Lyrics of Zhang Qiang's ancient quilt shop

Old quilt shop

Zhang Qiangqiang

One day I passed by an old quilt shop

There's a voice out there. It sounds so kind

Quietly, I went over and opened my eyes

Mr. Li is playing a string on the bamboo pole

It's no complaint to see him playing cotton hard

Only when folk crafts are handed down can they be worthy of their ancestors

It's said that there used to be a quilt shop in his family

Eight generations have been passed on for 300 years

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle

It's like his wrinkles are all over his face

Because of his hard work, there is a warm winter

Some people are grateful, some people are admiring, full of heart

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One day I passed by an old quilt shop

There's a voice out there. It sounds so kind

Quietly, I went over and opened my eyes

Mr. Li is playing a string on the bamboo pole

It's no complaint to see him playing cotton hard

Only when folk crafts are handed down can they be worthy of their ancestors

It's said that there used to be a quilt shop in his family

Eight generations have been passed on for 300 years

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle

It's like his wrinkles are all over his face

Because of his hard work, there is a warm winter

Some people are grateful, some people are admiring, full of heart