Some guerrilla flower girl came down from Mount Hengshan in Liang Geliang.
Turn your white face.
This year is the year of reunion, crying and marrying Dionysus.
Liu Zhidan sells vegetables everywhere.
Nothing is as good as our canyon. Nanniwan makes yangko.
Brother Qing can't guess the autumn harvest, mountains and rivers.
A suite of folk songs in northern Shaanxi goes uphill and downhill to send Big Brother.
My beloved hometown sells vegetables and sings songs in the west.
Millet and rice are fragrant and warm in the cave.
Love a pair of friends like Da Yanqiu, and treat our leader Mao Zedong equally.
Does the plowman know how to send big brother?
People who go out are distressed and turn over flowers.
Lan Huahua's daughter can sing and sail a dry boat.
Brother Gongwu in Shandandan's Flower Back is herding sheep and embroidering a gold plaque.
Have a meal, wear a red rope and support the army.
Call my brother and come back. Go west and stand on the mountain, brother.
If you want to kiss me, only the beauty and beauty of northern Shaanxi.
Pinch garlic shoots, shake them three times, and spread them for 30 miles.
Everyone says we are good at flowering on cliffs.
Embroidered purse, three-sided wedding banquet.
Miss you, send your lover to tears, and throw his balls in Artemisia.
My brother came back, riding a white horse, and Dandan blossomed brilliantly.
Hand in hand, mouth in mouth, hairy eyes, sister, you go forward boldly.
Song, the boatman of the Yellow River, hung red on the loess slope.
Couples can read.
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