The little red boy went up to Nanshan, cut wattle grass, weaved foil baskets, sifted rice, and made dry rice. The puppy ate it, the kitten looked at it, and the mouse was so anxious that it nibbled on the edge of the pot.

Children, don’t be greedy, it’s the New Year after Laba Festival;

Drink Laba porridge for a few days, it will be twenty-three; twenty-three, sugar melon is sticky; Twenty-four, clean the house;

Twenty-five, freeze tofu; twenty-six, buy meat;

Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; twenty-eight, make the dough;

On the twenty-nine, steamed buns; at the thirtieth, I stayed up all night;

On the first and second day of the lunar month, I walked around the streets.

Sugar melons are offered to the stove, and the New Year is here;

The girl wants flowers, the boy wants cannons;

The old man wants a new felt hat,

< p>The old lady wants a new cotton-padded jacket,