1. Mulberry picking (for example, March silkworms give birth to spring)
Dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Folk Songs
2. A trip to Silkworm Valley (for example, all countries and counties in the world go to Wancheng)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Du Fu
3. Silkworm wife (such as Pink is not hungry at all)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Du Xunhe
4. Shu Tuoyin (Example: Angzang strode to Can Cong)
Dynasty: Tang author:
5. chant silkworm (example: hard work makes no basket)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Jiang
6. Silkworm wives (such as picking mulberry at dawn, with bitterness in bitterness)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Lai Gu
7. Send a friend to Shu (for example, watch the road)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Li Bai
8. Zaqu (Example: My concubine is a silkworm wife)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Yi Lee
9. Solitary pine articles (such as silkworm, moon, mulberry and Julia)
Dynasty: Tang author:
10. Nine satirical poems (such as "The Red Silkworm is Dying")
Dynasty: Tang Author: Lu Guimeng
1 1. He's a brilliant actress (for example, the spring silkworm market is blooming everywhere).
Dynasty: Tang Author: Mei Niang
12. The word "poor woman" comes from great-uncle bamboo slips (for example, silkworm women are not diligent)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Meng Jiao
13. Spring outing (such as warm ice silkworm with brocade robe)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Mou Rong
14. Ruchuanxing (for example, pink silkworm is busy with the moon)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Ouyang Zhan
15. If you are ill, you should answer Liu Daochang (for example, Silkworm with White Dew has silk)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Qian Qi
16. sigh (for example, spring silkworms don't cocoon)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Shao Ye
17. Silkworm female (example: sericulture first raises mulberry)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Sima Cha
18. Oracle Bone Inscriptions the Spider (Example: Silkworm Spinning)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Su Zheng
19. Mulberry pickers (such as spring breeze blowing silkworms as thin as ants)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Tang
20. Twelve melancholy poems (e.g., Eight Silkworms, Thin Birds, Yuanyang Seven)
Dynasty: Tang author:
2 1. Silkworm cluster (for example, silkworms want to be old)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Wang Jian
22. Ji people raise silkworms (for example, a housewife who used to laugh at silkworms)
Dynasty: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
23. Wild silkworm (for example, wild silkworm eats green mulberry)
Dynasty: Tang author:
24. Silk weaving words (for example, last year, silkworms hated silk)
Dynasty: Tang author:
25. Bodhisattva Xia (such as the silkworm in the yard who wants to sleep in the spring)
Dynasty: Song Author: Lu You
26. It's like dreaming (for example, my concubine is like a silkworm).
Dynasty: Song Author: Wang
27. Silkworm girl sings (for example, Zi Gui sings at four o'clock)
Dynasty: Song Author:
28. Silkworm wife (Example: went to town yesterday)
Dynasty: Song Author: Zhang Yu
29. pick mulberry seeds (for example, spring silkworms didn't get up until they went to bed last night)
Dynasty: Song Author: Zhao Zifa
30. Huanxisha (for example, the silkworm slept three times and the willow slept twice)
Dynasty: Song Author:
3 1. Fifty partridges in the sky (for example, eight cocoons are sleeping)
Dynasty: Jin Author: Yuan Haowen
32. Long-flowing bamboo words (such as silkworm eggs must be taught to find four sleeps)
Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Huang Xieqing
2. Poems about Silkworm (Tang) Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There is no way to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Silkworm's life-spring silkworm spins silk to death. Now it generally refers to the selfless dedication of teachers, but in ancient times, the same way of thinking meant missing and describing faithful love.
Extended data:
Poems with the title "Untitled" are often seen in ancient or modern poems. They seem to have no titles, but in fact, the feelings expressed by poets are stronger and deeper.
No title is better than a title. The reason why "untitled" is used as the topic is because the author is inconvenient or doesn't want to directly use the topic to reveal the theme of the poem. Such a poem answer often entrusts the author with unspeakable hidden pain, inexplicable feelings, bitter feelings, persistent pursuit and so on. Untitled poems include five-character untitled poems and seven-character untitled poems.
The representative figure of ancient untitled poems is Li Shangyin. Zhang Caitian, an ancient man, once said that it belongs to "untitled poetic style, which originated from Yuxi. Only by using seven methods can this style be tactfully emotional." Zhang Caitian accurately summarized the form and emotion of untitled poems.
3. Modern poems or essays praising silkworms are untitled.
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Modern poetry:
Wake up from the shock of spring thunder
Stick out your head and embrace the sweet new leaves.
Bite hard.
Diligently fill the stomach that has been ill for a winter.
I am like a newly awakened silkworm.
A busy literary forum in the evening.
Swallow one by one greedily
Try to enrich my pale life
Spring silkworms slowly release mulberry leaves.
Turn into beautiful silk
I also slowly put what I have learned
Condense into beautiful poems
This process is very happy.
This process is full of difficulties.
But as long as you survive the struggle of pupae,
There is hope to realize the dream of flying.
4. Modern poems or essays praising silkworms, 1, your work is today, but you are building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty, a cultivator of beauty.
5. How to write "Wings of the Silkworm Flower Club" in the modern poem of "Silkworm Flower Club" is not very real, just like the vagaries of life. Every soul begins its life with a stranger, and a heart learns to perceive it.
Love is like a poem, which is read with the most beautiful voice and never stops, making people feel unreal, unreal and not very real. My own name, the first finger of acacia, a life, many stories of joys and sorrows, the first time and my life.
