In Chinese poetry, what are the poems about silkworms?

Untitled [Tang] Li Shangyin

It is hard to say goodbye when we meet each other, the east wind is powerless and hundreds of flowers are left.

The silk worm is not exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry up.

The mirror in the morning, but worried about the cloud sideburns change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold.

There are no more roads to Pengshan, but the green birds are eager to visit.

Runxi Sha [Song] Su Shi

The layers of hemp leaves and the light of the Indian hemp leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I asked when the bean leaves would turn yellow.

Bodhisattva Barbarian - Silkworms Sleeping in the Small Courtyard Want to Grow Old in Spring [Song] Lu You

Silkworms Sleeping in the Small Courtyard Want to Grow Old in Spring. The new nests of the swallows are like sweeping flowers.

Dreams of the west of the city. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

The year is really grassy. I have been a guest at the same place for a long time.

The poem of spring is finished. I've added hair on my temples in the mirror.

Partridge Sky - White Ramie and New Robe in Tenderness [Song] Xin Qiji

White Ramie and New Robe in Tenderness [Song] Xin Qiji

White Ramie and New Robe in Tenderness. The spring silkworms are eating the leaves and ringing in the corridor.

Yumen has already allowed the peach blossom waves, and the moon palace has received the fragrance of cinnamon first.

The roc is in the north sea, the phoenix is in the sunrise. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

Next year, this day, the green clouds to go, but laugh at the earth, the son of busy.

Song] Fan Chengda

Willow blossom deep alley afternoon rooster sound, mulberry leaves tip new green not yet.

There is nothing to do when you are sitting in bed, but to watch the silkworms grow in the sunny day.

Fisherman's Pride-April Forest [Song] Ouyang Xiu

April forest is quiet. The first time I saw it, it was a little bit of a long time ago, but it's a little bit of a long time ago. The south path of the mulberry tree is very quiet. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The oldest silkworm in the world is a messy silk.

The last night's wine is half-awake and new sleep. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money and a good deal of money. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

Weichuan Tianjia [Tang] Wang Wei

The slanting sun shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.

Pheasant crowing of wheat seedlings, silkworms sleeping on mulberry leaves.

The farmer's hoe is here, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.

This is the first time I've ever envied the idleness of the world, and I've been disappointed to hear the words of a man who has never seen the light of day.

Raining over a mountain village [Tang] Wang Jian

The chickens are crowing in the rain, and there are one or two houses in the village, and the boardwalk is slanting in the village road of Zhuxi.

Women and nuns call each other to bathe in silkworms, idly watching the gardenias in the courtyard.

The Silkworm Woman [Song] Zhang Yu

Yesterday I went to the city, and I came back with tears on my face.

The one who is covered with silk is not a silkworm breeder.

Broken Formation - Under the Willow Songs and Songs in the Courtyard [Song] Yan Qidao

The Willow Songs and Songs in the Courtyard, and the Sisters' Swing in the Flower Room.

Remember what happened on that day in the spring building,

Write to the red window before the night moon. I'm not sure who I'm sending this to.

The reddish-red wax is not easy to accompany the tears, Wu silkworms to the lingering.

How much hatred can the green temples provide,

It is not willing to be merciless than the broken string. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this.

Suburbia [Song] Wang Anshi

The soft mulberry is picked up green shade thin, reed foil silkworms into dense cocoon fat.

It is a good idea to ask the village families about their customs, how hardworking they are and how hungry they are.

The Mulberry Woman [Tang] Tang Yanqian

The spring breeze blows the silkworms as thin as ants, and the mulberry buds have only just reached the mouths of the green crows.

Who is the woman who visits the silkworms in the morning, holding her hand on a long strip of cloth and weeping like a rainbow?

This is the first time I've been to bed in the past year, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to put the leaves back in this year's spring.

It's a sad day when I hear that the official is collecting new silk in February.

Orchid [North and South Dynasties] Baozhao

The tiny tiny octopus hanging net.

Silkworms are making silk.

The empty shame of not being confident.

I am afraid to paint with you.

In the mountains [Song] Dai Biao Yuan

The wild water still rises in the clear, and the spring thunder begins to sound in the evening.

There are no beacons on the ground, and there are silkworms in the distant mountains.

This is the first time I've been to a place where I've had the opportunity to meet people who have been through the summer and the winter.

A glass of wine is better than a hundred years of fame.

The Three Songs of Tianjia [Song] Ye Shaoweng

The fields are heavily planted because of water damage, and the households are busy with silkworms.

The yellow calf has returned to the grass, and the green mulberry has picked up the bamboo ladder.

The last six days of the Jiannan Garden period Wang Shanren Chen seven gentlemen do not come [Tang] Meng Haoran

Rocking boat waiting for the bright hair, the flower source to get the late spring.

It was in the mountains that I remembered Qi Ji, and in the mountains that I remembered Xun Chen.

This is the first time I've been to a place where I've seen a lot of people who have been in the same boat for a long time.

There is no need to sit and sing, and there is no neighbor to enjoy the music.

The day is late at the Lanting North, the smoke opens up on the waterfront.

Bath silkworms and beautiful girls, and picking wormwood.

The stone wall can be inscribed with a preface, and the sand field is a good place to solve the gentleman.

It is a waste of time to throw away this morning.

The word "poor woman" is sent to my uncle's ancestor Jane [Tang] Meng Jiao

The silkworm woman is not hardworking, but there is no spring this year. The month of February is filled with snow and ice, and the trees are dead.

The seasons have been going against the grain, but the world is not kind. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.

Farewell forever to the field of labor and suffering, floating in the air and swimming in the boundless.

New Year's Eve from the Stone Lake to Campsis Eight [Song] Jiang Kui

Mulberry bonfires, but the silkworms, the terroir and I do not know.

But next year there will be less work to do, and I will only cut white clothes for spring shirts.

Joyful Rain [Song] Zeng Gong

Once in a while, I have to steal money from an official, but then I have to worry about a thousand miles of people.

The silkworms are now in their first cocoons, and the wheat is already in the fall on the Longshang.

We are glad to see the wind and thunder at the North Pole, and we will drive the clouds and rain out of Lingchu.

From now on, the peas and millet are not false prayers, meet with ou rustic fruits full of bonfires.

Written in the midst of illness [Modern] Yu Dafu

Life and death in the middle age two unbearable, life is not easy to die is not sweet;

The pity of the sick bone like the autumn crane, still spit out the silk to learn the late silk worm.

The same sad, sad life, how many people are angry with the world for the sake of talk?

Why do you want to go to the rivers and lakes and water the peach blossoms?

Shimen Qu [Ming] Wang Zhideng

Silkworms into mulberry leaves empty, in front of the door of the green merit long.

Half of the weaver's clothes, half of the knot fishnet.