It was so drizzling that I really wanted to use an umbrella. After sliding down the steep slope many times, I finally reached the side of the tea pickers. . . Even if I was told to come here more, I could not enter because my body was blocked by the branches of the tree. When I finally put my hand on my shoulder to take a picture, my clothes were cold and wet from the rain. . . . "If it's raining like this, tea picking won't stop! Get more here~, move faster~" The male director shouts out instructions. 
And everyone answers loudly, yells, laughs, and it's lively! And they always make me smile when they look at me. These fingertips are picking the tea I drink. . . 
