It's not the wind when the bamboo trees are deep and the insects are buzzing. At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night.
Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and trees in the distance, there was a sound of insects chirping; Waves of cool feeling are coming.
However, this is not the wind, perhaps it is the quiet coolness of nature. 2, "The First Song" Tang-Wang Changling Original: cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees, in the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass.
After going out of the frontier, the climate turned cold, and the inside was full of yellow reeds. And the heros come to You and Bing is old with dust and sand.
Learn to boast of the gallant ranger, and boast of the steed of the horse. When cicadas are singing in the lonely mulberry forest, the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp, high in autumn and cold.
After entering the fortress, the climate becomes cold, and the customs inside and outside are full of yellow reeds lying on the ground. Heroes who have come to Shanxi, Hebei Province since ancient times have always been accompanied by dust and yellow sand.
Don't learn from the ranger who thinks he is brave and doesn't care about his life, and he boasts of the purple horse in an extraordinary way. 3, "Four Seasons Reading Music" Yuan-Weng Sen Original: Trimming bamboo and pressing eaves and mulberry around, the small village is quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.
Sing cicadas and trees in the daytime, and fireflies fall into the forest at night. The north window lies high on the emperor couple, only because of the interest in reading.
The joy of reading is endless, and heptachord sings a song to cultivate the wind. Newly-grown bamboo hangs down the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted all around the house.
My little study is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer. After reading the book, listen to the cicada chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling, and fireflies fly into the curtains.
Just because I always knew the pleasure of reading, I lay leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the era of Emperor Xi in ancient times. The pleasure of reading is endless, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with heptachord.
4, "Smell the cicada" Song-You Jiuyan Original: The mountain is dark quietly, so the garden should be covered. The cicadas are deep in the trees, and the sunset outside the forest is sparse.
Slowly, the hillside became dark, and the door of the old garden was half open. The cicada on the old tree began to sing, and the sun outside the forest began to set.
5, "Cicada" Tang-Yu Shinan original: hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicadas are far from the cicada because of the cicada in the high tree, not rely on the autumn wind.
On the bleak phoenix tree, cicadas drink low and clear dew, and the cicada sound is crisp and loud, echoing among the trees. Living on a high branch, you can be proud of the swarm of insects, and the sound is still far away without the help of autumn wind.
2. Poems describing cicada chirping in summer Listen to cicada chirping and read cicada poems.
Cicadas, commonly known as cicadas, are also called grasshopper birds and stinging monkeys. There are more than 3,000 species in the world. In China, scientists have found about 200 species, and according to their growing seasons, they are divided into spring cicada, Xia Chan and Qiu Chan. Spring cicadas sing high and sharp, Xia Chan sings loud, and Qiu Chan's songs sound a little sad. Female cicadas can't sing, so they are called "dumb cicadas". Sarah Juss, an ancient Greek poet, once wrote two very humorous poems about Chanting: How happy cicadas are because they have wives who can't talk.
Although the male cicada is known as a "tireless singer", it sings not with its mouth, but with a pair of horns on its chest and abdomen. This buzzer has an air cavity inside and a castanet outside, and the airflow rushes out of the air cavity, and the castanet and the whole body vibrate, making a sound. Entomologists have found through long-term research that the singing of male cicadas can reflect the change of weather. For example, all the cicadas are singing together, which is good weather, and the cicada singing stops abruptly, indicating that the storm is coming; It's cloudy with cicadas, which means it's going to clear up. Xu Shang, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, clearly stated in his poem "Smelling Cicada": "Nature gives birth to micro-things, and it can always answer the call". Bai Juyi, another great poet in the Tang Dynasty, told people in his poem "Smelling cicadas on the night of June 3rd" that in Suzhou generation, cicadas began to sing at the beginning of June of the lunar calendar every year: "On the third night of the twilight, the new cicadas first sounded."
