Oh, the lyrics of tea picking(o lou cai cha ji ge ci )

Cold food passes through clouds and rain

It's never too late

It's the warm sunshine in the tea picking season again

The wind ran after the butterfly

Who grows sweet potato

Wooden plough scares the earth, dragons startle the ants out of their nests

Green and fragrant

Tea ridge around the mountain

Get into the field and pull off the hat

Don't make noise

Let me have a sleep

Four treasures in dream

Stop biting rhubarb

Don't pull my jacket

Or I'll give you to the village cat

Don't blame me for being angry

It's you who keep bothering me

Angrily opened his eyes and found that his mother had arrived

It's not so good

It's time to start

Turning around, I ran into Wantao next door

Forget it. Forget it

Heroes are not afraid of tigers and leopards

How can I stoop for the cane

My mother said, look at the four treasures

Halfway up the mountain in the field

There are many laborious farmers

Year after year, year after year

High taxes on official tea

It's hard to escape in the end

Chubby brother Zhao Xiaoyu smiles at me

I don't know how to work, but I just beg for mercy

Wantao's plain hands turn up lightly, and the tea leaves fall off between the fingers

A lot of firewood for cooking

The water is boiling in the pan

The boiling water is steaming and the mist is blowing outside the tea house

Wipe the bench, wipe the corner of the table

Just wait for the guests to arrive

Holding a pile of bowls carefully

The tea boy calls outside the house

Come out and say hello

The old woman is haggard and has no shadow to lean in to rest her feet

Brother Jun is going to take the exam

Give you an extra spoonful

Don't write off money

The distance was a mess

The bully came to the roadside again

I cheated my sister-in-law last time

Let's talk about it this time

Pay or pay

The bully rushed up and pulled out my collar

You little bunny

How dare a tiger pluck its hair

I don't care for your backwater and poor mountain

My guest, lean back

Heroes are not afraid of men

I will ask him to beg for mercy

Rhubarb bellowed behind him

Just waiting for me to whistle

For a moment, it was like a sword coming out of its sheath

The bite made him howl and run around

Along the way of life, there will always be obstacles

It's hard to resist the unexpected even if you have talent

Pass the tea garden and collect a bud into the purse

My mother puts on her robes when the shop closes in the evening

Stir fry the new leaves in the hospital

One basket after another

Light fire roasts the mysterious taste and envies the spring grass

People are like tea that can endure high temperature

How hard is it for leaves to float to sink and roll to relax

A song in a tea picking poem

Chinese PinYin : O Lou Cai Cha Ji Ge Ci