Lyrics of Deng Miaohua's "little peasant girl"

Bamboo fence, morning glory,

There are wild ducks in the shallow pond,

The winding river winds down the mountain,

There is a small farm on the hillside,

Wearing a hat, barefoot,

Let's play by the river,

Rubbing mud, catching fish and shrimp,

The life of the farmer is endless,

Feng'er, feng'er, shyly,

Down the hill,

One in the East, one in the west,

I'll hide under the shed for a while,

Under the melon shed, his face was red with flying clouds,

That's mom's call,

Soft and slow,

It's like the smoke of a kitchen,

Walk and sing all the way,

Pick some wild chrysanthemums and weave a wreath,

I carry my wet skirt,

Singing home.

Bamboo fence, morning glory,

There are wild ducks in the shallow pond,

The winding river winds down the mountain,

There is a small farm on the hillside,

Wearing a hat, barefoot,

Let's play by the river,

Rubbing mud, catching fish and shrimp,

The life of the farmer is endless,

Feng'er, feng'er, shyly,

Down the hill,

One in the East, one in the west,

I'll hide under the shed for a while,

Under the melon shed, his face was red with flying clouds,

That's mom's call,

Soft and slow,

It's like the smoke of a kitchen,

Walk and sing all the way,

Pick some wild chrysanthemums and weave a wreath,

I carry my wet skirt,

Singing home.

Singing home.

Singing home.

Singing home.