中秋节这天一早,我就被老爸从被窝里拉起,然后又迷迷糊糊地上了车,奔向几十公里外的奶奶家……经过了一段颠簸的山路后,奶奶家终于到了。我一跳下车,就闻到了一股淡淡的香味,便连声问:“奶奶,奶奶,你在厨房里做什么好吃的?”只见奶奶的脸上绽开了一朵菊花,说道:“哦,我在做擂茶呢!”“原来是擂茶啊……”我嘀咕着,兴致瞬间低落下来,那灰不灰、黑不黑的玩意儿我从不感兴趣,更让我不能理解的是这里的乡俗:只要有一户人家做擂茶,那么村子里的大多数人都会被叫来一起喝擂茶,尤 Mid-autumn day early this morning, I was Dad pulled from the blanket, and then stumbled on the car, towards the grandmother home tens of kilometers away ... ... After a bumpy mountain road, Grandma finally arrived. I jumped off the car, it smelled a hint of fragrance, they kept asking: “Grandma, grandmother, what are you doing in the kitchen delicious?” I saw my grandmother’s face blooming a daisy, said : “Oh, I’m making tea! ” “It turned out to be tea ah ...” I muttered, the mood instantly low down, that gray is not gray, black is not black stuff I am never interested, More so I can not understand is the folk custom here: as long as there is a family to make tea, then most people in the village will be called together to drink tea, especially