Cicada larvae live in the soil and suck the roots of plants, while adults suck the juice of plants. However, the ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as noble insects, and many literati wrote many poems about cicadas, or pinned their ideals on them, or alluded to their bumpy and unfortunate life experience. Sima Qian, a great historian of the Han Dynasty, wrote in Historical Records and Biography of Qu Yuan: "In the muddy mud, cicadas slough away from filth and floating dust." Here, cicadas are used as a metaphor to highly praise Qu Yuan's lofty morality and integrity, and he does not go with the flow. Yu Shinan, an old minister of Sui Dynasty, was highly educated and upright, and was retained by Emperor Taizong and Li Shimin. He felt it, and wrote a poem "Chanting Chant": "Dripping the dew and drinking the dew, the sound of sparse tung; The high voice is far away, not by the autumn wind ",which means that as long as you stand tall and clean, you can become famous without any strength." However, Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was full of knowledge and lofty aspirations, but he did not expect to be caught in the middle of the struggle between Niu and Li, and was not reused and was down and out for life. Therefore, after hearing the cicada singing, the cicada's height and purity reminded him of his innocence, so he wrote a poem entitled "Cicada": "pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain; Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!; Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds; I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours ". The poet grasps the characteristics of cicada, writes poems with emotion and writes articles for emotion. The cicada in the poem can be described as the author's own shadow.
Contrary to praising cicada's nobleness, cicada-chanting poems also ridicule cicada's filth. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin each wrote a poem "Cicada". In Lu Guimeng's pen, cicada is a despicable and incompetent generation: "Only rely on the wind to make it work, and all admire Vitamin;" What is the clearness of the abdomen, and the thinness of the double feathers is even less. " In Luo Yin's works, the cicada is a follower of the trend: "The earth is a legacy, and the tone of your voice is the same as yours. The wind is full of dew today, so we should forget when I was turbid. " The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, and strongly satirize and criticize the social corruption and dirty officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty. Luo Binwang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty who served as an adviser, was framed and imprisoned for taking bribes in the third year of Gao Zongyi Feng (AD 678). After hearing the cicada singing, the imprisoned poet associated himself with his own experience, and then sang a poem that also wrote a poem "Chanting Cicada": "The cicada in the West sings, and the guests in the South crown think deeply. Yet it needed the song of those black wings, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart. His flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world. Who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me?? " The poem expresses its feelings through cicadas, reveals the backwardness and sinister of the society at that time, and describes its own political dissatisfaction. The whole poem is apt in analogy, natural in allusion, and full of puns. It expresses feelings and interests in chanting things, from things to people, from people to things, and achieves the realm of integration of things and me.
The cicada is loud and high, and many poets have vividly described it. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Xiao Zifan, a lyricist in the Liang Dynasty, once wrote a poem "The backyard listens to cicadas": "Try to chase the breeze far away, chat with the summer leaves, fly lightly to avoid Chu birds, and drink into Wu Garden." The whole poem is closely related to cicadas, one thing at a time, and the pen and ink are changing, pursuing novelty and novelty. Now, it seems that people can hear Xia Chan's singing and see Xia Chan's activities. Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Cicada": "When you hang down and drink clear dew, you will hear the sparse tung. It's not the autumn wind that keeps you from talking loudly. " On the surface, the whole poem is to rewrite the cicada's sound, but in fact it is more famous than virtuous people, and it does not need external reference. It is obviously a tribute to the beauty of human character, and we can learn some truth from it. Lu Tong, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "The New Cicada": "The spring lingers and the harp sings at first. Changfeng is constantly cutting, still between branches. " In just a few words, the sound of cicadas is vividly described, and the sound of singing is still ringing in people's ears like a flowing spring. Qi Tianle Cicada, written by Wang Yisun, a poet in the Song Dynasty, expresses the sadness of feudal scholars about the ruin of the country and their lack of support in the sound of describing the cicada: "The sick wings frighten the autumn, and the world is withered, and how many degrees does the setting sun disappear?" The aftertaste is more bitter! It' s very sad to hold a clear business. "
In addition, Yong Tao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also wrote a poem "Cicada": "The cicada on the high tree enters the night cloud, not only worrying about me but also worrying about you. When you have nothing to do, you don't seem to smell it every time you smell it. "Zhu Shouxin, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem called" Singing Chan ":"Holding leaves in the deep forest, taking advantage of the time to sing Hui Hui. How to forget the distant lift, and drink the dew to clear the heart? "Chen Zheng, a poet of the Southern Dynasties, accidentally won a poem" Giving Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng Yang Wang Jiaoshi ":"Autumn geese write distant days, and the garden willows gather to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the trees. The wind is high and the sound is urgent, and the tree is close to the sound; Liu Yang drank all the time and learned Cai Yong's strings. "Although these poems are also improvisational and describe cicadas, they have a fresh and unique interest in reading them.
