2. Poems about cocoon
Poems about cocoon 1. Poems about silkworm
Wild silkworm
-Tang Yu
The wild eats the green mulberry, and the silking becomes a cocoon.
it's no use stealing warmth from strangers.
I'd like to balance my hair and turn it into clothes for the cold.
Ode to Silkworm
—— Tang Yigong
Hard work makes cocoons not full, and reeling under the lamp makes me hate longer.
I don't know where I came from, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.
Silkworms Make Cocoons
—— Yuan Wang Mian
The old silkworm wants to make cocoons, but she spins silk beautifully. Careful has changed. Take it as you like. There is practice in the machine, and there is winding for the piano. String with harmony, practice with things. Its merits are not small, and its use is biased? It's hard to send a poem to a silkworm aunt.
—— Tang Wangjian
Silkworms want to be old, and the head of the foil is full of cocoon silk. The field is wide and windy, and wormwood is not burned in the atrium. The silkworm is in a hurry to make it melodious, and has been offering sacrifices to mulberry for you for years. But it doesn't rain in the blue sky, and there are no flies on the ground and no mice under it. The bride worships the cluster and wishes the cocoon to be thick, while the woman sprinkles peach pulp and the man plays drums. Open a foil snow group on the third day, and send the new cocoon to the county magistrate first. I've heard that the village is urging me to weave, and who am I going to wear it with?
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—— Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
2. A poem about silkworms
Song of Silk
—— Bao Linghui in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Spring silkworms should not be old, and they often conceive silk day and night.
there's no need to be exhausted, but there's a time for lingering.
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—— Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Ode to Silkworm
—— Tang Yigong
Hard work makes cocoons not full, and reeling under the lamp makes me hate longer.
I don't know where I came from, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.
3. An ancient poem about praising "cocoon"
gracefu never dies.
a special anniversary. Silkworms don't make cocoons.
hanging silk day and night. Cocoons are picked up in the silkworm garden.
mulberry shoots soft strips. Silkworms begin to cocoon.
lovesickness is a secret for women. [Miscellaneous Songs and Songs Jingzhou Music] (Li Bai) There was a storm at the edge of Baidicheng, and who dared to cross Qutang in May?
When the wheat in Jingzhou is ripe, it becomes a moth. I can't help calling Gu Fei Ming.
Wu silkworm's cocoon winding is still absolutely impossible, and the tiny wisps are dying. Who saves the candle moth, the cocoon entangles itself.
when the silkworm is old, the cocoon is mature. Silkworm calluses can't protect themselves, and bees are hungry and honey ripe.
the wild eats the green mulberry, and the spun silk becomes a cocoon. Mo Yan's cocoon is thin, and he still has a lot of thoughts.
The edge of the red silkworm is withered, and the green cocoon is as big as an urn. I once recruited fishing couples to go down to Qing Xun, and the cocoon was deep with a hammer at the beginning.
[Three Butterflies] (Xu Yin) It's not difficult to fly moths in cocoons, but there are flowers that will pass by. The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at spiders weaving.
Heng Heng both brushed the painting column, and the beautiful woman stole a look again and again. Don't bully your wings to fly short and grow close, it is difficult to try to jump between flowers.
vividness is the key to him, and there are many barren paths in the wild garden. Whoever doesn't know silk and bamboo teaches dance, should rely on the warbler to sing.
4. What are the poems about silkworms
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Author: Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
returning to the pastoral home
(1) (Jin Tao Yuanming)
There is no vulgar rhyme, and the nature loves Qiushan.
fall into the dust net by mistake for thirty years.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the back eaves of Liu Yin elm, in front of Taoli Luotang.
it's warm and distant, and there's smoke in yiyi market.
in the deep lane where dogs bark, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
there is no dust and clutter in the household, and there is leisure in the virtual room.
after being in a cage for a long time, it's back to nature.
a Farm-house on the Wei River
(Don Wang Wei)
in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane.
and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
and the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.
