Old Uncle's Sichuan Folk Songs

? I watched a cultural program about Sichuan's "non-legacy" last night, but I remembered the folk songs sung by adults when they worked collectively as children. Over time, my mother said that most of the singers have passed away, and the rest are in their 70 s and 80 s, so it is hard to find them. I didn't give up. I insisted on letting my mother find it. My mother made several phone calls and finally found my 80-year-old uncle Yao, who can sing.

? This morning, my mother, my four sisters and I rode three motorcycles for more than twenty miles, and then took two or three miles of mountain roads to my uncle's house. His home is still a wooden tile house in the 1970s, which is a bit shabby, but his old uncle is barefoot, full of energy, full of charity, clear and sensitive language and full of loyalty.

The sun comes out red, and the swallows come out looking for bugs.

The worm fell into the swallow's mouth, and my family fell into my arms.

(Note: "My little family is in my arms" means that the plan for the day lies in the morning, and I will make careful arrangements for my little family from the time I get up in the morning)

Stand up, stand up, don't wait for the folk songs to come to the stage.

The man who hit the platform laughed at me. Someone came behind the mountain.

(Note: "Diaotai" is Sichuan dialect, which means stop)

? Planting seedlings in Qingtian, look around.

? The valley is full of rice and many women, and a piece of red cloth covers it.

(4) Farming songs

? In the first month, flowers bloom and spring sings, and new plowshares match old plowshares.

? Plough thousands of roads and rake ten thousand flowers.

? Gardenia is tall, so you cut it every time.

? Sister wants flowers to wear, sister-in-law wants firewood to burn.

? (Note: Everything is in the middle)

? When the sun is yellow, you are hungry.

? The host family is so virtuous that it smells like a quack.

(Note: Having lunch is having lunch; Hungry fireside means extreme hunger; Gaga, which means meat, is fat pork.

Ask the mountain, ask the white clouds, and ask and answer on the road.

Where will Zhang go from here? Where can I pick flowers?

Where will farmer Han go from here? Where can I hit a fisherman?

When Zhang fell into the clouds, the flower picker fell into the garden.

When a farmer fell in the field, a fisherman fell in the river.

Taste all the Shennong herbs, pull out the mountains and raise the king of Chu.

Blowing Han Xiangzi in the clouds, he immediately ran to Yang Liulang.

See the sun at sunrise and the moon at sunset.

Dig a well to drink boiled vegetable soup and plow the fields to eat rice.

(Note: Fan Fan, Sichuan dialect read Manman, with sound; It means white rice)

Grab the pole before the sun goes down.

The host family is very virtuous and tied Sun's feet.

Drums jingle and lights are shining.

The host's family was so virtuous that they invited us to dinner.