Wei rat is a kind of rat named in ancient documents of China, and it is described as a giant rat that can dig underground caves. This word comes from Shuo in the Book of Songs Feng Wei, which is a poem describing the rodent damage in farmland.
In the poem Shuo, the poet took Shuo as a symbol, revealing some social contradictions and problems at that time. The poem reads: Twinkle, twinkle, I am a millet without food. "Say" here symbolizes greedy and selfish people. Like Shuo, they only know how to take, but they don't know how to pay, even the millet that farmers have worked so hard to grow.
The poet also expressed his dissatisfaction with social injustice and the gap between the rich and the poor through his description of New Moon. He wrote, "If you were a mouse, you wouldn't eat my wheat." . The wheat here symbolizes social fairness and justice, while the squirrel symbolizes those greedy and selfish people. The poet hopes that society can treat everyone fairly so that everyone can get the reward they deserve.
Full text of Shuo Shu
Twinkle, twinkle, don't give me food! I have served you hard for years, but you don't care about me. Vowed to get rid of you and go to a happy land. Promised land, I love what I have learned, and I don't eat my watch! One-year-old woman, Mo Wokende, died and returned to her daughter, happy in the country. Guo Le Guo Le, love me straight out. Rat, vole, don't eat my seedlings! After years of hard work, you don't want me! I vowed to get rid of you and go to the suburbs to laugh. That happy suburb, that happy suburb, who is still lamenting the long cry!
Interpretation: vole, vole, don't eat my Thai style! I waited for you for many years, but you refused to take care of me. I swear to get rid of you and go to the promised land to have happiness. That musician, that musician, is my good place! Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat! After all these years of hard work, you refuse to be nice to me.
I swear to get rid of you and go to that happy country to find love. That music country, that music country, is my good place! Vole, vole, don't eat my seedlings! After all these years of hard work, you won't comfort me! Swear to get rid of you and have fun there. That music suburb, that music suburb, who will lament that long call sign!