April in the countryside
(Song Weng Juan)
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and
It rains like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and
Silkworms are planted in the fields.
The four seasons are full of pastoral excitement
(Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty)
When you are out in the daytime, you will get a good performance at night, and
The children in the village will take charge of their own affairs.
children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, and
they also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.
Silkworm Wife
(Song Zhang Yu)
Yesterday, she entered the city and
came back with tears in her face.
those who are covered with Luo Qi are not sericulturists.
The Silkworm Lady
(Song Xie Fangde)
When Zi Gui sang the fourth watch,
I began to see that the silkworms were thick and afraid of thin leaves.
I don't believe in the head of the building, Yang Liuyue.
Jade people have never returned from singing and dancing.
5. A poem about silk
Song of Silk
—— Bao Linghui in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Spring silkworms should not be old, and they often wear silk day and night.
there's no need to be exhausted, but there's a time for lingering.
The Wild Silkworm
—— Tang Yu Juan
The wild eats the green mulberry and spins silk into cocoons.
it's no use stealing warmth from strangers.
I'd like to balance my hair and turn it into clothes for the cold.
Ode to Silkworm
—— Tang Yigong
Hard work makes cocoons not full, and reeling under the lamp makes me hate longer.
I don't know where I came from, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.
Spider Satire
Date: Tang Author: Meng Jiao
All kinds are sexual, each with its own nature and nature. Silkworm body and your body, your body is too wrong.
the silkworm is not for itself, and you are not for it. Silk is a garment, while your silk is a snare.
it's useless to help things, but there are more and more harmful things. Although all insects hate each other, what will they do?
Poems about Silkworm Cocoons 1. Poems about Silkworm
Wild Silkworm
-Tang Yu Sui
The wild eats the green mulberry and spins silk into a cocoon.
it's no use stealing warmth from strangers.
I'd like to balance my hair and turn it into clothes for the cold.
Ode to Silkworm
—— Tang Yigong
Hard work makes cocoons not full, and reeling under the lamp makes me hate longer.
I don't know where I came from, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.
Silkworms Make Cocoons
—— Yuan Wang Mian
The old silkworm wants to make cocoons, but she spins silk beautifully. Careful has changed. Take it as you like. There is practice in the machine, and there is winding for the piano. String with harmony, practice with things. Its merits are not small, and its use is biased? It's hard to send a poem to a silkworm aunt.
—— Tang Wangjian
Silkworms want to be old, and the head of the foil is full of cocoon silk. The field is wide and windy, and wormwood is not burned in the atrium. The silkworm is in a hurry to make it melodious, and has been offering sacrifices to mulberry for you for years. But it doesn't rain in the blue sky, and there are no flies on the ground and no mice under it. The bride worships the cluster and wishes the cocoon to be thick, while the woman sprinkles peach pulp and the man plays drums. Open a foil snow group on the third day, and send the new cocoon to the county magistrate first. I've heard that the village is urging me to weave, and who am I going to wear it with?
Untitled
—— Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
2. A poem about silkworms
Song of Silk
—— Bao Linghui in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Spring silkworms should not be old, and they often conceive silk day and night.
there's no need to be exhausted, but there's a time for lingering.
Untitled
—— Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Ode to Silkworm
—— Tang Yigong
Hard work makes cocoons not full, and reeling under the lamp makes me hate longer.
I don't know where I came from, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.
3. An ancient poem about praising "cocoon"
gracefu never dies.
a special anniversary. Silkworms don't make cocoons.
hanging silk day and night. Cocoons are picked up in the silkworm garden.
mulberry shoots soft strips. Silkworms begin to cocoon.
lovesickness is a secret for women. [Miscellaneous Songs and Songs Jingzhou Music] (Li Bai) There was a storm at the edge of Baidicheng, and who dared to cross Qutang in May?
When the wheat in Jingzhou is ripe, it becomes a moth. I can't help calling Gu Fei Ming.
