A row of eight-character, thirteen-line poems includes:
Shuo Shuo's The Book of Songs, Guo Feng and Wei Feng:
Shuo Shuo Shuo, I have no food!
If I visit you at the age of three, I won't care.
If I die, I will go to you, and I will be happy in another land.
If I am happy, I will get my place.
if you are a big mouse, you can't eat my wheat!
When I am three years old, I will be grateful to you.
When I die, I will go to you, and I will be happy in my country.
When I am happy in my country, I will be straight.
When I am three years old, I will work hard.
When I die, I will go to your hometown.
Happy suburbs, who will be the eternal title?
Shuoshu
Shuoshu, an article in The Book of Songs, is a folk song of Wei State. People use Shuoshu to satirize the rulers, expressing slaves' resistance and yearning for an ideal country.
Modern translation
Rat, rat, don't eat my millet! After years of hard work to support you, you ignored my life. Swear to leave you from now on and go to that ideal new paradise. New paradise, new paradise, is a good place to live!
Rat, rat, don't eat my wheat! After years of hard work to support you, who will appreciate it? Swear to leave you from now on and go to that ideal and happy place. Happily, happily, the value of labor belongs to yourself!
Rat, rat, don't eat my seedlings! After years of hard work to feed you, who will comfort you if you bleed and sweat? Swear to leave you from now on and go to that ideal new music suburb. New music suburbs, new music suburbs, free and happy!