Lyrics of Chen Hongyu's eating

A bunch of bacon was hung on the stove in Sichuan

The traditional five flavors spread clear oil in the steamer

The ploughman picked up green beans in the spring mist at dawn

The smoke of the farmer's kitchen rises slowly after the new rain in the empty mountain

The taste is thicker with steamed bean and fresh flower

It only needs two drops of cooking wine

The old man hopes to return to the young man

His cheeks were clear and thin

Summer work and autumn harvest in dishes

It has a long history

There are four seasons here

You are a wanderer in a foreign land

But don't forget my grandfather's

That cup of Erguotou

Let the gap between the north and the South disappear

And there are many delicacies on the water table

Lotus root is sailing in the purple sand cup at the foot of the south mountain

In this complex era, nostalgia remains unchanged in the capital

Stew the bamboo shoots and beef brisket in casserole until the heat is over

Let the tip of the tongue chew out the hard work and encounter thousands of miles away

The old man hopes to return to the young man

His cheeks were clear and thin

Summer work and autumn harvest in dishes

It has a long history

There are four seasons here

You are a wanderer in a foreign land

But don't forget my grandfather's

That cup of Erguotou

The old man hopes to return to the young man

His cheeks were clear and thin

Summer work and autumn harvest in dishes

It has a long history

There are four seasons here

You are a wanderer in a foreign land

But don't forget my grandfather's

That cup of Erguotou