Fat ya ya, handsome Niu Niu, hand in hand, crossing the ditch, picking up peas, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up, eyah yo, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up.
Golden peas, silver peas, round red peas, one after another, you can't lose the harvested fruit, eyah, you can't lose the harvested fruit.
Autumn is full of fruits.
Autumn is like a big plate.
Full of all kinds of sweet fruits.
Green apples and red persimmons
Dali in Huang Chengcheng
Brochette grapes saizhuzi
What looks like a lantern is an orange.
Autumn is a fruit bowl.
Everyone likes to eat fruit.
"Agricultural harvest! 》
Agricultural harvest!
The good news spread all over the Gobi.
Father Sun gave a thumbs-up sign;
The wind mother-in-law sang the song of harvest;
Little Balaam plays Dombrat;
Little Coulee turned up a flowered skirt;
Look!
In the field,
Grandpa Corn stroked his long beard.
Smile at us;
Sunflowers hung their heads shyly,
Nod to us;
Watermelon hit the general in the stomach,
Wave to us.
Listen!
The click of the train,
The hope of a bumper harvest is being sent far away.
Agricultural harvest!
The whole Gobi is boiling!