Vole, vole, don't eat my millet! 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. That promised land, that promised land, is my good place!
Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat! I have served you hard for many years, but you are not kind to me.
Swear to get rid of you and enjoy the state. That country, that country of music, is my good place!
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. Happy suburbs, who is the eternal number.
The Book of Songs Qin Feng Xiangshu
You see, this hamster has skin, too. How can a man have no face?
If a person doesn't look his face squarely, he might as well die. Xiangmu: A kind of mouse
You see ground squirrels and teeth, but people ignore virtue.
A man without virtue should not wait for death. Stop: borrow shame
Rats have bodies, but people are rude!
If people are rude, Hu will not die?