Tang's silkworms are as thin as ants, and mulberry bud's beak is green.
Who invaded the morning mulberry picking, holding tears like rain.
Last year's first sleep, at this time, this spring's fallen leaves came late.
Worried about hearing Xu Li's voice outside the door, the housekeeper collected new silk in February.
Journey to Silkworm Valley (Du Fu's Tang Poems)
All counties and countries in the world go to the city, and there is no city.
You can't cast armor as a farm tool and plow an inch of cattle.
Cattle can be raised, so can silkworms.
For nothing, the martyrs burst into tears, and men and women sang songs about the silkworm dynasty: Song Author: People who wear superficial things have benevolence, and silkworms can do nothing.
Would like to make clothes with the world.
Clouds wet mountains and snow.
Unknown dragons are like horses. It's no use saying that the road is rugged and difficult to walk. The cliff rises abruptly from the face of the human face, and the qi rises with the rise of the horse's head.
Flowers-like trees cover the path of Qin Ruchuan, the river that flows around the river, and the capital of Shu. Your advance and retreat have been decided, and you won't be asked about the good Kun Pei. "Spider Oracle Bone Inscriptions" Pinyin: zh and zh
Dynasty: Tang Zhi School: Five Ancient Authors: Su Zheng, a silkworm, spun silk and made great contributions to the world.
Spiders spin silk, and flying insects suck blood.
What is the patent of silk, and what is the evil of silk?
Covering the sky with a net in the sun is no different.
If you live in an important place, the harm can be said.
Although the success of the network is good for you, the failure of the network is also a disaster.
The villain and the gentleman are like-minded.
Twelve Sorrow Poems-Don's Twelve Sorrow Poems-The text of the poem is eight silkworms, who sleep in the middle of the night.
The bell moved the matchmaker to call her home, and she watched people collect gold and cymbals with tears.
Li Furen's illness is autumn, and Hanwu doesn't look up.
What you have gained has been exhausted, and the soul of Chu has spent all his life.
Xie Jiachi Pavilion is full of flowers, and Xiao Temple Gallery is full of bamboo.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a threshold and wanted to leave.
Sui division warships are dying, and the country should be hard to protect itself.
Farewell to tears, who will be in the mirror after the parting.
On tanabata, the flowers are more painful when the banquet is accompanied.
In the palace of Shu, at midnight, there was no one whispering in Lishan.
Joan Hinton was ill at night and everything was fine.
Fortunately, Tan Lang broke the letter, and she still dreamed of lovesickness shoes.
Sob away from the sound tube that blows autumn. My body rests for you today.
Zinu doesn't talk about his life, but looks at Xie Lou Yu, a cuttlefish.
Moss falls in the clouds, and gold scissors can't bear to see it.
Thanks to the bitter water sent by the king, he may live on earth from now on.
It is difficult for Chen Gongxing to waste things, and there is no green grass in the three pavilions.
Guest Li Hua died, so Jiang ordered him to come, and he came alone.
In the early morning, I lost my way, and the peach blossoms thanked Wuling River.
Fairy mountain is nowhere to be found, and flowing water flows west.
Shao Qing sent Beiziqing back, and Xinyuetian was miserable.
But it is the only place in Maoling where knots are scattered and temples are dotted.
In my dream, I clearly entered the Han Palace and felt that the light was empty.
The purple platform falls on the moon and closes the mountain. You are heartbroken.
Poem "Poem of Bamboo Branches in Long Water"-written by Huang Qing Xie Qing's Poem-silkworm eggs must be taught to sleep for four hours, and fresh branches must be bought when buying mulberry.
Silkworms sleep in the old boudoir of Sanghong, and the night lights make cocoons.