Lyrics of Li Guyi's Qianmen love big bowl tea

When my grandfather was a child, he used to play here,

The high front door seemed to be next to my home,

A pot of decaying grass, a few crickets call,

Accompanied him through the gray years.

Eating a bunch of ice sugar gourds is a holiday,

His three meals a day, Wotou pickles on a big bowl of tea.

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala,

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala,

There are thousands of drinks in the world. Maybe it's the cheapest,

But who knows, who knows,

Who knows its mellow fragrance,

Full of tears, it is full of tears.

Now when I come back from abroad, I see red walls and green tiles,

High front door, thinking about it in my dreams,

Years of wind and rain, merciless any blow,

But it seems that it is more upright.

It's delicious to call Xinger tofu,

I take that childlike innocence and miss you, and have another big bowl of tea.

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala,

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala,

There are thousands of drinks in the world. Maybe it's the cheapest,

But why, why,

Why its mellow fragrance,

Straight to the end of the world, it goes straight to the end of the world.