I awake light-hearted this morning of spring. Everywhere round me the singing of birds. But now I remember the night, the storm. How many are the fallen flowers. Red beans give birth to the south. Spring comes a few branches.

The boy hero Na Zha. Heaven he is higher than heaven. He is bigger than the sea. Subdue demons and descend demons. The boy hero is Nezha. Sometimes he is very clever. Sometimes he is stupid.

Cock cock-a-doodle-doo, craning his neck to sing. Whoa whoa whoa what do you sing. It is singing: Morning. Old hen, clucking, jumping out of her nest to sing. Cluck, what do you sing. It's singing: Laying eggs. Chicken, chick, chick, running here and there singing.

Sleep quietly, little baby, Lilac and red rose; Climbing gently to bed, Accompany you to sleep; May God bless you to sleep until dawn, May God bless you to sleep until dawn. Sleep quietly, little baby.

Here is a little mouse, Peeking through a hole. Peek to the left, Peek to the right. Watch out! There is a cat inside. Here is a little mouse, Peeking through a hole. Peek to the left, Peek to the right. Watch out!