爷爷泡的茶有一种味道叫做家。陆羽泡的茶像幅泼墨的山水画,山泉在地表蜿蜒。从很久很久以前我有一张稚气的脸,泉水渗透进矿层岩爷爷栽种的樟木树苗上面。 Grandpa’s tea has a taste called home. Lu Yu’s tea paintings are filled with ink and landscape paintings. The springs linger on the surface. From a long time ago, I had a childish face, and the spring water infiltrated into the saplings planted by Grandpa Yeh.