Lyrics of Zhuo Yiting's little basket

The little basket is swinging

In the laughter, my mother carried me down the stilted building

For the first time, I tasted wild fruits in the deep mountains

For the first time, I washed my hands by the Qingxi river

For the first time, I visited the big world in the mountains

The first time I went down to the beach, I watched the dragon boat race

Yo ho ~ yo ho~

Childhood unforgettable mother's little basket

The little basket is round

In the song, my mother carried me down the stilted building

How many times did grandma cook Ciba at home

How many times have you listened to folk songs? At the bridge

How many times did I wet my mother's back when I slept in the basket

How many times have I climbed out of the basket and walked barefoot

Yo ho ~ yo ho~

Childhood unforgettable mother's little basket

How much joy, how much love

How much to miss and how much to love

My mother's smiling face is still sweet in my heart

Sweet in my heart~