nose to inhale the scent of camellia. I always sighed how the strong floral scent came from here. Little flower? If the flower changes color, will it be a peach blossom or a plum blossom? Think about it like this. Once, I tried to find out whether the flower scent came from the tender flower core, so I peeled off the petals and only the flower core was left. Then I smelled it carefully, and it was still that strong. This is only one cruel exploration, and to this day, whenever you see the tea trees blooming behind this house, you can feel the strong fragrance of the year even if you don’t smell it close to you.

Watching, watching, as if smelling the strong fragrance.

I don't know whether this cold rain will wash away the aroma of camellia. So remembering that I can't help but hate myself. In order to avoid the surprise of neighbors; in order not to step on the mud. After watching it for a long time, I didn't dare to take a step forward, and went up to the mountain behind the house to get close to this favorite camellia. Just take a few steps, just a few steps, a few steps, and you can smell the real fragrance of camellia, but it's a pity... it's still vulgar after all. The fragrance of the camellia is so close and so far away from me. Suddenly, I feel that this world is not the case. Life not only sharpens our vigor, but also consumes the true temperament that we should have.

How can this deep winter rain not stop? I'm afraid that the cold to the bone will fade the camellia on the mountain, and I can't bear to see the withering. I just want to remember the beautiful blooming and the special fragrance, even if you look at it from a distance and remember it. .

Silently turned around and entered the house, leaving the rain on the tiles sings and whispers. It will be the beginning of spring in more than ten days. Let the strong fragrance of camellia carry the winter rain on the road to spring. It must be fragrant all the way..., I thought quietly and stubbornly.