3. Poems about Cicada Li Shangyin
Pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain.
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!.
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds.
I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours.
Bai Juyi, an early cicada
When the moon rises, the mountain shines first, and the wind moves the water first.
It is also like the sound of cicadas, which first enters the ears of idle people.
When you hear the sadness, you will hear the homesickness.
Wei Shang village cicada sound, first listen to muddy similar.
Who's listening at Hengmen? In the Sophora japonica at sunset.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drop, willow good wind.
On the third night of the micro-moon, the new cicada made its first sound.
At first glance, I was worried about the north passengers, and I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.
Wen Xin Chan gave Liu Erba Bai Juyi.
When the cicada makes a sound, Sophora japonica has two branches.
You should only urge me to get old and send it to you.
White happens first, Qingyun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I advise you to open your eyebrows.
Answer the dream and smell the cicada and send Bai Juyi.
Open your mind and think proudly, singing alone before the evening breeze.
People look different from the day before, and cicadas sound like last year.
After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn.
After listening, there is no other way, and acacia is another one.
The wind cicada will ring one day, accompanied by the autumn sound at night.
Hometown guests return home, and walk alone by the water.
The noise is high and the trees are closed, and the pillow is stunned.
There is no one to see, and the dust is full.
Listen to cicada Zhao Wei
The noise of cicadas is chaotic at the beginning of the day, and it will never be heard in the string pipe building.
There are many people who are worried about the number of stems, so the garden is separated by five lakes and clouds in autumn.
Wen chan du mu
The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly clear.
The old country has traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicadas suddenly sound.
Times are still as if, and the days are more distinct.
Do not dare to tilt your ears frequently, only worry about white happens.
Yong chan Li Bai Yao
The pure heart drinks dew from itself, and the sorrow rings and sings the wind at first.
Before going to the crown side, I was shocked in the leaves first.
A political prisoner listening to a cicada Luobinwang
Cicada singing in the West Land, bid me to be resolute here in my cell.
Yet it needed the song of those black wings, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart.
His flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.
Who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me?.
Autumn morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong Qiu Chan Luo Binwang
It's dusk in September and autumn, and a chat is temporarily safe. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make noise and sorrow.
Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadows to decorate dangerous crowns. Self-pity and thin shadows are broken, and cold lin xi blows cold.
I first heard of Xia Chan Wei Yingwu.
The summer heat has not yet passed, and the cicada singing scene has already disappeared. When you know where it is, a tall tree invades the cloud.
When the sound of sorrow meets the decline of teeth, the festival is a stray. I still remember the suburban garden day and have to smell it in the stream.
