当蜘蛛网无情地查封了我的炉台/当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀/我依然固执地铺平失望的灰烬/用美丽的雪花写下:相信未来……注意到那只蜘蛛在我的窗台织网,是在下午的七点多,那时它刚拉好几条丝。天空阴暗,没有想见的如同青春一样绚丽的晚霞。有沉闷的风在吹,大概是将要下雨。大概九点,果然下雨了。我想要把窗关上,却不得不停下来了,因为有某种东西将我打动了。蜘蛛还在织着它即将 When the spider web ruthlessly seized my hob / Ashes of sobs sigh of poverty sadness / I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment / write in beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future ... notice the spider in me The window sill weavers, which are in the afternoon at seven o’clock, when it just pulled a few silk. Dark sky, did not want to see as brilliant as youth sunset. There is a dull wind blowing, probably about to rain. About nine o’clock, it really rained. I want to shut the window, but I have to stop, because there is something that touched me. The spider still weaves it soon