Hometown Songs (Weifang)

Mother Yue, whose real name is Zhang, rode a donkey, carried a basket and covered with an umbrella to show her children aphtha.

The moon is anthropomorphic, but it is not Chang 'e, and children don't understand it. Changing it to "mom" (Wei Xian called grandma and mom) is very kind and understandable.

Miss the moon, miss the moon, a bucket of wheat; Look at moon cakes, good years; Read Pago Monkey and build a tile house; Look at pancakes. Mules and girls are in a big yard.

This is a special Mid-Autumn nursery rhyme, which tells the adults' yearning for harvest and abundance through the children's mouth.

The little mouse went to the lampstand and stole oil to eat, but it couldn't come down. Call his brother and buy a cake to coax him down.

I was beaten, I was beaten, and I was called to eat. I have played baskets, and I have played rice baskets. I have asked the children to eat. I earned a fancy head (cotton hat) by screening and doing business. For who, for cats, for cats, for dogs, for puppies, for children, it is just right.

White chicken, laying white eggs, baking white cakes and white flour can't catch me.

Baby, baby, don't cry, come to your cousin tomorrow, ride Hadamard and blow the ancient capital of water. (The Ancient Capital of Water is a whistle made of mud)

Old cat, old cat, stole the peach from the tree, heard the dog bite, ran down, stumbled (read ka) and picked up a cotton-padded jacket. Why don't you wear it? I'm afraid of being bitten by lice. I'll let your grandmother (referring to her daughter-in-law) take it (hold it). My grandmother is dead, so I want it. Just grab the baby. ("It's good to catch the child" is a proverb, which means "great")

Little sister, good-looking, small feet and handy, has two scissors facing the hinge. Articulate a chicken and fly all over the field; Articulate a dog and walk around in the field; Hug a child.

The old man, with a long tail, forgets his mother when he marries his wife. Take your mother to the canyon and your father to the cliff. Close the door, block the window and eat noodle soup with your daughter-in-law. Do you think your parents are sad?

The puppy helps bite, and the in-laws come early. On the kang, I touched my patterned shoes, and my pants fell off again, so I patted my pants with both hands. What a wonderful thing.

Civet cats, on the roof, don't give their nephews scorpions. Mom, mom, let's go (read together), roll cakes, kill chickens and eat that dead thing.

Tang pear tree, with white flowers, her mother raised a little enemy, a little cloth, a little miscellaneous (cut into pieces) and a little thread. It was useless to raise it, so she went (to marry a woman and honk her horn). Father cried, mother cried, and brother cried. Sister-in-law, come here, will you? J, it's nice to leave.