A poem praising grandpa.

Grandpa made tea.

It's also a good song. If you can understand, you can understand how to praise grandpa.

give you

There is a smell called home.

Lu Yu de cha

I heard it's not named Leigh.

Grandpa made tea.

There is a smell called home.

Lu Yu de cha

Like a splash-ink landscape painting

The mountain spring winds on the surface.

long time ago

I have a childish face.

Spring water seeps into coal seam rocks.

Grandpa planted camphor tree seedlings.

I still remember that year.

On rainy days

I was seven years old hiding under the eaves.

But I've always wanted to swing.

Grandpa is smoking.

Lu Yu's three volumes of tea classics in Tang Dynasty

It's been around for thousands of years.

I looked up the dictionary that day.

Look up what word

Describe one thing

Very far away.

Is the horizon on the opposite side of the cape?

I didn't know how to waste time until I was nine years old.

Cross section of camphor tree on this coffee table

There are twenty-three rings in the annual rings.

The other side of the camera jumps over my mature face.

After grandpa's cocoon for many years.

Soaking in water will spread brown.