What are some verses about silkworms? Ancient poems about silkworms

Untitled: It's hard to say goodbye when you meet.

Author] Li Shangyin [Dynasty] Tang.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Translations. The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part when parting, and it is also the late spring weather when the east wind is about to harvest, and the flowers are gone, which makes people even more sad. The silk is spit out when the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

The woman looks in the mirror in the morning, only worried that her plump sideburns will change color and her youthful face will disappear.

When a man can't sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon invading people. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to pass, and it is impossible to reach. I hope that a messenger like a blue bird will diligently visit my lover for me.

1. "Untitled".

It's hard to say goodbye when you meet.

The east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

2, "Silkworm".

The hard work is not full of baskets, and the reeling of silk under the lamp is longer.

I don't know where to go, but I am greedy for embroidered mandarin ducks on my clothes.

3, "Seven Uniques: Silkworms".

Do not eat grain, oil, vegetarian mulberry, and feed four more frequently.

The heart is clear to the old silk and spit out, weaving the silk and floating in the ocean.

The delicacy of life is Tian Sang, raising obscurity Taoguang in the darkroom.

The silk is splendid, and the wings soar from the wings.

Shame said that the thatched hut was bitter, and ashamed to decorate the Qionglou with the fragrance of wine.

Empty hatred of the hot and cold Ayers, rambling about some small glories.

4, "Seven Uniques: Silkworm (New Rhyme)".

For the retribution. Raising love, at the expense of being cocooned for the rest of his life, the silk spit out three thousand zhang, leaving hundreds of layers of acacia.

5, "Seven Uniques: Spring Silkworm".

The quiet room hotbed is accompanied by a beautiful lady, and Dan's heart is full of mulberry in the garden.

It is difficult to repay the kindness, and I am willing to weave silk clothes and offer wedding clothes.

The classic verses in praise of silkworms are as follows:1. Hugh Dao was born as a cocoon idiot, and the spring breeze butterfly was sleepy for a long time. I knew that I was physically and mentally tired today, how could I be willing to vomit bitterly at the beginning.

2. Drink spring mulberry dew in the morning and smell the fragrance of summer wormwood in the evening. Silk weaves rain rhyme, thread weaves clouds. Don't complain that the red dust is short, but pity the brocade is long. Qingqing knows what I mean, and I don't forget it.

3. The mulberry tree has green leaves in spring, and the moth goes to the farm after passing it. The silkworm cocoon is strong and the silk is bright, and the oil is exhausted, and the lamp is dry and the core is twisted.

4. I don't understand the wind and cold hatred, and the bitter silk is used as a cocoon to protect the heart. Hua Tuo had no choice but to get sick in the shell, and when he broke the spring and returned to feather.

5. When Zisang is doing penance, the splendid text spits out an inch. Who knows if the chrysalis breaks the butterfly and flies high and flutters its wings, turning into mud calluses?

6. The soul is soaring into a ball, and the wisps are hanging in the world. Heaven waits for me to weave cloud brocade, and embroider flowers and smiles with no hands. Self-restraint is not because of ugly appearance, and all fetuses get rid of their own immortals. — Towards the tail wagging silkworm moth music, see the mulberry field March day.

The ancient poems about silkworms include "Silkworm Woman Sigh", "Silkworm Cocoon", "Silkworm Girl", "Silkworm Woman's Words" and so on.

Li Shangyin, "Untitled: It's Difficult to Say Goodbye When We Meet".

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.