Little Red Boy, go to Nanshan, mow the grass in Cao Jing, weave flower baskets and sift rice for cooking. Dogs eat, kittens look, and mice chew the edge of the pot.

Children, children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the year;

Laba porridge, after drinking for a few days, is twenty-three miles away; Twenty-three, honeydew melon is sticky; Twenty-four sweeping the house;

Twenty-five, frozen tofu; Twenty-six, go to buy meat;

Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; Twenty-eight, send you face;

Twenty-nine, steamed bread; Stay up for 30 nights in a row;

Walking all over the street on the first day and the second day.

Honey melon sacrifices to the stove, and the New Year arrives;

Girls want flowers, boys want guns;

The old man wants a new felt hat.

The old lady needs a new cotton-padded jacket.