Who sang the tea made by Grandpa Who wrote the song of the tea made by Grandpa?

Grandpa's tea Song: Jay Chou Words: Fang Wenshan Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (Lu Yu's tea is not known for fame and profit) Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (Grandpa's tea has a taste that is not bad) Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink Mountain springs meander on the surface From a long, long time ago I have a childish face Spring water penetrates into the rock of the mine Grandpa planted camphor saplings I still remember that year On a rainy day, the seven-year-old me hid in the eaves But I always wanted to go to the swing Grandpa smoked It is said that Lu Yu wrote three volumes of the Tea Book in the Tang Dynasty and circulated it for thousands of years That day, I looked through the dictionary to find out what words Describe a thing very far away Whether it is on the other side of the cape I know that it is a waste of time when I am nine years old Cross-section of this tea table camphor wood There are twenty-three annual rings The other side of the camera jumps to my mature face After all these years of grandpa's hand cocoon Soaking in water will have a brown color spread Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (can't find fault with it, the taste is not bad) Lu Yu heard that the tea made by Lu Yu didn't take fame and fortune (He led a skinny horse to the end of the world) Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (he is full of white hair and is not allowed to speak when drinking tea) Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink (the wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years are still blowing) (Millennium) On that day, I looked through the dictionary and looked up what words Describe a thing very far away Whether it is on the opposite side of the cape I know that it is a waste of time when I am nine years old The cross-section of the camphor wood on this tea table has twenty-three rings The other side of the camera jumps to my mature face After all these years of grandpa's hand callouse Soaked in water, there will be brown spread Grandpa's tea has a taste called home ( can't find fault with it, the taste is not bad) Lu Yu's tea I heard that he didn't take fame and fortune (he led a thin horse to the end of the world) The tea made by his grandfather has a taste called home (he is full of gray hair and is not allowed to speak when drinking tea) The tea made by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink (the wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years are still blowing) Lala Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (can't be picky, its taste is not bad) Lu Yu's tea I heard that fame and fortune are not taken (he led a thin horse to the end of the world) Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (he is full of white hair and is not allowed to speak when drinking tea) Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink (the wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years are still blowing) The tea made by grandpa has a taste called home Lu Yu's tea I heard that fame and fortune are not taken Grandpa's tea has a taste called home Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

Does it sound good? A long time ago! Jay Chou sings!

Extraction code: 9K1A "Grandpa's Tea" is a song sung by Jay Chou, written by Fang Wenshan's brother who dug up and changed his brother, composed by Jay Chou, arranged by Lin Maike, and included in Jay Chou's ** "Octave Space" released on July 18, 2002.

Zhong Xintong - Can you see it?

**: Tong Yan language.

For all the grandfathers in the world, I hope my good friend's grandfather will get better soon.

I remember that grandpa was your favorite companion to me that day.

Walk the country road to buy sweets.

You can't tell fairy tales and you can't sing.

I'm the happiest.

I remember the day you watched TV and did my homework with me.

I miss the room setting.

You also taught me that I have savings to have a good life.

Happiness is a commitment to yourself.

I've grown up strong and no longer a little doll.

Can you see it in the distance today?

I went through the scars of love and went home alone.

Do you see the lonely and beautiful fireworks.

I have grown strong because of your words.

Can you see it in the distance today?

I went through the scars of love and went home alone.

Lonely and slippery beautiful fireworks, do you see?

I remember that day my grandfather was your favorite to carry me.

I have the sweetest tasting sweets.

Song: Grandpa's tea.

Singer: Kong Heng Qi Jay Chou **: Octave space.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

Mountain springs meander on the surface.

From a long, long time ago I had a childish face.

The spring water seeped into the camphor saplings planted by the mine rock grandfather.

I still remember that year on a rainy day.

The seven-year-old me hid on the eaves and kept wanting to go on the swing.

Grandpa smoked a cigarette and said that Lu Yu wrote three volumes of the Tea Sutra in the Tang Dynasty.

On the day of the millennium, I looked through the dictionary to find out what words to describe a thing, which is very far away.

Whether the horizon is on the opposite side of the cape.

Knowing that nine years old knows that it is a waste of time.

