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, you can sing when you take advantage of it. 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.
2. What are the ancient poems describing the cicada singing in summer? 1, where the bamboo trees are crowded with insects, sometimes it is cool, not the wind.
"Chasing the cool on a summer night" 2 The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night. The cool night breeze seemed to spread to the distant cicada.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" is not invading the noise of the sun, and is listening to it in a foreign land. -The Five Dynasties Chu Liu Zhaoyu's "Smelling Cicada" 3, 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" 4, the door willow is not even wild, and it is early to smell.
Visitors have no fixed place, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 5. Early Cicada hugs fragrant Sophora leaves alone, making noise to the setting sun for autumn.
I am also urged to be old by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears. You have to have a green hill and a white head if you don't have a high rhyme.
-"Early Cicada" 6, and tonight in the chilling sunset-wind, a cicada, singing, weighs on my heart. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Qin Zhong sends people far away" 7. When I hear the sorrow, I will listen to my hometown.
The new cicada sounds on the Wei river, and it sounds similar to Hun first. -Who listens to Hengmen? In the Sophora japonica at sunset.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Cicada" 8. The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at the beginning, and the small corner wants to be slightly clear. The old country has traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicadas suddenly sound.
-"Smell the cicada" 9. The sound of mangrove cicadas is full of sunset, and the bald heads send each other sorrow and hurt each other. -Tang Yuan Zhen's "Send Lu Shi" is expected to be adopted.
3. 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!
4. What are the poems describing Xia Chan 1, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night-Song Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Nights in the Yellow Sand Road.
2, chilling, the long pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest-Song Liuyong's "Yulinling Chilling"
3. There is no cicada at first, and a hundred feet of high water meets the sky-Frost Moon by Tang Shangyin.
4, to catch cicadas, suddenly silent-Qing Yuan Mei's "See"
5. The cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonamiyama is more secluded —— Entering Ruoyexi by Wang Ji in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
6, the sparrow knows the swan, The Story Of Diu Sim Yuan goes out for a ride-Song Qiji's "Breaking the Array, Throwing the Land, Liu Lang Yudou"
7, by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind-Don Wang Wei's a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di
8, West Land cicada singing, bid me to be resolute here in my cell-Tang Luobin Wang's "Chant/a political prisoner listening to a cicada"
9. The birds are under the green weeds in the Qin Yuan Xi, and the cicadas are singing in the yellow leaves in the Han Palace Autumn —— Tang Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Night View/West Gate"
10, Green Huai Gao Liu Yan Xin Chan-Song Su Shi's Ruan Langgui Early Summer
1 1, the west wind on the lake is rushing to dusk-Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha West Wind on the Lake is rushing to dusk cicada"
12, the setting sun is ruthless and the most affectionate, urging all trees to sing at dusk-Song Yang Wanli's "Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn"
13, ten thousand trees are singing cicadas across the bank, and there is a west wind on Leyouyuan Scenic Resort-Leyouyuan Scenic Resort by Tang Shangyin.
14, How can I be willing to go to the clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas-Tang Li Shangyin's "Willow"
15, a small pond littering with cicadas and decaying grass —— Song Su Shi's "Partridge Days, Forest Broken Mountains and Hidden Bamboo Walls"
5. Xia Chan's poetry 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.
6. What are the poems about "On a summer night, cicadas croak and frogs croak" 1.
-Cui Daorong's "Four Songs for Four o'clock Midnight in Yuefu" 2. Frogs croak together in the wild pool, and flies leave the camp to eat. -Lu You's "Early Winter" 3. Frogging is anger, but whistling is not a demon.
-Lu You's "Two Poems of Sitting Alone" 4. Did the frog call the court grass and ask, I don't know the water. -Lu You's "Self-mockery" 5. After the rain, I don't know where the dragon is going, and a pool of grass is full of frogs.
-Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19" 6. The frog crows at dawn all night, just like when fishing with a square mouth. -Han Yu's "Five Penchi Poems" 7. The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night.
-Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Nights in the Yellow Sand Road" 8. Chilling and sorrowful, for Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. -Song Liuyong's "Yulinling" 9. The shepherd boy rides the ox and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
-Qing Yuan Mei's "What I See" 10. The cicada forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, Wang Ji's Entering Ruoyexi 1 1. Cicada singing in the West Land, bid me to be resolute here in my cell.
