Ancient poems about mulberries

1. The mulberry trees have not yet fallen, and their leaves are as thick as silk, and they are whining like doves, and there is no food for the mulberries.

2. The yellow chestnuts are singing and the mulberries are beautiful, and the purple cherries are ripe and the wheat is cool in the wind. Zhu Lun was ashamed of his love in the past, and his white head came back like his hometown.

3. Millet seedlings invade the wild paths, and mulberry trees pollute the leisurely courtyards.

4. The rice seedlings are under the green egrets, and the mulberries are rotten and the purple oriole is singing.

5. When bees leave the house, cherries bloom, and mulberries crow in the village.