In the morning, beef noodles, lamb at noon. Drinking three soaking tables, I will play the card with the egg. Looking at the Lanshan Mountain, looking at the iron bridge. The baby is strong, the steamed bun is strong. The skin is strong, the sweet embryo is long. The lamb on the mountain, pull the sheep's hoof. Mala Tang sits in the village, and the potato eggs are loud. Lily nine years digging, sweet-scented white melon, dumplings to the guests, oily fragrance to send family, the Yellow River water, moisturizing the shore people.