If people are infatuated, their hearts are easily hurt. Accounting is more about gains and losses, and there are often losses. Such cruelty will always become a reality, making people even more puzzled and lovesick. When the soul is dim, the world of white and black is night, and the heart is love and white; The heart is a lost black stool that devours everything.
Love is like two poles, which have the essence of night in extreme day and night. It is difficult to gain and lose each other's life and death, and love insists on reincarnation.
6. (Tang Bai) Li Shangyin I have known her for a long time, and I have broken up for a long time.
Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and knives and candles every night will drain the wick. When you look in the mirror at dawn, she sees that her hair clouds are changing, and the serenade will make you feel cold under the comfortable light.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Silkworm's life-spring silkworm spins silk to death.
Now it generally refers to the selfless dedication of teachers, but in ancient times, the same way of thinking meant missing and describing faithful love. Extended data:
Poems with the title "Untitled" are often seen in ancient or modern poems. They seem to have no titles, but in fact, the feelings expressed by poets are stronger and deeper.
No title is better than a title. The reason why "untitled" is used as the topic is because the author is inconvenient or doesn't want to directly use the topic to reveal the theme of the poem. This kind of poetry often entrusts the author with unspeakable hidden pain, inexplicable feelings, bitter feelings, persistent pursuit and so on.
Untitled poems include five-character untitled poems and seven-character untitled poems. The representative figure of ancient untitled poems is Li Shangyin.
Zhang Caitian, an ancient man, once said: "Untitled poetry originated in Yuxi, and this kind of poetry can only be tactfully emotional by using seven methods." Zhang Caitian accurately summarized the form and emotion of untitled poems.
7. The fasting time of Silkworm Poetry was long before I met her, but it was longer after we separated, and the east wind had started and a hundred flowers were blooming.
Spring silkworms can't move forward until they die, and every night candles will cry the wick away. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Silkworm Girl came back from the city yesterday with tears on her face. Luo Qi is not a sericulture man. Qing Author: Jiang Shiquan's Works: Water Tune Song Title: The boat feels like a bird, and all creatures are pitiful.
Tears are similar to those in Qiu Jiang, and less attention is paid to the East. The bride in the building for ten years, the husband in the world for nine years, and the first one flying like a canopy.
In the years of sadness and illness, the mood is separated. Wing Chun Silkworm, Suspicious Xia Yan, Weeping Autumn Insect.
Several times, I saw pearls surrounded by green shade and sat in the east wind with a smile. I heard that I was thin and wore it twice for me.
Study hard for Hongliang. Who knows that thousands of miles, each pair of Yi Deng red.
Time: Southern Song Author: Xin Qiji Works: Partridge Sky (soft branches and broken buds on the stranger) Content: Soft branches and broken buds on the stranger, silkworm eggs have been born in the East. The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.
The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.
Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Yu Works: Silkworm Girl Content: I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wang Wei Works: A farmhouse by the Weihe River Content: The sunset shines on the ruins, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Li Bai's Works: Midnight Song at Four o'clock Content: Lovely Rover of Haruka in the Western Heaven, picking mulberry leaves by the water.
She stretched out her white hand among the green branches, and the golden sunshine dyed her rosy robe red. My silkworm is hungry. I can't stay. Don't stay with your five-horse carriage. I pray.
Year: Han Author: Han Anonymous Works: Sang Content: Southeast corner of sunrise, according to my Qin mansion. Qin has a good daughter who calls herself Luo Fu.
Luo Fu likes raising silkworms and picking mulberry in the south corner of the city. Moss is a cage system and cassia twig is a cage hook.
There is a bun on the head and a bright moon in the ear. Qi is the lower skirt and Qi is the upper skirt.
When Monkey saw Luo Fu, he put it on his shoulder and smoothed his moustache. When the teenager saw Luo Fu, he took off his hat and hung his head.
The tiller forgets to plow, and the hoe forgets to hoe. Angry and resentful, he sat watching Luo Fu.
You come from the south, and five horses stand upright. Your majesty sent officials to ask whose family it was.
Qin has a good daughter who calls herself Luo Fu. Luo Fu geometry a year, twenty is not enough, fifteen is quite enough.
Let you thank Luo Fu, not * * *. Luo Fu's prepositions make you stupid.
The monarch has his wife, and Luo Fu has his husband. Thousands of people ride the east, and the husband is at the top.
What's the use of knowing your husband? A white horse is a descendant of a pony. Hair tied in ponytail, horsehead covered with gold.
Deer sword, a deer in the waist, can be worth more than 10 million. A petty official in the fifteenth mansion and a doctor in the twentieth dynasty.
Thirty people serve the middle class and forty people serve the city exclusively. People have white skin and many needs.
Ministry of Industry and Service of Ying Ying, Ran Ran and Zhong Chao. There are thousands of people sitting in the room, all of whom say that their husbands are extraordinary.
Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Li Shangyin's works: Untitled content: It was a long time before I met her, and even longer after we separated, the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Silkworm chanting; Like a phoenix, the dragon is unsolved and the economy is all over the world. Eating leaves casually in the forest is suspected to be a drizzle on a spring night
A modern song: after spitting out the last thread of love in your life, you become a cocoon, a pupa and take a short rest. You become a butterfly, emerge from the cocoon, and breed countless kinds of love. The endless love affair, before it can be measured, has become a shining package of powerful people, changing again and again. Nirvana gave birth to the elite in silent dedication.