Jincheng dialect

There is an attitude called "I can't persist", an idiot called "70%", a dismissive one called "Ge Yi", a boastful one called "Toumaoer" and a stubborn one called "Zhenjia". If you can understand the above, don't be proud. Your Jincheng dialect is at most level 4! Look at these trendy Jincheng dialects below. Can you read it all?

The most incomprehensible Jincheng era

Ge Ye

Qiange

Daqiange

Before the battle.

Monkey brother

early morning

Heilai

year by year

Today's height

All day.

Berger

The most incomprehensible body of Jincheng people

The most difficult location in Jincheng

Cold leaves (refers to: ditch side)

Weng (referring to: home)

A hole (refers to: hutong, alley)

bedroom

Central room

courtyard

Outside (outside)

Small corner (corner)

Pachi L.

The most difficult spell in Jincheng

Single ditch (stroll)

Don't live alone (no need)

Don't give me Mao Mao (provocation)

Ge Yi (disgusting)

Yi (sigh)

A whisper of panic (difficulty)

Card does not dig (unified)

The most difficult animal in Jincheng

Gema (frog)

Old out (mouse)

I take (cicada)

Gebang (squirrel)

Root (cricket)

Fleas (fleas)

The worst dish in Jincheng

Sauerkraut (China Pickle)

Rolls

Miqi (Xiaomi Noodle Soup)

Sesame seed candy

Sweet potato (potato)

Bran soup (mixed soup)

Li Ge zhua (pancake)

Mourgue Bay

Fried spaghetti

Maybe now Jincheng is born after 80.

I still remember some nursery rhymes left by the older generation.

Childhood Memories of Old Jincheng —— Childhood Ballads

I grew up in nursery rhymes.

"Oh, go to sleep. Ow ... "

This is the earliest nursery rhyme I heard in infancy-a simple lullaby.

I grew up plain, but my parents still regard me as the apple of their eye. Grandma even praised me for "the heaven is full and the pavilions are Fiona Fang", and she also told me the classic Jincheng children's song from time to time:

My child is seven years old, my child is eight years old (white), and my child has two clips (horns) on his head.

There is also a popular version in Jincheng that is as popular as "big saw, big saw, grandma singing drama at home":

In the pit, outside the pit,

There is a day lily in the basement.

You can still eat, you can still sell,

Sell orchids, cut them into meat orchids,

Meat orchid? Cats eat orchids, cats eat orchids?

Upper Lan Shu, Lan Shu? Flooded orchids.

Water blue? Oh, drink blue. Lan Ou?

Shanglan Shanlan. Shan Lan?

No, no, no, no. ..

……

I hobbled and grew up in such nursery rhymes.

Food is the most important thing for people. Hunger was once the long-term enemy of the people of the whole country, and nursery rhymes related to eating became popular:

New wife, new, high-level,

A bowl of vegetables, two snacks,

What are you eating? The new wife is white and clean.

……

The moon is bright and bright,

Miss goes to the river to wash clothes.

Washing hands is white,

Autoclave (a door) and dig it.

……

When I was a child, my grandmother's warm hands were particularly comfortable to rub:

How many bowls can you eat in a meal?

How many frames can a small belly eat?

How many casseroles can I eat in one meal?

If you have a small stomach, you can eat a pot of pat for a meal.

…… ……

Some nursery rhymes are humorous and always make me laugh silly.

The little bed suddenly shook, and grandma taught me to dig and catch fleas. Fleas jump and dig, but grandma says digging is useless.

……

When I really wanted to tease my grandmother to tell jokes, she casually recited a familiar classic of Old Jincheng:

Laugh at jokes, the whole valley will be in chaos, and the ant's wife will get on the sedan chair.

Lift it up, pile it up, pile it up to the Chenghuang Temple.

Burn incense first, then shoot, so that Master Tu ran away.

Scared grandma rand to pee.

Laughing and cursing, unrestrained, happiness filled the whole courtyard. When my friends and I rushed out of the house like crazy, we caught snails by the stream at the head of the village. Everyone shouted at the snail shell again and again:

Uh-huh, when you come out, your mother will burn paper ...

Filial piety touched the world, and the snail's horn and head really stuck out. Look! And a long neck!

Nursery rhymes are not all happy stories, but the ups and downs in the world, the injustice and hardships in the world are all very vivid:

The two sisters are about the same age, so I want to marry my sister.

Sister married into the city gate.

I will get married outside the city gate

My sister is riding a tall horse.

Digging and riding tweed forks

My sister wears tweed silver earrings.

Wear a tweed stick when digging.

Sister covered the ground with tweed.

Dig the cover, rotten dustpan.

Sister pillow, flower bean pillow

Dig a pillow, pigtail

Bite, dig, dig and get under the bed in the dark.

I just thought it was fun when I was a child, but now I have mixed feelings.

The way of the world is also reflected in nursery rhymes:

Pumpkin, red beans,

Digging into grandma's house and falling,

When my father-in-law saw grandma holding hands,

When grandma saw old age, she lost her joy.

Mother saw it and gave it a twist.

My uncle looked at it,

Mom, mom, don't twist,

Uncle, uncle, don't look,

When pomegranate leaves bloom.

Which mountain has no stones?

Which river has no current?

What kind of child doesn't have an uncle?

No one delves into the meaning of nursery rhymes. Singing nursery rhymes together is a happy game.

In summer, my friends and I dig mud and each rubs a ball. Then guess (stone, scissors, cloth), the winner first pulls out a dose of mud and presses it into the shape of a corn head.

Shout, "Who's going to take the fall?"

The other party replied: "I will bear it!"

"How many beams?" "Take three or two!"

Hold the steamed corn bread high in your hand, slam it on the ground and open a hole with a bang.

The other person obediently uses his own mud to make up for others.

This kind of game is often played from afternoon to dark, and it naturally needs to be reprimanded by adults for its eye inflammation after returning home.

Unlike boys who shoulder Catherine's responsibility, girls' games are much more civilized.

Besides catching the ball and jumping, jumping the rubber band is the most popular. The star anise (braid) flutters rhythmically with the beating of the body, and the young children's voice is beautiful:

Malanhua 2 1, 256, 257, 28293 1 1.

…… ……

The most impressive thing about the mixed game between men and women is that the sky refers to the ground. Everyone put their index finger on a person's palm, and he began to count counterclockwise, mumbling:

Little by little, the waterside pavilion is hooked,

Red cloth and green cloth, sweet and sour,

Money can drink, so money can disappear!

On the verge of exploding, the last unlucky ghost had to blindfold and try to guess who did what.

Childhood is gone forever, and the past is like smoke And those ancient nursery rhymes will never be deleted from the hard disk of memory, but will ferment, accumulate and precipitate in the depths of my mind, mellow, sweet and timeless.