Tea picking songs in Hakka folk songs

Tea picking songs are the most typical and widespread Hakka folk songs. Tea picking songs are popular in Jiangxi, Hunan, Hubei, Guangxi, Anhui, Fujian and other places, especially in southern Jiangxi. Tea-picking songs have also been developed into "tea-picking dramas". Lyrics 1

Where is the zenith? It's raining, son. Play, thunder and thunder.

Where is the bottom of the stream? No water, no fish, and this mess.

Where do you love, girl? No, I dare not say Iraq.

I can't find the matchmaker, and it's empty.

Dashui cowboy, Xiaoshui cowboy, Xiaoshui cowboy, Sawyer.

Big boy, Han, Li, Niang, this Han, ah, ah.

Where's that big guy, son of a bitch? No, I know Baoyi.

Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good.

Lyrics 2

Sisters:

Partridges travel all over the mountains in March and rivers in April.

Tea-picking girls go to Chashan, and tea songs fly in the clouds.

The hare ran across the slope in the grass and the thrush left the nest.

Jiangxin carp jumped out of the water to listen to the sisters picking tea songs.

Tea-picking girls go to Chashan, with white clouds layer by layer.

Tea trees are planted by hand all over the mountain, and the tea garden is full of hard work.

Pick tea, spring bud tea, pinch it if you can.

The wind blows tea trees for thousands of miles, which is better than jasmine in the garden.

Tea-picking girls are always very busy, picking tea early and transplanting rice late.

Get up early to pick tea and dew, and plant seedlings with the moon at night.

Sanjie Liu:

When picking tea, bloom flowers fall, and the mountains are all white.

Bees forget to return to their nests, and immortals listen to songs.

Lyrics three

Bloom in spring,

Tea picking girls are all over the mountain.

Picking tea with a basket,

Pieces of incense were picked,

Choose from east to west,

The tea-picking girl smiled.

Picking tea for others in the past,

Now I pick tea for myself.

Tea trees germinate and turn green,

A bud and a heart.

Picked and picked gently,

The chess pieces are selected and the chess pieces are new.

Collect one basket after another,

Singing in front of the mountain and behind it.

There is a good harvest in Chashan this year.

Everyone is happy.

Lyrics 4

The sun is shining,

Birds call the sky,

Pick up a hoe and climb the south mountain.

The dew on the grass is still wet.

Sunny weather,

White clouds are like catkins,

The tea garden is green,

The girl picking tea is very happy.