One:
A machine, picking mulberry and trying on spring clothes.
The wind is sunny, warm and weak,
On the peach blossom branches, warblers whisper,
Refuse to let people go home.
Two:
Two machines, pedestrians were immediately delayed.
I hate to pay easily,
Looking back and smiling, the flowers are gone,
I'm afraid that I will be known.
Three:
Third machine, Wu silkworm is old and young.
Changzhou Garden Dongfeng Banquet,
While the light shines, ladies-in-waiting,
Put on your dancing clothes.
Four:
Four machines, black eyebrows in the dumb voice.
Back to weaving lotus seeds,
It is easy to spend money, but difficult to worry about.
The pulse is silky.
Five:
Five machines with stripes woven with Shen Lang's poems.
No one will,
Don't talk about sadness, don't talk about haggard,
Send acacia.
Six:
Six machines are playing with flowers.
There are more butterflies in the flowers,
When the shuttle stopped, in the shadow of the free window,
I watched it alone for a long time.
Seven:
After seven machines, Yuanyang hesitated to knit.
Afraid of being lightly cut,
Fly to two places, one from hatred,
What's the plan?
Eight:
Do you know which poem it is?
Woven into a desolate meaning,
After reading all the lines, I was too tired to speak.
I can't bear to think about it.
Nine:
Nine machines, two flowers, two leaves and two branches.
Since ancient times, fickle feelings have often left.
From the beginning to the end, the heart was tied,
Through silk.