-Tang Luobin Wang's "Chanting Cicada" 12. Green Huai Gao Liu Yan Xin Cicada. -Song Su Shi's Ruan Langgui Early Summer 13. Thousands of trees are singing cicadas across the shore, and there is a west wind on Leyouyuan Scenic Resort.
-Tang Li Shangyin's Leyouyuan Scenic Resort 14. A small pond littered with cicadas and withered grass. -Song Su Shi's "Partridge Sky, Forest Broken Mountain, Hidden Wall of Bamboo" 15. The silk in the bamboo picks up the net car, and the green cicada alone makes noise.
-Don Li He's Thirteen Poems of the South Garden.
7. The poem "Chanting Cicada" describing the cicada in summer is Luo Binwang.
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think deeply in the south. 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??
Chan Yong Tao
The cicada on the high tree goes into the night clouds, 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 in Chanting Chan
Holding the leaves in the deep forest, taking advantage of the time to sing. How to forget the distant lift, drinking dew has cleared the heart.
Chen Zhengjian's Poems on Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng Yang Wang Jiao.
Autumn geese write about the distant sky, and the willows gather in the garden 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; Long Liu Yang drank up and learned Cai Yong's string.
"beginning of autumn Daily Smells Cicada" Yang Wanli
Old fire makes people want to break their heads, but it makes people worry if they don't call autumn.
Autumn will come when rain comes at night, and cicadas will start to report autumn tonight.
Sick cicada Jia Dao
Sick cicadas can't fly, but they can't fly. The wings can still be thin, and the acid songs are still very clear.
Dew condenses in the abdomen, and dust spots invade the eyes by mistake. Both the yellowbird and the kite bird are harmful to each other.
8. What are the poems describing "cicada" in summer 1, where the bamboo trees are crowded with insects, sometimes it is cool but not the wind. Chasing the cool on a summer night
2. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to make up lightly. -"Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake"
3. The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain with wings. People are worried that the dry rivers and lakes will be dried up, so that heaven is not afraid of the milky way to be dried? The high Kunlun mountains have perennial snow, and the distant Penglai island has the cool and cool. I can not carry the world together to the summer, how can I have the heart to be alone, to roam free? -Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
4, the rain on the wall hangs fine fiber grass, and the wind on the water surface returns to the settlement flowers. -Tang Zhang Yan's "Summer Veteran Lin Ting"
5, a night of rain cool to a dream, send Qiu Lai on the lotus leaf. -"Summer Miscellanies"
6. In the place where the bamboo trees are dense with insects, it is not the wind when it is cool. -"Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"
7, the beautiful scenery candle is more than spring, clear and clear in the summer. -Southern Liang, Wang Monk, Confucianism, "Shi Yan"
8. Come to Liang Shangyan by yourself, and make blind date with gulls in the water. -"Jiangcun"
9. Why hate wheatgrass when it's gone? Summer wood is just lovely. -Song Qin Guan's "March Dark Day"
10, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of four o'clock in June. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
1 1, the green shade is quiet in the day, and the solitary flowers are more than spring. -Don Wei Yingwu's "You Kaiyuan Jing She"
12, the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. -"in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin"
13, there is snow at the height of Kunlun, and it is often cold in the distance of Penglai. -"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
14, the Qingjiang River is full of village streams, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. I have come to Liang Shangyan since I left, and I am close to the gulls in the water. The old wife is using a chess board, the little son is beating the needle to make a hook. As long as some old friends give some money, what do I ask for? -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
15, wheat is cooked in the wind, plum is yellow in the rain. -Northern Zhou Yu Xin's "Feng He Summer Order"
9. What are the poems about Xia Chan? 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. "Early Cicada" Bai Juyi shines on the mountain before the moon rises, 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.
"Smell the cicada on the night of June 3rd" Bai Juyi and Qing Xiang are exposed to the dew, and the willows move well. 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. "Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28th" When Bai Juyi gave a cry, Sophora japonica took 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 see it" Bai Juyi opened his mouth and thought about integrity, 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.
"Listening to Cicada" Zhao Wei's noisy cicada is chaotic at the beginning of the day, and it will never be heard in the string tube 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.
"Smelling Cicada" Du Mu's fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly clear. The old country travels 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.