Wu silkworm's cocoon winding is still absolutely impossible, and the wisps are dying. Who saves the candle moth, the cocoon entangles itself.
when the silkworm is old, the cocoon is mature. Silkworm calluses can't protect themselves, and bees are hungry and honey ripe.
the wild eats the green mulberry, and the spun silk becomes a cocoon. Mo Yan's cocoon is thin, and he still has a lot of thoughts.
The edge of the red silkworm is withered, and the green cocoon is as big as an urn. I once recruited fishing couples to go down to Qing Xun, and the cocoon was deep with a hammer at the beginning.
[Three Butterflies] (Xu Yin) It's not difficult to fly moths in cocoons, but there are flowers that will pass by. The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at spiders weaving.
Heng Heng both brushed the painting column, and the beautiful woman stole a look again and again. Don't bully your wings to fly short and grow close, it is difficult to try to jump between flowers.
vividness is the key to him, and there are many barren paths in the wild garden. Whoever doesn't know silk and bamboo teaches dance, should rely on the warbler to sing.
4. An ancient poem about praising "cocoon"
gracefu never dies. A farewell anniversary. Silkworms don't make cocoons. Hanging silk day and night.
picking up fragrant cocoons in the silkworm garden. Mulberry picking soft strips.
silkworms are newly cocooned. Acacia is a secret for women.
[Zaqu Geci Jingzhou Le] (Li Bai)
There was a disturbance at the edge of Baidicheng, who dared to cross Qutang in May? Jingzhou wheat is ripe and cocooned into moths, and there are many clues in reeling. I can't help calling Gu Fei Ming.
Wu silkworm's cocoon winding is still absolutely impossible, and the wisps are dying.
whoever saves the candle moth lives, the cocoon entangles itself.
when the silkworm is old, the cocoon is mature.
the cocoon of a silkworm can't protect itself, and the honey of a bee belongs to others.
the wild eats the green mulberry, and the spun silk becomes a cocoon.
mo Yan's cocoon is thin, and he still has a lot of thoughts.
The edge of the red silkworm is withered, and the green cocoon is as big as an urn.
I once recruited a fishing couple to clear Xun, and the cocoon was as deep as a hammer at the beginning.
[Three Butterflies] (Xu Yin)
It's not difficult to fly moths in cocoons, but there will be flowers everywhere. The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at spiders weaving. Heng Heng both brushed the painting column, and the beautiful woman stole a look again and again. Don't bully your wings to fly short and grow close, it is difficult to try to jump between flowers. Vivid without reason, there are many wild paths in the wild garden. Whoever doesn't know silk and bamboo teaches dance, should rely on the warbler to sing.
5. What are the poems about silkworms
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
returning to the pastoral home
(1) (Jin Tao Yuanming)
There is no vulgar rhyme, and the nature loves Qiushan.
fall into the dust net by mistake for thirty years.
a captive bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the back eaves of Liu Yin elm, in front of Taoli Luotang.
it's warm and distant, and there's smoke in yiyi market.
in the deep lane where dogs bark, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
there is no dust and clutter in the household, and there is leisure in the virtual room.
after being in a cage for a long time, it's back to nature.
a Farm-house on the Wei River
(Don Wang Wei)
in the slant of the sun on the country-side, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane.
and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
and the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.
April in the countryside
(Song Weng Juan)
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and
It rains like smoke in the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and
Silkworms are planted in the fields.
The four seasons are full of pastoral excitement
(Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty)
When you are out in the daytime, you will get a good performance at night, and
The children in the village will take charge of their own affairs.
children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, and
they also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.
Silkworm Wife
(Song Zhang Yu)
Yesterday, she entered the city and
came back with tears in her face.
those who are covered with Luo Qi are not sericulturists.
The Silkworm Lady
(Song Xie Fangde)
When Zi Gui sang the fourth watch,
I began to see that the silkworms were thick and afraid of thin leaves.
I don't believe in the head of the building, Yang Liuyue.
Jade people have never returned from singing and dancing.