Escape the hustle and bustle for a date with the tea mountains, soaking your days in the fragrance of tea

Traveling across southern villages and small towns, having seen endless waves of rice fields, I always longed for a journey dedicated to the exclusive aroma of tea. Finally stepping onto Wuyi Mountain, the soul of tea, I shed the trivialities and kept my eyes, nose, mouth, and tongue ready for the appointment, immersing myself in the romantic tea hidden among the mountains and waters. More than just ticking off a checklist, I cherish this leisurely freedom—the view is all green, with continuous tea fields spreading along the mountain slopes. When the mist drifts over the peaks, the mountains, waters, and tea fields blend into an ink wash painting, revealing the true essence of how good mountains and waters nurture fine tea. Every glance is healing. Opening the window, the tea fragrance fills the air, and the breeze carries the fresh, sweet crispness of tea leaves. On the self-driving journey, the greenery flows before my eyes, making every breath light and clear. The most delightful moment is diving deep into the tea garden to taste the tea. The tea soup is fresh, mellow, and sweetly lingering. The mountain breeze brushes my face with the scent of grass and wood, far more spirited than any street-side shop. Experiencing the tea-making process by hand feels even more precious—fingertips touching the tender fresh leaves, feeling the leaves slowly transform in the palm. Every step hides the craftsmanship of the tea makers, full of grounded joy. This tea-seeking journey not only brought me to breathtaking scenery and sweet tea aroma but also introduced me to passionate and simple local tea artisans. Listening to their stories about tea, life becomes warm and healing.