The original singer of the song "One Old Spill", Lu Shuming, also wrote the lyrics and composed the music. This is a song written for his mother and a reflection of Lu Shuming's career in acting.
The song "A Pot of Old Wine" was favored by the listeners as soon as it was released. The lyrics are simple and sincere, the tune is deep and moving, in Lu Shuming's stirring singing, tearful, y touched the hearts of listeners.
Talking about the popularity of "A Pot of Old Wine", Lu Shuming said: "This song is my own lyrics and compositions, the audience like the reason, mainly because the song is sincere feelings. Because I wrote the song to my mother with all my heart. Through a pot of old wine, to express the respect and filial piety to the mother."
Lu Shuming said he often leaves home to film outside, every time he leaves his mother will be at the door of the neighborhood to see himself away, for this reason, he created the song "a pot of old wine", and sang it himself.
According to Lu Shuming, because his father died early, it was especially difficult for his mother to bring up his six siblings. The mother was 82 years old was found to have a tumor in the lungs, the moment he learned of the results of the examination, Lu Shuming siblings heart is particularly sad, drove out of the hospital, on the ring road in an aimless circle, the lyrics naturally flowed out of his heart.
Lyrics for "A Pot of Old Wine"
Drinking a pot of old wine makes me turn back
Turning back, I see my mother's tears flowing
Every time I leave home
Mom's tears are flowing
Each time I leave home
They're not the only things I've seen
They are the only things that I have seen
They are the only things that I have seen
The only thing that I have seen is a lot of people who are not in love with my mother. Drink a jug of old wine and get drunk
I can't get enough of the rich flavor
Every time you tell me to do something
Mother, you hold my hand
Every time you tell me to do something
I'll keep it in my heart
Drink a jug of old wine, and let me go back to the house
I'm looking back and I can see that mother is waving back
The year goes by like this. Every year it's like this
A wrinkle creeps up on your head
Generations go on like this
Spring, summer, winter and fall
Drink this old wine and let me go back
Turn around and see that you haven't left yet
Every year it's like this
A wrinkle creeps up on your head
Generations go on like this
Another generation goes on like this. I've been going like this for generations
Spring, summer, winter, and autumn
Drinking this old wine, I've not yet fulfilled my ambitions
Drinking this old wine, I can't find loyalty and filial piety
Drinking this old wine, I can't find loyalty and filial piety
This old wine, you brewed it, Mom
This old wine is my mother's wine
They're the ones I'm never going back to
I'm taking a giant step forward
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