Lyrics of shaosiming's childhood

Three Character Classic

Human nature is originally good

Sex is close, habit is far away

If you don't teach, your nature will change

The way of teaching should be specialized

A small restaurant in laojiekou of ancient town

The rowing order was fierce

The wind on the horse's head wall

Blowing through narrow alleys

Gold Phoenix embroidered on a small embroidered jacket

There lived an old tailor on the street

Moss dyed old well wooden Ladybug bucket

You ride a bamboo horse in the east of Shiqiao

When the stars climb into the warm night sky

You chase fireflies for lanterns

Old face old photos

The smile of childhood

When we were kids, we were on the swing, holding the hook

Blue and white bowl full of corn porridge cooked by mother

Sophora tree pokes Hornets, listen to the wind on the hillside

We don't know anything in the sun

Where did you go when you were a child

The light moonlight is still hazy outside the eaves

Soap bubbles in the air, it's too hasty

Silent years steal many of my dreams

Gold Phoenix embroidered on a small embroidered jacket

There lived an old tailor on the street

Moss dyed old well wooden Ladybug bucket

You ride a bamboo horse in the east of Shiqiao

When the stars climb into the warm night sky

You chase fireflies for lanterns

Old photos, old faces

The smile of childhood

When we were kids, we were on the swing, holding the hook

Blue and white bowl full of corn porridge cooked by mother

Sophora tree pokes Hornets, listen to the wind on the hillside

We don't know anything in the sun

Where did you go when you were a child

The light moonlight is still hazy outside the eaves

Soap bubbles in the air, it's too hasty

Silent years steal many of my dreams

When we were kids, we were on the swing, holding the hook

Blue and white bowl full of corn porridge cooked by mother

Sophora tree pokes Hornets, listen to the wind on the hillside

We know nothing in the sun

When we were kids, we were on the swing, holding the hook

Blue and white bowl full of corn porridge cooked by mother

Sophora tree pokes Hornets, listen to the wind on the hillside

We don't know anything in the sun

Where did you go when you were a child

The light moonlight is still hazy outside the eaves

Soap bubbles in the air, it's too hasty

Silent years steal many of my dreams