Vole, vole, don't eat my millet!
Three years old, I am willing to take care of you.
Death will come to you, suitable for another heaven.
Promised land, won my position.
Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat!
When I was three, I couldn't do it.
Death will come to you and you will be happy in your country.
Guo Le Guo Le made me straight.
Rat, vole, don't eat my seedlings!
Three years old, I am willing to work hard.
Death will come to you, and you will be happy in the suburbs.
That happy suburb, that happy suburb, who is still lamenting the long cry!
Friends, please adopt the correct answer. You only ask questions and don't adopt the correct answers, and the answers are weak! ! !
Please accept the answer, my friend. Your adoption is my motivation. If you don't understand, please ask. Thank you.