What are the poems about mulberry or mulberries in the vast sea of ??poetry?

The poems about mulberry or mulberries include:

"Two Poems to Send Shao Shuzhong's Academic Record to Yanling to Serve"

Song Dynasty Lu Wengui

< p>A thin official is like wild rice in autumn, cold and unbearable to eat.

The school palace is like Fu's house, which is not open to the public.

To the east of Fangjun Bridge, a couch can accommodate your knees.

There are many good scholars in Wu, who will be suitable for three years?

Poor Panlin Owl, the mulberries are black to stop drunkenness.

After returning from the book collection, the autumn wind blows at Diaotai.

Go to Ruyin Sanjue again

Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty

The yellow chestnuts are singing, the mulberries are beautiful, the purple cherries are ripe and the wheat is cool in the wind.

Zhu Lun was ashamed of all his love in the past, and now he looks like his hometown again.

Xilong Taoist Temple

Song Dynasty·Hong Zikui

The shadow of the stream is soaked in the cold dawn, and the people and horses in the empty court report peace.

The dream returns to the realm of heaven, where I am an official in a country without any love.

The mulberries are green and red, and the doves are in the cave, and the wheat flowers are blooming and falling, and the pheasants are staggering.

Watch the good ban Jiading Zhongxing imperial edict with Peng Po Dibo.

"Ruan Langgui·Mulberry"

Qing Dynasty·Ye Shenxiang

The south wind brings warm wheat to the waist, the mulberry trees are in full bloom, and the green pearls are three It is difficult to describe the changes in painting, and the beads are full of buds.

After the silkworm work is over, the new ones are raised, and the silkworms are more delicate in their leisure time. Singing doves cross each other in two pairs, and they fly high to compete with each other.

Living in seclusion

Song Dynasty·Lu You

Living on the screen at the end of the river and sea, the mountains and rivers are deep. In the summer of Chu Yang, the country of Ze was very cloudy.

The mulberry turns purple when ripe, and the sound is left by waterfowl. Occasionally, I got a ladle of wine and chatted with the neighbors.