Lyrics of green bamboo leaves by Tan Jing

I often listen to my mother

Talking about her ancestral home

In front of the house is a big green bamboo

The bamboo leaves are green, so comfortable

The beginning of La Yue in childhood

Mom used to learn to walk here

Grandma takes a little hand

Pointing to the winding road

Teach mom to listen

I often listen to my mother

Talking about her ancestral home

In the middle of the room is a table with eight immortals

There is an old wine pot on the table

April 5 every year

Mom looks back on the past

Grandma said clear wine

Mix it with strong vinegar

Want to kiss want to cut heart

It's locked in

People who travel far away, you never say hardship

The people waiting for you care about you the most

Don't be afraid of spring rain

Can't cover the way home

The shepherd boy's flute gently urges the way home

People who miss you fill a pot with wine

There's no need to ask about restaurants

It's hidden in the green bamboo leaves

April 5 every year

Mom looks back on the past

Grandma said clear wine

Mix it with strong vinegar

Want to kiss want to cut heart

It's locked in

People who travel far away, you never say hardship

The people waiting for you care about you the most

Don't be afraid of spring rain

Can't cover the way home

The shepherd boy's flute gently urges the way home

People who miss you fill a pot with wine

There's no need to ask about restaurants

It's hidden in the green bamboo leaves

There's no need to ask about restaurants

It's hidden in the green bamboo leaves