叫醒日出和月升的人,他总是声音清脆,步履从容。他先是穿过宁静乡村,再迈进闹市,拨浪鼓是他谋取生活的道具。他喊雪花膏,喊生发油;他喊牙膏皮、鸡肫皮,那些小东西,可有可无,但似乎又不可缺少。他喊一声桃花,桃花就红了;他喊一声春柳,春柳就绿了。 Wake up sunrise and moonrise people, he always crisp voice, walking calmly. He first through the quiet countryside, and then into the downtown, rattle is his life props. He shouted a cream of cream and shouted hair oil; he cried toothpaste skin, chicken skin, those little things are dispensable, but it seems indispensable. He shouted peach, peach red; he shouted Chunliu, spring willow green.