4. The poem of cicada singing is quieter in the forest, and Tonamiyama is quieter in the west. bid me to be resolute here in my cell, "Between the trees in Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird dies peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) (Nineteen Ancient Poems, Bright Moon and Bright Night) "Singing cicadas with cold sounds, when the flowers bloom in autumn" (Pan Yue's two poems in Heyang County) "Mourning cicadas don't leave a sound, and Cong Yanming glows in the clouds" (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The garden willows are cold for a long time, and the cicadas should be surprised in sequence" (. Maoshu has a lingering sound "(Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle)," The sound of flowing around the cluster of huo, and the rest resounds through Gao Xuan "(Xiao Zifan's Back Hall Listening to Cicada in the Southern Dynasties)," The leaves are exposed in the clear songs, and the branches of the sunset are noisy. Suddenly, the strings are cut off, and the Russian smell pipes are uneven "(Tang Liuyuxi's Reward makes the lonely and the new cicada meet and send it)" The cicada noise forest is getting quieter, and Tonamiyama is even more so. It's still among the branches. "(The New Cicada by Lu Tong in Tang Dynasty)" The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. "(Song Xin Qiji's" Walking in the Yellow Sand Road on the Moon in Xijiang ")" You have to drink the mysterious dew, why don't you quit the high willow cold "(Chen Liu deleted the Poem of Chanting Cicadas in Southern Dynasties)" Drinking dew in He Jie makes you sing longer "(.
5. Poems about Cicada: Cicada Tang Yu Shinan
Hang down and drink clear dew,
The stream resounds out the sparse tung.
Speak from afar,
Not by the autumn wind.
Cicada is the work of Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It is a short poem with a symbolic meaning, and it is also the earliest poem in the Tang Dynasty that chants cicadas. Through the description of the green sound of cicadas, the author further expresses the noble sentiment of the author to lead an honest and clean life.
Li shangyin in chan Tang dynasty
Pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain.
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!.
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds.
I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours.
Cicada is a five-melody poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem first describes the cicada's situation, then jumps directly to his own experience, expressing his feelings directly, and finally returns to the cicada naturally, with a harmonious beginning and ending and coherent meaning. The whole poem starts with a cicada and ends with a cicada, which is closely organized. The description of cicada and the poet's affection are tactfully expressed in a seamless blend and unity, and it is a masterpiece of supporting things and chanting. Poets express their noble character by the cicada's high drinking and dew, which can be described as a typical example of chanting with things.
Bai Juyi in early cicada Tang dynasty
On the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
A rush to decline the color of the temples, and then move the feelings of the hometown.
Qiu Si was born in autumn before the west wind rose.
Recalling the past, I listened to it in the east and under the palace Sophora flowers.
Think infinitely today, and the clouds and trees go around the city.
Late cicada Tang Luyin
Hidden deep in the back of the willow, it can reduce the loneliness and reduce the past.
I am afraid that the traveler's head will not be white, and I will move the tree again and again with a sound.
6. Is there any poem about "cicada" that I first heard about Wei Yingwu in the summer?
The summer heat has not yet passed, and the cicada singing scene has already disappeared. When you know where it is, a tall tree invades the cloud.
When the sound of sorrow meets the decline of teeth, the festival is a stray. I still remember the suburban garden day and have to smell it in the stream.
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Send Yongshou Wang Zanfu to the county (get cicada word) Cen Can.
When an official meets leisure, he will temporarily return to Lin Quan. A hundred miles does not stop, and the two townships and mountains are reunited.
The dew is wet at night, and the wind in the moon scares cicadas. And do the host's wine, so that you can sleep drunk.
7. What are the poems describing the "cicada singing" in summer 1? The birds are green and green, and the cicadas are singing in the autumn.
From the East Building of Xianyang City by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
East building of Xianyang city
Climbing the tall building thousands of nostalgia oil, but in the eyes of the willows like the south of the Yangtze river.
The red sunset in the temple outside the temple court, the wind has not come to the wind has blown the building Xianyang.
The birds fly in the garden at dusk, and cicadas chirp in the leafy trees in late autumn.
Passers - by do not ask the past, only the Wei river as always to the east flow.
translation
Wan Li's homesickness arises spontaneously when he climbs a high-rise building. In his eyes, the water plants and willows are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Red sunset rises from the clouds outside the Temple Pavilion, and the strong wind has blown all over Xianyang Tower before Shan Yu. Birds are flying in the weedy garden at dusk, and cicadas are chirping in the trees with dead leaves and branches in late autumn. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.
