Homework poem

I am not sorry for being in a remote village, but I still want to defend the wheel platform for my country. I'm lying in a remote village, but I don't feel sorry for myself. I still want to do my homework for my country.

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. -White hair and three thousands of feet, worrying like homework.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there? -How much homework is there tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In spring, the silkworms will weave until they die, and the work of turning the wax torch into ash is completed.

But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses even though we cut it with our swords. -but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, we write more and do more.