17-year-old music prodigy~ Zhang Bohong's "Beijing Native" lyrics:
Cut a slice of watermelon four or five liang
Real thin skin and crispy pulp
When the teahouse in the courtyard smells of jasmine flowers
The heat of summer is all forgotten
Drink a glass of fine wine and drift far away
The aroma of wine in the alley is intoxicating Intestine
When the sunset echoes in the corner of the old city and the rattles ring
The natives of Beijing are a little sentimental
I squatted alone at the foot of the wall and no one was there
My eyes are blank and I am wondering in my heart
Why am I so out of energy today
I seem to have lost my soul when writing lyrics.
A wonton stall on the roadside early in the morning
A farmer rides a cart and pulls bricks to work
A bowl of tofu is only one yuan a bowl
In the wind there are fragments of Beijing-style drum music
A bowl of soybean juice will cause a burnt circle
The blue and white porcelain pot is rolling with malt-scented oil residue
The vendor at the entrance of the alley is skewering candied haws on skewers
The teahouse next to it displays a photo of Ma Sanli
The vat is deeper than the basin, the basin is deeper than the bowl, and the bowl is deeper than the saucer
Waiting for your consideration
It has been there for many years and it is still so noisy
Beijing’s indigenous people pay attention
Cut a piece of watermelon for four or five liang
Real thin-skinned and crispy crumbs
When the courtyard teahouse smells of jasmine flowers
The heat of summer is all forgotten
Drink A glass of fine wine drifts far away
The aroma of wine in the alley is intoxicating
When the sunset echoes in the corner of the old city and the rattles ring
The natives of Beijing are a little sentimental
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When you are tired of standing, you are tired of squatting. When you are tired of sitting, you are tired.
When you are tired of sitting, lie down. When you are tired, you are lying on your stomach.
When you are tired, you can’t sleep and squint.
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Having a myna is a great honor
Be kind and polite
Say hello to people and don’t be late
It’s just a matter of fussing over everything. You will be looking for trouble
The world is infinitely better with a smile
The old man holding his wife in the park
He still walks with grace at seventy or eighty years old
Wearing a popsicle and wearing a vest
The bloodline of Zhoukoudian is very pure
It is right next to the right and right Anmen
>There is a steamed stuffed bun shop where dogs and dogs don’t care about them
I bought half a catty of cake cakes
Walking around an overpass is like a fairy
It’s right there Next to the right and left right Anmen
There is a shop with a door that is indifferent to dogs
I bought half a catty of cut cakes
Walking around an overpass is like Immortal
Cut a slice of watermelon for four or five liang
Real thin skin and crispy pulp
When the teahouse in the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of jasmine
The heat of summer is all forgotten
Drink a glass of fine wine and drift far away
The aroma of wine in the alley is intoxicating
The natives of Beijing are a little sentimental