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! .
Su Shi of Huanxisha [Song]
Hemp leaves are layered with light. Who cooks silkworm incense in the village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, I asked when the bean leaves were yellow.
Silkworms in Bodhisattva Small Courtyard are eager to travel in the old age [Song Dynasty].
Silkworms in small yards want to get old in spring sleep. The new nest is like a flower.
Dream of the west of Jincheng. Haitang is still the same.
It was sloppy at that time. Give me back Cao Wu.
After the topic, cherish spring poems. Add sideburns to the mirror.
Partridge sky white bamboo new robe becomes tender and cool [Song] Xin Qiji
Bai Zhu's new robe is tender and cold. Spring erodes the cloister surrounded by leaves.
Yumen has approved the peach blossom wave, and the Moon Palace collects cinnamon first.
Peng Beihai, Phoenix Chaoyang. A book and a sword, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan.
I will go to Qingyun on this day next year, but I am helping others with a smile.
Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity [Song] Fan Chengda
At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green.
It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.
Fisherman's Pride April Fang Jing [Song] Ouyang Xiu
In April, Fang Lin was very quiet. Green leaves are everywhere and plums are small. Why in South Mocesan? Striving for novelty, talking and laughing. Silk is all silkworms of Lao Wu.
Half awake and half asleep. The wrinkled leather warbler speaks quickly. Aroused this feeling. Take a break and have a look. At the top of the building, there is grass everywhere.
A farmhouse on the Wei River [Tang] Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, 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! .
Rain over the mountain village [Tang] Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Silkworm wife [Song] Zhang Yu
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
Delineate Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan [Song Yan]
Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan, floret Dang.
I remember the day when I was building in spring.
Write to the red window in front of jathyapple. Who should send Lian Xiao?
Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering.
How much hatred can a green temple bring,
It is better to break a string than to be heartless. This year is older than last year.
Jiao Xing [Song] Wang Anshi
Soft mulberry leaves are all green and thin, and reed-leaf silkworms become dense cocoons.
Talk to the villagers about customs, how to be diligent or hungry.
Caisang girl [Tang] Tang
The spring breeze blows silkworms as thin as ants, and mulberry bud gets a crow's mouth.
Who invaded her daughter in the morning, holding hands and crying 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.
Youlan [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Bao Zhao
Hang the net.
A lonely silkworm spins silk.
Empty and insecure.
Fear and your painting period.
Dai in the mountains [Song]
The wild water is still rising, and the spring thunder begins to ring late.
Idle land is illogical, and sericulture is far away in the mountains.
Life experiences are hot and cold, and friends are half dead.
Only then did I know that a glass of wine is really worth a hundred years.
Tian Jiasan used [Song] Ye Shaoweng.
Because the water in the field is not good for replanting, the family is busy raising silkworms.
When the yellow calf returns, the sedge is wide and the green mulberry leaves are all bamboo ladders.
During the period of thinking about the South Garden, Wang Shanren, Wang Hou and Wang Hou did not reach Meng Haoran.
Shake the boat until tomorrow, and the flower source will be late spring.
In the mountain season, Lin Han recalled Chen Xun.
Last March, the floating cup was filled for ten days.
Sitting and singing, eating and drinking, hating neighbors.
In the evening of Lanting North, the smoke boiled on the shore.
Bathing silkworms meets women, and ai picking is worth you.
Stone walls are in order, and the battlefield is easy to solve the gentry.
The masses can't expect it, so they waste time.
The poor woman's words are from her uncle Jane Meng Jiao.
Silkworm women are not diligent, and there is no spring alone this year. In February, the snow was deep and thousands of people died.
Since the season is retrograde, it is natural and heartless. Look up at the blue sky and fairies, and ride the sea clouds.
Say goodbye to the hard-working land and wander in the boundless expanse.
In addition to the night from Shihu to Tiaoxi, the eighth [Song] Jiang Kui.
It is said that I don't know that the bonfire in the mulberry forest gathers silkworms.
But next year, we will have less work to do, only cutting white shirts for spring wear.
Written by Yu [Song]
Even if I use an official's plan to steal money, I will worry all the way.
Mulberry asked the first cocoon of foil silkworm, and it was autumn to wave sickle wheat on Gansu.
I prefer the wind and thunder to the North Pole, and clouds and rain will drive away the spirit.
From now on, Su Fei's prayers are not empty. I will meet you.
Yu Dafu is ill [modern]
Life and death in middle age are unbearable, and life is not easy to die.
Dramatic pity for sick bones is like an autumn crane, and you spit moss to learn from late silkworms.
The same sadness, and how many people are cynical?
Why not let them wander the rivers and lakes and water flowers to build temples?
Shimenqu [Ming] Wang
Silkworm leaves are empty and green leaves grow in front of the door.
Half-woven lang clothes, half-knotted fishnets.