Lyrics: Dong Yufang
Composer: Xiao Zeng
Performed by Jin Zhiwen
Whose hand was put into the ink to pick up a piece of tea
Dyeing the landscape of the afternoon in colorful and elegant colors
In front of the grass house the chess pieces were settled and all the bustle was over
We are the only two who are left to drink the tea
Which poem?
The fan dances, but the winds and sands rise
The tea is cold, and it is winter and summer
The man is old, and a pillar of incense paints your brow
The tea is still the same
Which poem reaches out into the night and cuts down the thin lanterns
So that all the winners and losers are indistinguishable from one another
Inside the tealight the universe changes, but it is hard to tell what is real and what is fake
The person who drank the tea has to go far away from home
The tea drinker is going to go far away from home
.Lu Yu is talking in the wire-bound book
Talking about the tea blossoms blooming outside the curtain of the millennium
I know how the cloth and brocade clothes can't be helped by the wind and rain
Coarse tea is still steeped in the year's attachment
Jiangnan's smoky rain and green bricks and gray tiles
Swallows fly over the mountain house
Sword rusted and a lamp is used for you to polish your zither
Who will drink tea with you
The fan dancing and the tea playing are the most important thing to me, but the tea drinking is not the only thing that I know.
The fan dances, but there is wind and sand
The tea is cold, and it's winter and summer
The man is old, and a pillar of incense is used to paint your eyebrows
The tea is still the same
II: The Tea-Picking Chronicle
Arranged by: Xu Mengyuan, who is in love with music
Lyrics: Wen Ran
Performed by: Shuang Sheng
After the cold eclipse, there are no more clouds and rain
The night is just right for the Hou Hou
The swallow is in a house in the mountains.
It's time for the night
It's that time of year again, when the sun shines warmly during the tea-picking season
The wind chases the butterflies
Whose family grows sweet pota beans
The wooden plough loosens the soil and the earth dragons are scared and the ants come out of their nests
The jade is full of green, and the aroma is wafting through the hills
I'm going into the fields and pulling off my hat, but I need to sleep in the springtime before it's too late
The bird of paradise, don't make a noise
Let me sleep for a while, I'm going to sleep.
Let me sleep for a while
The man in my dream calls me Four Treasures
Don't bite the rhubarb
Don't tug on my jacket
Or I'll give you to the kitten in the village
Don't blame me for being angry
You're the one who keeps on disturbing me
And when I open my eyes I find that it's my mom who's coming
It's not a good thing
I'll go on the way to the village, and then I'll go back to the village. p> I was about to run away
I turned around and bumped into the next door's peach
Forget it
Heroes aren't afraid of tigers and leopards
How can I bend my back for a vine
My mother said, "Look at Sibao."
Halfway up the hill in the middle of the field
Farmers work so hard
Year after year, they keep working hard. Year after year
The official tea is heavy and the tax is high
It's hard to escape
The fat man at the other door, the Zhao family's Xiaoyu, laughed at me
Laughing at me for not knowing how to work, but just begging for forgiveness
Wan Tao's hand is lightly tilted and the tea leaves fall off between her fingers
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A big handful of firewood to fill the pit stove
The water in the pot is boiling
The water in the pot is boiling
The water in the pit stove is boiling.
The water is boiling, and it's foggy outside the teahouse
Wipe the benches, wipe the corners of the tables
Waiting for the guests to arrive
Holding stacks of bowls, and being careful not to shake them
Tea man calling from outside the house
Come out and say hello
The old woman is withered, and she has no one to rely on, come in and rest your feet
Young man, going to take the exams
I'll give you an extra spoonful of money.
I don't want the money for the inscription
It's a mess in the distance
The bullies are at the roadside again
Last time I ate for nothing, last time I bullied my sister-in-law
This time, let's make a deal
Pay the bill or take a note
The bullies yelled and rushed at me, pulling me out by the collar
You little rabbit
You dare to pull out hairs from the tiger's head
I'm a good man, but I'm a good man, so I'm not afraid of you, you know.
