Lyrics of the chorus "Yongchun"

Don't be greedy, little boy. It's new year after Laba

Laba porridge for a few days

Twenty three sweet melons and twenty four house sweeping days

Twenty five frozen tofu twenty six to buy meat

Twenty seven cocks and twenty-eight faces

Twenty nine steamed buns and thirty sons for a night

New year's Day

Grandfather's pipe wakes the alley in the morning

The word "Fu" of Dahong is pasted from the door to the bridge

How many years has the river boat rocked

The cry of the boat sang some songs of hometown

Smoke over the shore, with Grandma's smile

The wind blows through the wrinkles, revealing the depth of the years

The lights were dim and the stars were shining

I still remember my childhood of graffiti on old brick walls

Old photos, blurred past

Spring in the snow

The fire ignited, and the smell of tea filled the air

The way home is no longer far away

The spring breeze can't make you happy

The green buds are boundless

Happy days of gongs and drums

Wine satisfaction in the cup

The old lady next door brought out the Douban

Under the big tree, the children are dancing one two three

Gorgeous fireworks and endless laughter

How many years of China have been spent on the bluestone of the small street

The past blurred by old photos

Spring in the snow

The fire ignited, and the smell of tea filled the air

The way home is no longer far away

The spring breeze can't make you happy

The green buds are boundless

Happy days of gongs and drums

Wine satisfaction in the cup

The spring breeze can't make you happy

The green buds are boundless

Happy days of gongs and drums

Wine satisfaction in the cup

Wine satisfaction in the cup