One

Thousands of strands float up,

The first note of the skillful hand line.

The warbler shuttle is busy all day,

How many pieces of blue and white cloth are woven?

Two

Shih Tzu hung branches,

Tingting couldn't help shaking.

Hateful green yarn does not weave,

It's just a small waist!

Three

Just ushered in a touch of new green,

And came the jealous neighbor,

The finches think I have a strange hairstyle,

Neighboring to the green bamboo on the opposite bank,

Constantly shouting ridicule and sarcasm.

When the ten thousand strands of green silk are elegant

Feng'er is inexplicably jealous,

Always blowing them up,

Ren Yingshuo tried his best,

You can't weave a piece of green cloth.

When the green silk turns into flying flotsam,

Intoxicated with the talented women of the world,

The beauty of the sky,

Let the cold snowflakes sigh to themselves!

2017.02.06

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