Festival composition with dialects in Sichuan.

Festival composition with dialects in Sichuan.

Black is not black, it is black. Don't say it plainly, say it plainly. Sweet is not sweet, it is sweet. Bitterness is not bitterness, but bitterness. Don't stress, stress. Don't underestimate, underestimate. Don't say acid, say acid. Wet is not wet, it is wet. Rotten is not rotten, it is rotten. Don't say, but say. Is it hot or not? It's flying hot. Don't cry, cry, but scream.

Excitement should be said to be fiery. Where should I say "Li" or "Dan"? This will be called yelling. The place should be said to be too old. Easy to say is loose and harmonious. Say what you want to say. Walking is like throwing ham. Don't be a stranger. Old friends should be said to be platitudes. Chatting should be said to be swinging, cracking shells and putting on a dragon gate array. Don't say good, say comfortable. Children should say "water" when farting.

Best of all, you should call him son of a bitch, short-lived, bastard and bandit leader when he is obviously your own son.

The curse words are (you can also call them when you meet very good friends): Guawazi, stupid, stupid, skull-chopping, boring, mourning, you rotten thief.

Rice is called Xiaomi, the youngest is called Mozi (that's why there are old men), and of course there are women, with elbows upside down, hooligans are two poles, bandits are called holding the second child, mosquito nets are called covers, and bedding in Mandarin is a quilt;

Joking is called washing the jar, lying is called slapping, illegitimate children are called private wretched, and frogs are called cutting leeches;

The butt is a ditch, and the lame is broken. A thief is called a thief or a crowbar;

Dysentery is a swing, a big fairy is called a private lady, and a fool is a fool, which can also be said to be a melon.

After talking about how to compare, everyone is called turtle son, and Sichuanese call themselves Laozi.

Ha ha! Interesting, isn't it? The following passage is a very representative passage in the daily life of Sichuanese (absolutely original).

Son of a bitch, I told you to cut soy sauce, and you told me to run to the street to watch the heat. Listen to some old punching bags next door. The ticket for your baby bag was touched by a thief. Eat a ball!

Cutting off your skull is short-lived. I told you to buy a bottle of soy sauce for Lao Tzu. Hey! You son of a bitch, you ran to the water's edge and took a bottle of dark water, grabbed the salt and put it on your head. You even called soy sauce, saying it was a new brand. I have no culture, so I sip it with my mouth, which is bitter and salty.

Son of a bitch, I thought I was numb. Look at Lao Tzu today, tidy up your turtle son, fry bamboo shoots and give you a bloody swollen ditch! You'd better rinse the jar with Lao tze, and don't kill your doll. Your doll doesn't know that the pot is iron.