鸡蛋黄来鸡蛋光,妹嘴更比火腿香;有心跟妹亲个嘴,胜过喝碗火腿汤。1夕阳捡拾起山峦的时候,丁丁糖的心情非常舒畅,她哼着山歌甩着鞭子吆着自家的黄牯子回家。黄牯子踢踢踏踏,不紧不慢,步子稳健得很。不新鲜来不新鲜,想哥想得发梦颠;一天没有两眼见,出出进进要人牵。妹想小郎头发烧,想起小郎脚打飘;等到五更不见你,好比老鹰把魂叼。丁丁糖的声音响亮、甜脆、圆润,唱歌是她最喜好的事情。她一路唱着山歌,欢天喜地把牛赶回家。刚到门前,牛都还未关回圈里,父亲丁 Egg yellow egg light, sister mouth more than ham incense; heart with his sister kiss, better than drink soup ham soup. 1 When the sunset picked up the hills, the feeling of tintin was very comfortable. She hummed her song and whipped her own yellow clam back home. Huang 牯 child kicking tapping, not slow, very steady pace. Not fresh to not fresh, like brother want to dream dream; one day no two eyes see, out into the VIP pull. Little girl want to Lang Lang fever, think of small Lang foot flutter; until five even less see you, like the eagle to Diao Diao. Tintin loud, sweet, mellow, singing is her favorite thing. She sang folk songs all the way, happily cattle back home. Just arrived in front of cattle have not closed loop, his father Ding