2, the setting sun is ruthless and most affectionate, and it reminds thousands of trees to sing.
From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn"
Original poem
Walking in the early autumn nursery
The setting sun is merciless and most affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.
The cicadas seem to be around, but you can't find them, because, when you find it, it seems to know you came, and the cry stopped immediately.
translation
Walking in the garden in early autumn seems heartless, but in fact, it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are singing loudly and desperately during the short time when the sun sets, and the garden is full of cicadas. The cicada's chirping seems to be around, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.
3. Among the trees in Qiu Chan, the mysterious birds died peacefully.
The Bright Moon is Bright and Nightly, which is anonymous in the Han Dynasty.
Original poem
The bright moon shines at night
The bright moon shines at night, promoting the weaving and singing the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
The Millennium is stained with weeds, and the season suddenly changes.
Among the trees in Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully.
Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.
If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a bucket in the south and the north, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.
What good is a false name without a solid stone?
translation
The bright moonlight shines in the night sky, and crickets sing from time to time from the corner in the east. The jade star in the Big Dipper has pointed to Meng Dong, and many stars in the sky are so shining. The crystal dew has been covered with weeds on the ground, and now it's summer to Qiu Lai. Qiu Chan's intermittent chirping came from the branches. I don't know where the swallow is going. In the past, my fellow friends who traveled hand in hand with me have already soared to the heights.
But they don't miss our friendship at all, just like pedestrians abandon footprints and abandon me! Neither Nanjixing nor Big Dipper can be used to hold things and pour wine, nor can Altair be used to pull carts with a yoke! No matter how good a friendship is, it can't be as strong as a rock. What's the use of thinking about the cold world in name only?
4. cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees, in the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass.
It's from "The First Song of the Saigon" by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
The first part of the fortress
Cicadas chirping in the withered mulberry trees, the the location of Xiaoguan pass road in August was crisp and crisp.
After going out of the frontier, the climate turned cold, and the inside was full of yellow reeds.
And the heros come to You and Bing is old with dust and sand.
Learn to boast of the gallant ranger, and boast of the steed of the horse.
translation
The cicadas are singing in the withered mulberry forest, and the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp and high in autumn. After entering the fortress, the climate becomes cold, and the customs inside and outside are full of yellow reeds. Heroes who have come to Shanxi, Hebei Province since ancient times have always been accompanied by dust and yellow sand. Don't learn from the brave ranger who boasted about his steed.
5. I don't know who to talk about, and the cicadas on the river are full of ears.
From Cen Can, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "The Duke of the Old Tour in the Two Provinces with Sadness and Autumn in Guest House"
Original poem
The guest house is sad in autumn and pregnant with two provinces.
Three times as a lang, you will grow old, and once you go out, you will keep five classics and autumn.
Mo Yan's Lord needs no help, and his whole life should not rest.
The years on earth are like running water, and the autumn wind in the guest house is starting again today.
I don't know who to worry about, and cicadas on the river are full of ears.
translation
I have worked as a Langguan for several times, and it has been five years since I came to the county. Don't say that the wise monarch is not appointed, but the people all over the world are worried! Look at the time on earth like running water, and see the autumn wind whizzing in the guest house. I don't know who to talk to when I'm full of worries, but I'm listening to the cicadas on the river!