"Chant" Li Baiyao cleansed his heart from drinking dew, wailing and singing the wind. Before going to the crown side, I was shocked in the leaves first.
"a political prisoner listening to a cicada" Luo Bin Wang Xi Lu cicada singing, 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?.
"The First Smell of Summer Cicada" Wei Yingwu long for the summer heat, but the cicada singing scene has disappeared. When you know where it is, a tall tree invades the cloud.
1, I'm listening in a foreign land. -Chu in the Five Dynasties and Liu Zhaoyu's Smelling Cicada 2, 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" 3, the door willow is not even wild, and at first glance it is early cicada.
Visitors have no fixed place, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 4, when the cicada makes a sound, Sophora japonica takes two branches.
You should only urge me to get old and send it to you. -"Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28" 5. At the beginning of the call, Wanmu has gone west.
Being partial to strangers comes before leaving Saihong. -"Smelling Cicada" 6, Qiu Lai's songs are even more bitter, half swallowed and half gone with the wind.
-("Smell the cicada and send it to Jia Dao") 7. Early cicadas embrace fragrant Sophora leaves alone, making noise to the setting sun to spend the autumn. I am also urged to be old by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears.
You have to have a green hill and a white head if you don't have a high rhyme. -Early Cicada 8, and tonight in the chilling sunset-wind, a cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.
-Meng Haoran's "Qin Zhong sends people far away" 9, drinking He Jie, the charm is longer. There are thousands of trees in the setting sun, and there is nowhere to avoid mantis.
-"Painting the Cicada" 10, the sunset is early and the cicada is anxious, and the guest's heart is more worried. Come to the pillow with a loud voice, and dream of autumn in your hometown.
-"Smell the early cicada" 1 1, once you hear the sadness, you will hear the homesickness. The new cicada sounds on the Wei river, and it sounds similar to Hun first.
-Who listens to Hengmen? In the Sophora japonica at sunset. -Bai Juyi's "Early Cicada" 12, the cicada is like a feather.
Light Wan and low Jiao Wu. Look at the flowers by the aperture, and the bees stick to the floc.
Spring is not allowed. Treasure Zheng idle jade column.
East wind dusk. -"Hanging Wire Fishing" 13, the new cicada suddenly sends the highest branch, and it doesn't feel like listening to it indefinitely.
When a friend comes to say goodbye, he is divided into two kinds of sadness. -"Smell the cicada" 14, 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. -"Smelling Cicada" 15, the cicada of mangrove trees is full of sunset, and the hoary heads send each other sorrow and hurt each other.
-Yuan Zhen's Poems to Send Lu 16, the depressed hostel guests are frightened, and the intermittent monk room is quiet and clear. Excuse me, what did the cicada sound like? People's ancient temples are as loud as two.
-"The Voice of Qiu Chan" 17, cicadas sing in the evening, and the sound is harmonious with Xia Yun. The day will be short and the autumn will be full.
-"Listen to the early cicada song" 18, the new cicada cries all night, and it is separated by a stream. Du Yu is still mixed, so the old friend doesn't smell it.
-"Smell the new cicada and send it to Guiyong".
10. The poem "Chant Chant" describing cicadas in summer. Luo Binwang sang cicadas in the west land, and the southern champions thought 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?? "Cicada" Yong Tao Gao Shu cicadas sound into the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also worrying about you. Every time I have nothing to do with myself, I don't seem to smell the "Chant" when I smell it. Zhu Shouxin is holding the leaves in the deep forest and taking advantage of the time to sing.
How to forget the distant lift, drinking dew has cleared the heart. Chen Zhengjian's poem "Giving Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng Yang Wang Jiaojiao" Qiu Yan wrote a distant sky, and the garden willows gathered 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; Long Liu Yang drank up and learned Cai Yong's string.
"beginning of autumn Daily Smells Cicada" Yang Wanli's old fire makes people want to break their heads, and it makes people worry if they don't get autumn. Autumn will come when rain comes at night, and cicadas will start to report autumn tonight.
"Sick Cicada" Jia Dao's sick cicada can't fly, so he moves in my palm. The wings can still be thin, and the acid songs are still very clear.
Dew condenses in the abdomen, and dust spots invade the eyes by mistake. Both the yellowbird and the kite bird are harmful to each other.