Lyrics of "walking in the street with the peddler"(xiong xiong zuo ye he xiao fan yi qi zai jie tou chang yang ge ci )

We don't sing about the ideals of life

Counting the tickets on the dusty side of the road

Put the dusty ticket in your pocket

Riding an electric tricycle on the road

Get up at three in the morning and rush to the wholesale market

Light a cigarette in the cold fog

Roadside scenery, pedestrians and vehicles in fact every day

Life seems to stay like this

The oil pot in the morning is smoking

People who buy fried dough sticks talk to me quietly

Today's tomatoes are so fresh

Today's cherries are so sweet

The newspapers are always talking about stock wars and insurance

I just want to see the answer to yesterday's riddle

She never showed up again

There was a young girl who opened a new tofu shop opposite

You go after you

Complex success and fame

We're here to sell us

Simple years and life

Chinese PinYin : Xiong Xiong Zuo Ye He Xiao Fan Yi Qi Zai Jie Tou Chang Yang Ge Ci