南城根安了路灯,黄色的灯光,毛茸茸的,铺开来,落在我们肩头,像尘土一样,掸都掸不掉。我们穿过长长的巷子,我们拖着长长的影子。我说,小招,唱个曲儿。头戴烂草帽,惹得老鸦多,老鸦来踏蛋,把我头踏破;世上穷人多,哪个就像我?怀揣干炕馍,虱和虮子多,饿时取出吃,虱吃一半多;世上穷人多,哪个就像我?做了一锅汤,儿和女儿多,等到我去吃,还有空锅锅;世上穷人多,哪个就像我?住得烂塌房,窟窿眼眼多,下了三点雨,炕上流成河。小招晃着脑袋,眯缝着眼,唱了一段。他的头发乱哄哄的,有几缕撅着,头一摇,像风,吹动了芦苇。小招是我认识的年轻人里唯一会唱小曲的。现在的年轻人,都听流行歌,会唱小曲的,简直算是奇葩了。 South City, the root of the street lights, yellow lights, hairy, spreading, falling on our shoulders, like dust, Shan Shan can not afford. We crossed the long alley, we dragged long shadows. I said, a small trick, singing a song children. Wearing a straw hat, prompting crows, crows to tread eggs, my first step; the world’s poor, which is like me? Carry dry kang, lice and prickly heat, eat when hungry, lice eat more than half; The world’s poor and more, which is like me? Made a pot of soup, more children and daughters, until I eat, there are empty pan; the world’s poor, and more, like me? Live rotten houses, Under the three rain, kang up into a river. Slightly shaking his head, narrowed his eyes, sang for a while. His hair was disheveled, strained, cranky, windy, blowing the reed. Small trick is the only young person I know will sing a song. Nowadays young people listen to pop songs and sing songs, which is almost amazing.