The cross-sectional annual rings of this tea table camphor wood have twenty-three laps, and the other side of the shot jumps to pick up my mature face.

After all these years, grandpa's hand calluses will spread brown when soaked in water.

He was covered with gray hair and was not allowed to speak while drinking tea.

The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty are still blowing.

Lala Cao Ge.

Roll down the window and hum the song you love on the familiar road.

The thick mud and stone wall is nostalgic for the old picture frame of the long alley family portrait.

You lead me down the winding alleys where the wind blows through the fallen leaves.

You said that children are brave enough to go out and see the world.

Growing up in a world full of camouflage milk candy is no longer a reward.

Storytelling: A time of hide-and-seek love Mistakes are made but no one forgives.

You lead me down the winding alleys where the wind blows through the fallen leaves.

You said that children are brave enough to go out and see the world.

I'm stepping down the winding alley again, and I'm accompanied by moonlight today.

I finally understand the weight of time, but you are not by my side.

Song title: Grandpa's tea.

Singer: Jay Chou.

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan.

Composer: Jay Chou.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

Lu Yu brewed tea, I heard that the name and rolling Cong Li didn't take it.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

The tea made by grandpa has a good taste and taste.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

Mountain springs meander on the surface of the earth, from a long, long time ago.

I have a childish face, and the spring water seeps into the ore rock.

The camphor sapling planted by my grandfather is on it, and I still remember that year.

On a rainy day, the seven-year-old me hid under the roof.

But I always wanted to go to the swing, and my grandfather smoked a cigarette.

It is said that Lu Yu of the Tang Dynasty wrote three volumes of the Book of Tea, which has been circulated for thousands of years.

That day I looked up the dictionary and looked up the words.

Describe a thing very far away, whether the horizon is on the other side of the cape.

Until the age of nine did not know the waste of time, the cross-section of this tea table camphor wood.

There are twenty-three rings, and the other side of the camera jumps to catch my mature face.

After all these years, grandpa's hand calluses will spread brown when soaked in water.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

I can't find fault with it, and the taste is not bad.

Lu Yu brewed tea, I heard that he didn't take fame and fortune.

He was leading a thin horse to the end of the world, and his grandfather made tea.

There is a smell called home, and he is full of gray hair.

You are not allowed to speak when drinking tea, Lu Yu made tea.

Like a landscape painting splashed with ink, the wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years.

It's still scratching, and on the day of the millennium I flipped through the dictionary.

What words to look up, to describe a thing Dachang Sakura is very far away.

Whether the horizon is on the other side of the cape or not, I don't know the waste of time until I am nine years old.

The cross-section of the camphor wood of this tea table has twenty-three annual rings.

The other side of the camera jumps to pick up my mature face, after all these years of grandpa's hand calloon.

If you soak it in water, there will be a brown color spread, and the tea made by grandpa.

There's a smell called home, and there's no way to find fault with it.

The taste is not bad, the tea made by Lu Yu.

I heard that he didn't take fame and fortune, so he led a thin horse to the end of the world.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

He was covered with gray hair and was not allowed to speak while drinking tea.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty are still blowing.

La-la.

La-la, la-la.

La-la.

La-la.

La-la, la-la.

La-la.

La-la.

La-la.

La-la, la-la.

La-la, la-la-la.

Lala, grandpa's tea.

There's a smell called home, and there's no way to find fault with it.

The taste is not bad, the tea made by Lu Yu.

I heard that he didn't take fame and fortune, so he led a thin horse to the end of the world.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

He was covered with gray hair and was not allowed to speak while drinking tea.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty are still blowing.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

Lu Yu brewed tea, I heard that he didn't take fame and fortune.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

It's called "Grandpa's Tea".

Grandpa's Tea" is the first song in Jay Chou's 4th **** "Octave Space" released on July 18, 2002, composed by Jay, arranged by Lin Maike, and written by Fang Wenshan.

