Jiangsu Folk Songs and Ballads

Rock, rock, rock,

Rock to Grandma's bridge.

Grandma smiles at me,

and calls me a good baby.

A bag of candy, a bag of fruit,

And after the cake there's a cake.

Pulling the big saw

Pulling the big saw, pulling the big saw,

Grandma's house is a big opera.

Pick up the girl, invite the son-in-law,

but don't let Dongdong go.

If you don't want to go, you have to go.

Ride the cart and go.

The white rabbit

The white rabbit, white and white,

Two ears up,

Loves to eat radishes and vegetables,

Hopping and jumping is so cute.

The little mouse

Went up to the lampstand,

Stole the oil, but couldn't get down,

Cried and screamed for mommy,

Rolled down with a gurgle.

That's strange

That's strange, that's strange, that's strange,

The ants stomped on the rooster,

Daddy sleeps in the cradle,

The baby sings a lullaby.

The iron is made by Zhang

The iron is made by Zhang, the iron is made by Li,

The scissors are made to give to my sister,

Sister leaves me to rest, but I won't,

I'll go back to making woolen iron.

Push the mill, shake the mill

Push the mill, shake the mill

Push the beans, grind the tofu

Ma Leuner wants to eat tofu.

The rice is cooked in a bowl,

It doesn't get cooked,

Weeping in our jars,

Weeping in our jars,

Weeping in our jars.

Little boy

Little boy

Sitting on the doorstep

Crying for a daughter-in-law

What do you want a daughter-in-law for?

Lighting a lamp to talk, blowing out the lamp for company,

and in the morning, combing the pigtails.

Which way is higher

Which way is higher? This way.

Which side is shorter? This side is short.

A pot of tofu made into twelve pieces.

Tender bean curd, a good dish,

Made today and sold tomorrow.

Sit in rows

Sit in rows and eat fruit

There are many friends in the kindergarten.

One for you, one for me,

The big one for you, the small one for me.

New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve, firecrackers,

Cracking and popping.

Playing dragon lanterns, stepping on stilts,

Wrapping dumplings, steaming sweet cakes,

Grandma rubbed her eyes with laughter,

Grandpa's mustache turned up in delight.

Five Fingers Song

One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain and fight the tiger.

The tiger was not hit, but the squirrel was.

How many squirrels are there? Let me count them.

Counting and counting, one, two, three, four, five.

Seven aunts picking fruit

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Seven aunts came to pick the fruit,

Seven baskets in their hands.

Seven kinds of fruits in seven ways:

Apple, peach, pomegranate,

Persimmon, plum, chestnut, pear.

I have a pair of tiny hands

I have a pair of tiny hands

One left and one right.

Tiny hands, tiny hands,

One **** ten fingers.

I have little hands,

I can wash my face and gargle,

I can dress and comb my hair,

I can do things myself.

Children, don't be greedy, it's a new year after the eighth day of the 12th lunar month.

The congee of the eighth day of the 12th lunar month is for a few days, and it's for twenty-three days. The first and second days of the year are filled with walks on the streets.