In those years, those awesome nursery rhymes
Hearing children singing nursery rhymes reminds me of our generation, perhaps the whole world, singing the most awesome nursery rhymes.
I am still babbling at the age of a child, holding a quotation book and singing a quotation song, but I have no idea what it means, just waiting for me to run wildly in the street after school. In the woodpile, dragging a stick, riding a big horse with a big knife to "make".
Seeing the driver of the carriage, nursery rhymes come easily:
Car boss,
Smiling,
Whip the horse with a whip,
Ma Xue (frightened and hairy, I don't know which word),
The car overturned,
Bend the owner's dick stick.
Children don't know what shame is, but they sing with their mouths open. Car boss is angry. Then shout:
"Who is my son?"
Car boss: "me, me, me."
"Who is my grandson?"
Car boss: "me, me, me."
Don't be afraid at this moment, the car owner is driving around the corner.
"Who's that son of a bitch?"
"Yu! Mom is a bitch! "
Why don't you run and wait for a beating?
Then, we were arrogant and depressed, and there was a string of nursery rhymes of "smile, boss".
Great, isn't it? Our red and expert generation. What we are talking about now is the post-80s 19000 generation, but even our generation, our parents now, how can they admit that they are a ruined generation? How much of this generation is promising? The most profound memory is such a nursery rhyme that I can't forget.
At that time, although everything was in short supply, there were still many nursery rhymes. At that time, I was envious that the people who wrote nursery rhymes were very talented and could make us sing with relish.
The rain poured down,
Beijing called,
Told me to be a soldier,
I haven't grown up.
Report to the commander,
Take a break, eat something,
Stop. Damn it!
Report to the commander,
Your wife is in Taiwan Province province,
No pants to wear.
Bought two feet of cloth,
Made pants.
Don't look down on us for singing such tattered nursery rhymes, we are still happy. Of course, there are also orthodoxy that has been singing everywhere:
Down with lxx, down with wxx.
Lxx has a long fucking toe,
Foot washing water,
Paste sweet potato,
Sweet, noodles and dregs,
Eating under a quilt,
Pull it under the bed,
Farting and popping popcorn under the quilt.
Pee in bed, fry twist.
I don't know if these "private lessons" are children's songs, but they are all singing anyway. There is no such nursery rhyme as "Swallow in Flower Coat-".
And warm nursery rhymes.
The little old lady teased the child:
"Doby Doby can fly,
Many wives and children. "
When you grow up, you will know that law and family planning are national policies. One wife and one son is more illegal.
We also teased our little brother and sister who couldn't get up on the kang, holding his nose with his thumb and singing the shortest "driving song" with only two words:
Boom, boom,
"oh-".
Before the "whoops" were finished, the nosebleed had already flowed out. There are only two words left in this nursery rhyme.
Sometimes, one-way singing:
Little girl,
Shangjingyan,
Dig two holes,
Lay two eggs,
Break two petals with bones and bones.
More vigorously, or singing such a nursery rhyme:
Lao Wang Lao Wang,
Shit on the wall,
The wall fell down,
Scared Lao Wang away.
Lao Wang's wife has a big crotch,
Picking up garbage,
Bola dough drop
There is a similar one:
Lao Wang's grandmother is carrying a big basket (kuai, on her arm).
Picking up garbage,
Mend the crotch.
You hit me,
I'm not afraid,
I went home to sue my dad,
My father drives a tractor,
Chug chug, you son of a bitch.
Later, I upgraded to fly a plane.
Later, it rose to "driving a tank car and killing more than 100 devils."
There is a kind of sedan chair that is very interesting. Two people hold their wrists tightly and lift one person up and down.
Alas,
Hey,
Take a daughter-in-law to pee her pants.
When you see a cyclist, sing:
Riding a bike,
Bring a wife,
Violate traffic regulations.
Fines,
Second, fine the car,
Three penalties for his little wife.
See bare head, sing:
Bald and smart,
Touch the electric wand,
See if the daughter-in-law is fat,
If you are not fat, go to your mother's kang,
Daughter-in-law quickly said fat.
This generation, in a chaotic era, is ignorant and submerged in the atmosphere of "rebellion is justified" and has become a devastated generation. At the class reunion a few years ago, I carefully counted those students who had achieved more than other times and stood higher. There really were no students. No wonder childhood nursery rhymes are so "watery".
Traditional game nursery rhymes have been handed down, such as Happy Valley:
Pheasant feathers,
Happy Valley.
Macheng is open,
Send troops,
Haystack,
Play with a big knife,
My soldiers and horses tell you to choose!
There are songs handed down by Jurchen:
Pheasant feathers,
Happy valley,
Ma Chengkai,
Send Gege to send the horse!
Which one do you want,
Want a red tassel;
Red tassel is not at home,
I want you, Qingesa!
Qinggesa can't drink,
Want you, rhubarb dog.
Rhubarb dog doesn't eat,
I want you to keep calling a donkey.
Always tell the donkey not to pull the mill,
I want you to dry the haystack.
Keywords haystack, buried knife,
You can choose my military power!