The white mouse and the little squirrel live together in a small yellow house.
Little White Mouse is very busy, she is busy (lu) all day long, like a happy little housewife. As for the little squirrel, he is lazy all day, but he is good at writing poetry.
In the warm spring, the mice are busy. She collected various petals, washed them, dried them, and stored them, preparing to make herbal tea in winter. In addition, she has to cook, wash clothes, clean the room, and take care of the vegetables grown in the yard. As for the little squirrel, he does nothing but writes and writes in a small notebook with an old pencil. Although the white mouse is busy, he always has time to put a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea and a plate of delicious snacks next to the little mouse.
In the hot summer, the mice are busy. She collected all kinds of idiots, washed them, dried them, and stored them as food for the winter. In addition, she has to cook, wash clothes, clean the room, and take care of the vegetables grown in the yard. As for the little squirrel, he does nothing but writes and writes in a small notebook with an old pencil. Although the mouse is busy, he always has time to put a glass of refreshing juice and a plate of homemade mung bean ice beside the little mouse.
In the cool autumn, the mice are very busy. She collects all kinds of fragrant fallen leaves, washes them, drys them, and stores them so that in winter, she and the little squirrel will have a warm and comfortable bed. In addition, she has to cook, wash clothes, clean the room, and take care of the vegetables grown in the yard. As for the little squirrel, he does nothing but writes and writes in a small notebook with an old pencil. Although the white mouse is busy, he always has time to put a cup of honey water and a plate of fragrant roasted walnuts beside the little squirrel.
Winter is here. The winter is so cold and so long. Although the mouse is ready for the arrival of winter, she still hopes that spring will arrive earlier.
But Tuntian is always late (shan). Later, the white mouse gradually ate up the food prepared for the winter, and her mood became depressed (jusang) day by day.
“Don’t do this,” the little squirrel pulled up the little white mouse’s paw, “come, sit down, and let me recite a little poem for you.”
Twinkle twinkle
The sun shines (yao) among the grass
Twinkle twinkle
Dew (Iu) beads shine between the flowers
Twinkle twinkle
The little fish shines between the waves
Twinkle twinkle
The spring pu male delion shines
Between your warm smiles
It was a warm little poem, as if every word was written in (zh6n) sunshine. As the mouse listened, her mood brightened a little bit. She was no longer afraid of the cold and no longer worried about starvation. She felt warm from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail, as if sitting on a field full of flowers. As if sitting in the middle of spring. The little white mouse closed his eyes and listened to the little squirrel recite his little poem over and over again. When she opened her eyes again, she suddenly noticed that a tender green sprout had emerged from the soil in the corner of the wall, which looked like a tiny ear.
“Look, dear little squirrel,” said the little mouse, “you woke up spring with a little poem.”
