Ballads about seasoned soy sauce. Hurry up! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Laid-off workers traveled all over the country to sell soy sauce,

All the way to the canyon.

I don't want to see beautiful flowers,

Press the horn tightly and walk around.

two

The man's quarry has not been returned,

Women have less change in their pockets.

Well, don't ask the price yet,

Re-taste whether the soy sauce is salty.

three

The old peasant woman wobbled,

With twenty cents in his hand.

Maggots arch around the bottle mouth,

Skinny, less smiling.

four

Apologize first, not soy sauce,

There are no wrinkles in the smile:

I also know that I am ashamed of my lack of money.

It's never too much to pay less.

five

The only son hasn't come back to work yet,

Grandchildren and mothers rarely leave regrets.

Catch scorpions on idle mountains,

Sell more pocket money.

six

I was stung by a scorpion on the mountain yesterday.

I'm afraid I'm too distressed to say it.

Smell the chicken in the morning and get up again.

I don't know where to make a living.

seven

When I first saw the sigh of my old life,

It's even more sour to hear this again.

Originally laid off and helpless,

Who says poverty is better than surplus in Iraq?

eight

Make money by playing soy sauce on weekdays.

Free door-to-door delivery today

I want to be Lei Feng once,

I hope there are more smiles in the world!