Working in Guangdong, I composed a song, and the lyrics expressed the voices of many wage earners.

Words: Mongolian Poetry: Manying Singing: Mongolian Poetry

Guangdong looks like a paradise from a distance and a bank from a close look.

Guangdong is like a prison, it is better to keep cattle and sheep at home.

Everyone says Guangdong is good and everyone goes to Guangdong.

I thought wages in Guangdong were high.

If Guangdong earns money and spends Guangdong flowers, where can it send it home?

Working year after year, worrying year after year, working overtime like a monkey every day,

You can only walk with your head down, and you are often scolded for no reason.

At the end of the month, I was silently worried, not knowing when I would get ahead.