爷爷泡的茶,有种味道叫做家,没法挑剔它,口感味觉还不差爷爷泡的茶,有种味道叫做家,他满头白发,喝茶时不准说话——方文山爷爷从山头回来的时候,我刚从学校回来不久。坐在老屋的书房里,看那书桌旁的案板上那或大或小、已铺了一层灰的木雕,似乎有种凄凉的美。 Grandfather’s tea, there is a kind of taste called home, can not pick it, taste is not bad grandfather bubble tea, a kind of taste called home, he was full of white hair, can not speak when drinking tea - Fang Wenshan grandfather from When the hill came back, I had just returned from school. Sitting in the study room of the old house, looking at the large or small board on the desk next to the desk, it was covered with a layer of gray wood carvings. It seemed to have a kind of desolate beauty.