Son, son, don't be greedy. It was a year after Laba. Laba porridge, in a few days, Ber Ber La La 23rd. Twenty-three, honeydew melon is sticky; Twenty-four, housing Tomb-Sweeping Day; Twenty-five, fried tofu; Twenty-six, stewed white meat; Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; Twenty-eight, send face; Twenty-nine, steamed bread; Thirty children stayed up all night; Pay more attention to your New Year's Eve, and I won't help you. Say hello to your parents when I go home!