The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
"Wang Cun" (Song) Han Wei
There are few stars in the sky, and the wild wind is clear.
Father Tian went out to watch, and the jackdaws barked around the house.
Since then, sericulture has its own camp on the farm.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I hide Mao Heng in my daily banquet.
Distance across the road (Song Dynasty) Chen Zongyuan
Silkworm rearing is over, and the old farmer is diligent.
The bridge breaks the rain of decadence, and the mountain buries half a ridge of clouds.
Komatsu wears away the stone, and wild water falls into the field.
Maodian pours wine, which is also paper.