I don't care about your poor mountain pass
Lean back, sir
A good man doesn't have to be afraid of a man
My four treasures will make him beg for mercy
The rhubarb growls behind me, just waiting for me to whistle
In a flash, like a sword coming out of the sheath
I'm going to bite him and make him cry out and run away
In life, there are always obstacles and obstacles in our way. > "Along the way, there are always demons that stand in the way."
Even if you're gifted, you can't stop them."
"I went to the tea garden and put a bud in my purse."
"When the store was closed in the evening, my mother dressed up and stir-fried the new leaves in the courtyard."
"Basket after basket, I poured it down."
"The fire roasted this mysterious flavor, and it made me envious of the grasses in spring."
"We are just like the tea. We have to endure the high temperature
The leaf from floating to sinking from rolling to relaxing how much hardship
A song in the poem of tea picking sings through the spring dawn
Three: clearing the night tea
Sung by: Xiao Qu'er
Early snow bloomed in the sunshine
Full of empty branches is too quiet
Shake off all the gently
Follow the wind with the
Lift the curtain to peek at history and history.
The cold clothes and lanterns
The two couplets of vermillion are faded
The old work "The Scent of Books in the Year"
I'm too lazy to welcome you and answer with a smile through the door
"I've not yet returned home"
The path is stepping on the night under the white moon
I'll offer you a cup of tea
Who is standing at the door at night
I knock with my fingers to find out what is happening.
I've been knocking on the door to find out what's going on
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make a living here
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make a living here
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make a living here. "
The paths are stepped on the night under the white moon
Offer a cup of tea
The tea has been placed in the cup for a long time and the light aroma has been released early
The mouthful is strong and hard to swallow
The night will be cold and the tea will be hot in my hands
Looking for the flowers again
The empty branches are left with a touch of white and flawless
How can I recognize the remnants of the snow and the moonlight
The night is cold, I'm drunk on this tea alone. I'm drunk on this tea alone at night
The wind and the wind don't return home
I've been drinking tea for a long time
It's hard to swallow that mouthful
The night is cold and I'm holding hot tea in my hand
I'm looking for a flower again
There's nothing left of the wind in the air
How can you tell if it's snowing or the moonlight
The wind and the wind don't return home
The wind and the wind don't return home.
Four: Tea at Meiwu
Written by Shui Xin Sha
Composed by Shao Siming
Performed by Shao Siming
On March 3, the sky and water were blue, and the sunshine warmed my green shirt
The ancient paths curved around and chased the waves of the sea of clouds
The wind gently blew over the roses and blossoms
A branch in the ground, a long time of happiness
By the stone bridge, the waves turned, reflecting the colors of spring. By the stone bridge, the waves of light reflect the colors of spring
The ripples spread the soft warmth of flowers
Whose house is singing in front of the door
Half a cup of tea, half a cup of Lin'an
The tea in the cup has a dark aroma that circles around three times
Look up and see the sunlight tilting
My heart follows the flow of the water, and my body is light, wanting to go up to the nine heavens
I will drink one cup of tea and say that it's all I have to say about the wind and the clouds
The long song is sung several times
The young man who sings and speaks in a clear voice
The camellia swaying all over the place is in my heart
The butterflies flying and dancing between the branches
The long road is traveled several times
Can you walk hand in hand to reach the sky
The ten miles of Meiyu are filled with the scent of camellia in the river streams
The song sings far away from the white cloud depths
The blue water and the sunshine warmed the green shirt on the third day of the third month of March
The sunlight warms up my body.
The ancient road bends and chases the waves of the sea of clouds
The wind gently blows through the rosy
A branch on the ground, a morning of happiness
By the stone bridge, the ripples of light turn and reflect the splendor of spring
The ripples swoon with the soft warmth of the fragrance of the flowers
Whose doorstep sings in a relaxed manner
A half-cup of tea, a half-queue of Lin'an
A tea in the calabash with a dark fragrance The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
The tea in the cup has a dark fragrance
Can we join hands and reach the sky together
Ten miles of Meiyu contains the fragrance of tea in the stream
Deep in the white clouds, the song is far away
How many times do we sing the long song
The young man who sings and speaks in a clear voice
The camellia that flutters all over the world is in our hearts
Butterflies fly and dance on the branches
How many times do we walk the long road
Can we join hands and reach the sky together
Can we join hands and reach the sky together
The long road is in our hearts
Can we join hands and reach the sky together?
