Spring silkworm has not yet become cocoon, has been the cage solid.
Only silk can be found in the cranberry seeds, which can't be matched all the year round.
Every time I read the words of the ancients, there are gains and losses.
My life alone, haggard as long as one.
In the daytime, you are alone, dark as lacquer.
When the spring is dry, the day is endless.
Melancholy again melancholy, several new moon.
The Original Poetry: