A classic poem praising silkworm

The classic poem praising silkworm is as follows:

1, Hugh Daosheng is a cocoon idiot, and butterflies are trapped in the spring breeze for a long time. If I had known I was physically and mentally exhausted today, I wouldn't have spun silk.

2. Drink spring mulberry dew in the morning and smell mugwort at night. Silk weaves rain rhyme, while thread weaves clouds. Don't complain about the world of mortals, pity brocade and silk. You know what I mean, you will never forget each other.

Mulberry fell in love with green leaves, and moths spread to the farm. The cocoon is strong, the silk is bright, the oil is exhausted and the core is twisted.

4, do not understand cold and hate weaving, bitter silk to protect the heart. Hua tuo was helpless. He was ill in the shell and broke the spring back when he surfaced.

5. When doing penance in Sangyuan, wonderful words are full of words. Who knows that pupae break butterflies, fly high and flap their wings, and turn mud calluses?

6. Pick up a soul and hang it on earth. The cat is waiting for me to knit brocade. I was born with flowers and embroidered smiles. Self-restraint is not because of ugliness, and every fetus takes off its own fairy spirit. -wagging your tail at silkworm moths and watching mulberry fields in March.