The fragrance of tea is in the stream at Ten Mile Plum Dock
The song is far away in the depths of the white clouds
Fifth: Splashing Tea Fragrance
Sung by Liu Ke Carry On
The wind blows, and the falling red is getting thicker and thicker
Under the moonlight, we put on the lanterns, just like a child
The sound of paddles, the sound of paper tents, and singing
The snow is falling on the red cloak
The wind is blowing, and the feathered leaves are holding the vines. Flowers and vines
The light of the half-moon lights up the lanterns
The sound of the bamboo echoes outside the curved fence
Who can get around this slight coldness
The ribbon leads to the slanting sun, sweeping the ink and scenting the bottom of my wrists
***Where is my tea spitter now
The stone is green, mending the sky, and the sound of the clouds and gongs is heard in two rows
I smile at the past, but I just think it's the same thing
The wind is blowing again, and the feathered leaf is blowing.
The light of the half-moon lights up the lamps
The sound of the bamboo echoes outside the curved fence
Who can bypass the slight coldness
The ribbon leads to the slanting sun, and the ink sweeps away the scent of the wrist
***Where is the man who spilled the tea nowadays
The stone green is long enough to make up for the long days, and the sound of the cloud gong is heard in two rows
I just laugh at the past, and I just think it's the same old thing
Where are we nowadays?
The stone green is long and the sound of the cloud gong is two lines long
Smiling at the past, I just know it's normal
A relaxing song and the smell of spilled tea
Six: Red Tea House
Performed by: Chen Yipeng
One sadness and two lines of tears
A strand of thoughts in my heart
A rainy and lonely Red Tea House
Full of hopelessness, it's unforgettable.
A song that breaks my heart
The moon has no light after the old tea is spilled
I can't recognize my old lover when I look back
This is frost on the tiles again
A moon that bends
A heart that breaks in half
Happiness is long, but the love is short
Things are so complicated
A moon that bends
How many people's hearts are cold
A heart that is cold
A heart that is full of love
A heart that is full of love
A heart that is full of love
A heart that is full of love
One step, one sigh, only a single shadow
Crying, laughing, sadness and joy
One sadness, two lines of tears
A wisp of thought in my heart
Rain, fog, and loneliness of the red teahouse
Eyes full of hopelessness and self-forgetfulness
A song sung to break the heart of the people
The moonlight is gone after spilling the old tea
I don't know the old lover
This love is not the same again.
I have no place to talk about it
I've been listening to a song about a butterfly in love with a flower
Every word of it hurts me
I've seen the geese passing by in the autumn wind
I've walked down a long alley with green tiles
On the stone slabs on the corners of the streets
I've written a light sorrow
The moon is curved
The moon is curved, and the moon is in the sky. The moon is curved
Splitting the heart in half
Happiness is long, love is deep, and love is short
Everything is so complicated
The moon is curved
How many people's hearts are cold
One step at a time, one sigh, and only a single shadow
Crying, laughing, and being happy and sad
The moon is curved
Splitting the heart in half
Splitting the heart in half
Every kind of tea has its own meaning behind it.
Just like people, all have their own stories.
A cup of tea, you read her how much, will bring you how much moving.
My daily life is like a cup of tea, most people's tea leaves and tea sets are very similar. However, the good bubble bubble out of the more sweet taste, good taste out of the more delicate message;
Tea, is for friendship and the existence of the world; the best tea, is to know the flavor of the people in the world; we go around looking for tea tea tasting tea, is not also eager to know the flavor of the people with the drink?
"Good things to share with good friends" is not an advertising slogan, but a real experience in life. In the withering path of life, if you can not share, will not sink forever in the deep valley of darkness?
Love, always keep sharing.
Sometimes, we drink a pot of tea, know that some kind of association, some kind of rhythm, is from the warmth of life and the real bubble, then not only tea, even the world of human beings are dense green clarification, mellow and sweet with a unique flavor.