Song lyrics. Grandpa's tea has a taste called home Lu Yu's tea I heard that I don't take fame and fortune Grandpa's tea has a taste called home Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink Mountain spring Meandering on the surface From a long, long time ago I have a childish face Spring water penetrates into the ore layer rock Grandpa planted camphor saplings on it I still remember that year On a rainy day, the seven-year-old me hid in the eaves But I always wanted to swing Grandpa smoked and said that Lu Yu wrote three volumes of tea scriptures in the Tang Dynasty and said that the three volumes of the tea scriptures were handed down * thousand years On that day, I looked through the dictionary to look up what words to describe a thing It's far away The edge of the sky Is it on the other side of the cape Until I was nine years old, I didn't know that it was a waste of time The cross-section of the camphor wood on this tea table There are twenty-three holes in the annual rings The other side of the camera Jump on my mature face After all these years Grandpa's hand cocoon Soak in water There will be a brown color spread Grandpa's tea has a taste called home I can't find fault with it The taste is not bad Lu Yu's tea I heard that fame and fortune are not taken He led a thin horse to go to the end of the world The tea made by grandpa is only There is a taste called home He is full of white hair He is not allowed to speak when drinking tea The tea made by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink The wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years are still blowing*

Singer: Jay Chou (18 photos) repeat * Lala There is a taste called home (grandpa) Lu Yu's tea I heard that fame and fortune don't take grandpa's tea There is a taste called home Lu Yu's tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

Song: Grandpa's tea.

Singer: Jay Chou **: Octave space.

The tea made by my grandfather has a taste called home.

The tea brewed by Lu Yu is like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

Mountain springs meander on the surface.

From a long, long time ago, I had a childish gesture to make a face.

The spring water seeped into the camphor saplings planted by the mine rock grandfather.

I still remember that year on a rainy day.

The seven-year-old me hid on the eaves and kept wanting to go on the swing.

Grandpa smoked a cigarette and said that Lu Yu wrote three volumes of the Tea Sutra in the Tang Dynasty.

On the day of the millennium, I looked up the dictionary to find out what words to describe a thing, which is very far away.

Whether the horizon is on the opposite side of the cape.

Knowing is like a waste of time at the age of nine.

The cross-sectional annual rings of this tea table camphor wood have twenty-three turns, and the other side of the shot jumps to pick up my mature face.

After all these years, grandpa's hand calluses will spread brown when soaked in water.

He was covered with gray hair and was not allowed to speak while drinking tea.

The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty are still blowing.

La-la

Grandpa's Tea "Jay Chou.

Extract the ascending code: UHXW Ye You Ye Brewed God Smile Shirt Tea - Jay Chou.

Abstract: Now every time I see my grandfather drinking tea, I can't help but think of the happy times when I was a child. It was as if it was not tea that was drunk at that time, but the sweet memory ......

When I was a child, my grandfather used to play chess with other old people while drinking the tea he had made himself. With each sip, he always has to smack his lips and savor it carefully. When I saw this, I would always run to my grandfather and coquettishly ask him to give me a sip or two.

The tea made by Grandpa is bitter, but a hint of sweetness will seep out of it, which is endlessly evocative.

Now every time I see my grandfather making tea, I can't help but think of when I was a child'Happy times. It was as if it was not tea that was drunk at that time, but the sweet memory ......

Nowadays, I don't like to drink tea anymore, and "Coke" and "Sprite" are my favorites. If you drink grandpa's tea again, you won't be able to taste the taste of your childhood. Tea, why is that blocking feeling gone?

Although I don't like tea anymore, I don't like to drink tea. When I was a child, I didn't know what to do, but now I understand: how can life not be like that tea, first bitter and then sweet, so that successful people have an endless aftertaste?

In the past, when I watched many cool big brothers riding trendy bikes around the city, how could I not be envious? What about that feeling of relaxation? With these thoughts in mind, I started learning to ride a bike.

The skills that my father gave me are easy to remember, but they are not easy to use. Under my father's care, I still fell hard. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I still didn't give up ......Wipe away your tears and keep practicing.

Now that I finally have my own bike, I can speed around the road on my own, and I can't help but feel a little proud when the breeze blows in my ears. What a great feeling!

The tea made by my grandfather is worth savoring, and the truth is even more worthy of my experience! On the road of growing up, I will remember my grandfather's soaking.