Publicity SMS template for returning migrant workers

Ha ha! I just saw it, and now I'm designing a poem (folk song), but I'm not from Sichuan and my tone is wrong. I hope netizens don't pat bricks! There are two characters in the full text, a man and a woman, just like Liu Sanjie's singing, except that the girls in Sichuan sing and dance! Well, the silent dedication is as follows:

Guawazi: When I came out of the mountain, I saw vines winding around trees (hey! )

Working in the city, building.

Climb through the wind and rain without shrimp

Still like a bachelor today.

Bai: Yao Mei, come out and perform!

Yaomei: I have been away from home for three or five years (alas! )

Work as a nanny at a relative's house.

Although life is comfortable.

Looking at my hometown, I miss my bitterness.

Bai: Brother Guawa, if you want to hack me, climb!

Guawazi: Working in the city is very hard.

But making money is getting rich.

Now I hear that my hometown is rich.

I will return to my hometown for employment.

Yaomei: I care about my hometown and I care about my hometown.

Hometown is richer than town.

Not the poor mountain village in those days.

Now it is a beautiful valley.

Guawazi: Tall buildings have been built in the village.

I take the lead in breeding and processing.

I heard there are venture funds.

As long as you work hard, you won't worry.

Yaomei: Sesame blossoms are getting higher and higher.

This country has a good leader.

Encourage all kinds of love.

Brother guava has no troubles.

Guawazi: Speaking of love, I'm so tired (thiamine! )

City girls are so delicate.

There is nothing like my sister.

Look at each other and get drunk.

Yaomei: I want to pick red beans to send acacia.

Do I really don't know each other

Watch the performance after returning to China.

Play a friend and get together.

Chorus: The employment policy for returning home is good.

You don't have to run to get rich.

Why go to the ends of the earth?

Drive hard and stay calm.

Parents also need it.

These people are very popular.

Guawazi: Maybe we will get married.

Yaomei: Give birth to a big fat baby next year!

Bai: Oh dear! You melon wretched, good or bad! Say you are a melon, you are just a melon, get up in the middle of the night to sweep the dam, don't be a woman, you call mom.