Dawn,
Opened the eyes of several people,
Blurred eyes drive your feet,
Into a new day.
(2)
Central vegetable market,
It's brightly lit,
This is an endless continuation of yesterday.
The moon was launched,
The sun is not on duty yet.
Beautiful plates shrink the air,
Cold out of the quiet ballad:
Come on!
Take me away!
Your taste buds are about to open.
Sparse,
People who buy food,
I haven't realized my dream yet,
Lazy in bed.
(3)
The way to enter,
Originally spacious.
Now I've given a lot.
Inferior vegetables.
They can't afford a booth,
Only decorate the roadside.
Even more pitiful is the bag,
Pieces of snakeskin bags,
Belly stuck to the mud,
Carrying beautiful vegetables on your back.
The silent Hawking,
Open in the sun.
Green vegetables,
White and transparent radish,
Cute and funny crooked pepper,
Garlic has a slight frost,
The book full of thoughts is blue.
Do you want it?
(4)
So beautiful and gentle,
Stay by the side of the road and wait for glory.
In the silent cold wind,
The owner of the plate looks sallow,
Like an ancient white wall;
In the cold rain,
This dish blurs the owner's eyes,
These are the long-awaited tickets,
Drifting in dirty water
Wait,
Only wait,
Lucky dishes will be selected.
(5)
Garbage dumps in the vegetable market,
Flies like new food best.
These,
Yesterday, the day before yesterday,
Bathing in the sun in fertile farmland,
Sing the song of victory.
Now it is a decadent ballad.
Sad about the sweat of the host,
They don't want to break down,
I want to be a partner in selling it.
Beautiful into people's families,
In exchange for the rippling water waves for the host.
(6)
Day after day,
The life of vegetable farmers is divided into three parts.
A piece of sunshine, moonlight,
Turn black waves;
Standing alone,
Eyes begging for life;
Dim kitchen smoke,
Telling the distance of life.
(7)
In the vegetable market,
Today's local dishes,
Out of fashion.
That foreign girl is the person.
The darling of money.
Being left out, sad,
It's not your fault,
There is something wrong with the mentality of the banknotes.
You were born and raised,
Keywords transgenic, greenhouse,
Far away,
Don't yearn for it.
(8)
Vegetable market,
Still like that,
A vegetable vendor,
Get up early