8. The poem describing cicada, Yu Linling and Liu Yong, is cold and mournful. It's late for the Changting Pavilion. When the shower begins to rest, all the doors are empty, and the party is nostalgic. Lanzhou urges it. Holding hands and looking at tears, it's speechless and choking. When I miss it, it's a thousand miles of smoke, and the twilight is heavy and chutiankuo. Affectionate has been hurt since ancient times, and it's even worse. Where will I wake up tonight? In Yang Liuan, there is a small breeze and a waning moon. After years, it should be a good time and a good scene. There are thousands of customs, so who should I tell! ---------------. That is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gan Tang. Every evening, when the sun shines low, Qiu Chan is sparse, making a quiet sound, and there is a taste. When people are different from each other, they will listen to the insects sadly. When the sound is moving, the Germans will look like sages. Therefore, they will clean their bodies, pay tribute to the noble deeds of gentlemen and talents, shed their skin, and have the spirit of fairy capital emergence. When the time comes, they will come. Drinking the dew of high autumn is clear and frightening to others. It is difficult for a servant to lose his way, but he suffers from a slight emblem. He complains without sorrow, but declines first without shaking. When he hears the flowing sound of a mother-in-law, he realizes that his rehabilitation has been played, and he sees that his feelings are in line with things. He mourns the falling of his weak feathers, and the Tao sends people to know that he is lonely in the rest of his voice. It is not to say that writing and ink replace the melancholy cloud. West Who are the cicadas? Li Shangyin, pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees! yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds I bless you for your true advice, To live as pure a life as yours.--------------------. At dusk, in the flowers of Sophora japonica ..................................................................................................................................................................... ---------------. Advise a few eyebrows ............................................................................................................................................................................ Another love story .............................................................................................................................................................................. Dust is everywhere .............................................................................................................................................................................. The autumn in my hometown is separated by five lakes and clouds. Lu Zhaolin, which contains phoenix cicadas, is in a high mood. It sends the autumn wind in a hurry. It has a unique sense of danger, and it will also fade away.----------------. The new cicada suddenly sounds. Time goes by as if, and the life is more clear. I dare not turn my ears frequently, but worry about nothing.----------------. Before the noise goes out ........................................................... Ten-year-old brother of books and newspapers ...................................................... First, in the leaves ......................................................... To be a fragrant girl is ......................................................... Who listens any more to me?.--------------------. Cold lin xi blows cold.------------------------. I heard it in the stream.----------------------.
9. What are the poems describing "cicada singing" in summer 1, "beginning of autumn Smells Cicada in the Day" Song Yang Wanli's old fire makes people want to break their heads, and it makes people feel sad if they don't call autumn.
Autumn will come when rain comes at night, and cicadas will start to report autumn tonight. 2, "Early Cicada" Tang Bai Juyi On the seventh day of June, Jiangtou Cicada began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. A rush to decline the color of the temples, and then move the feelings of the hometown.
Qiu Si was born in autumn before the west wind rose. Recalling the past, I listened to it in the east and under the palace Sophora flowers.
Think infinitely today, and the clouds and trees go around the city. 3, "Cicada" Song Song Qi's belly is clear and full of dew, and the fairy is far away.
Mink Wen Fan Mi is not my family, so I'm sorry for the crown. 4, "The New Cicada" Song Li Fu was so sick that he was still exposed.
In order to ascend the wooden raft, it will be blown into the clouds. There is a true fairy deed, and there are many winds and trees.
If beauty and yin can be entrusted, you should also know the future trouble. 5, "a political prisoner listening to a cicada and preface" Tang Luobin Wang Xi Lu cicada singing, South Crown guest thinking deeply.
I can't bear the shadow on my temples, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart. His flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.
Who knows if he be singing still?, who's worried about the table?
10. Some poems about cicadas are silent in anticipation of chirping.
Dormant is to fly.
Brewing shouts in silence
Gather strength in the dark
Break ground
Break ground-
I broke ground in thunder.
I changed in the wind and rain.
Sow songs in the sun
Freedom is no longer a dream.
Morning dew and dusk fog are my delicacies.
I fly
I sing.
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cicada
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Style: Five Laws Category: Remembering Things
Pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain.
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!.
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds.
I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours.
cicada
Year: Tang Author: Yu Shinan Style: Five Ancient Dynasties
Chuisui drinks clear dew, and the flow sounds like sparse tung.
Cicadas are far from the cicada because of the cicada in the high tree, not rely on the autumn wind.
