Tea-picking mountains are empty,
Picking tea is very loud.
The little basket is on the back,
Mom is so cute to pick tea.
Picking, picking, picking spring tea,
Put down all the hoes in your hand.
Picking, picking, picking spring tea,
It's sunny, picking tea and having fun.
Tea picking song
Spring on the mountain is green,
The woman picking tea muttered with a smile.
Holding a salary and carrying a tea basket,
Sing a tea-picking folk song.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
The little feet moved and the music floated on the mountain.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
It's great to harvest tea.
Tea picking folk songs
The tea-picking bitches laughed,
It's really pleasant to pick tea on the mountain.
This mountain road is very dangerous.
Slippers chase on the mountain road.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
The small basket of tea in my hand smells delicious.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
The harvested tea is really fresh.
Tea picking poems
The mountains are beautiful when picking tea.
Clouds are light and smoke is light.
The tea-picking ladies laughed and laughed.
The basket is empty and full.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
The bucket in his hand sweated and flowed into the ditch.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
The fragrance wafts to the teahouse and raises the cup.
Picking tea and singing
Picking tea and singing,
Happiness is accompanied by laughter.
The little basket slipped from behind,
The lady picking tea is looking for tea.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
Tea with an iron hook in his hand.
Picking, picking, picking tea,
Singing tea picking songs, my eyes shine.