A political prisoner listening to a cicada union order
Year: Tang Author: Luo Binwang Genre: Five Laws
I am forbidden to go to the west of the wall, which is also a matter of the law hall. Although the business is known, it is the same as Yin Zhongwen's ancient tree, and the hearing is there, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gan Tang. Every evening, the sun shines low and cloudy, and Qiu Chan draws out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different from those of others, they grieve at the sound of insects. Hehe, the sound is moving, and the Germans are like sages. Therefore, to cleanse one's body, it is a noble deed of a gentleman and a talented person, to shed one's skin, and to have the spirit of a fairy capital. When the time comes, the number of yin and yang should be changed, and the machine should be used for hiding. Open your eyes, don't be confused by Tao, be thin with wings, and be true without vulgarity. Singing the breeze of Qiao Shu, the charm is vertical, drinking the dew of high autumn, and being afraid of others. It's difficult for a servant to lose his way, but it's a shame when he suffers. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, and decline first before shaking down. When I heard the flowing sound of the flies, I realized that the rehabilitation had been played, and I saw that the feelings should follow the things, mourning the falling of the weak feathers, sending people to know the road, and sympathizing with the loneliness of the rest of the sound. It's not writing and ink, instead of worrying and worrying.
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think deeply in the south.
I can't bear the shadow on my temples, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart.
His flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.
Who knows if he be singing still?, who's worried about the table?
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Zhou Mi Genre: Ci
Huai Xun suddenly sent a clear business complaint, vaguely smelling it and resting. Therefore, the garden is deeply worried, and the dangerous string is bitter, and the previous dreams are withered and withered. Say goodbye to the injury. It's a few degrees of setting sun and a few times of waning moon. In an instant, the west wind, a deep hatred to whom to say. Remember the moving shadows lightly, and Cuie should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are sparse and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and earnest. Gradually, the dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. The dew washes away the sadness, and the smoke at dusk is more swallowing.
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Wang Yisun Style: Ci
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat was cold, but also the leaves were dark, and the sorrow was deeply complained. It rained at the west window. It's strange that Yao Pei is empty, and the jade Zheng is tuned. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, so it is still so for whom. Copper fairy lead tears like washing, sighing and carrying the plate away, it is difficult to store zero dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the setting sun disappeared several degrees. The aftertaste is more bitter. I am very lofty, and I am sad. I want to smoke the wind, and the willows are thousands of strands.
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Chou Yuan Style: Ci
Sunset gate lane deserted city song, clear sound early Qiu Shu. Thin clothes, cool temples, drinking the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nai was once sad and sorrowful. There is still a residual sound, suddenly flying over other branches. The past of the Qi Palace is a province, and pedestrians still say that there were women at that time. The rain rested on the empty mountain, and the moon was caged with ancient willows, as if the old place had been heard. It is bitter to leave love. Very lazy to brush the ice notes, tired of playing the piano music. The ground is frosty and red, and the shallow sand seeks to shed its feathers.
Two years into the summer, I heard the new cicada give me a dream
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancient Dynasties
After ten years of parting with you, I often feel the new cicada singing. This year * * * you listen to, in Luoyang city.
Lin Jing is known by noise, but Jing Qing is known by smell. The cool breeze suddenly curled up, and Qiu Si was born in autumn first.
The residual hibiscus lace stands, and the old locust shade descends. Although there is no hatred, I am still in love for many years.
And I'm glad I'm not deaf. I hear this voice every year.
In the long suburbs, the rain is far away, the trees are green, and the new cicadas are suddenly ringing, and the guests are sitting alone for a long time.
Year: Song Author: Kou Zhun
The distant mountains rest in summer rain, and the distant trees are cool.
Even though the railing opens, the new cicada moves Qiu Si.
Shaxi is clean and trickle, and the court wood is surprised and sparse.
Season and climate again, and sorrow, extract.
If Fang is running, the light will not stop.
In the early stage of mourning, who knows what it means at this time.