Cicada's life is only three months, even less, but he will be born in the soil 17 years. He never complained, but cherished life more, and resounded through the summer with the loudest voice, making the earth feel its existence. No matter how short life is, it is better to live every day well and leave the world with the most precious memories.
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Ancient poems about cicadas;
A political prisoner is listening to a parallel sequence of cicadas.
I'm forbidden to go to the west of the wall, which is also a matter for the Dharma Hall. Although we know about it, we are familiar with it, but we know about it, that is, Gan Tang of Zhou. Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it.
When people's hearts are different from those of others, they will be sad because of the sound of insects. Hehe, the voice is moving, and the virtue is like a sage. Therefore, it is a noble act of a gentleman and a talented person to lead an honest and clean life, shed his skin and have the spirit of a fairy capital.
At that time, the number of yin and yang should be changed and stored by machine. Open your eyes, don't be confused by the Tao, thin and winged, it's true. Singing the cool breeze of Shu Qiao, full of charm, and drinking the dew of autumn, why are you afraid of others?
It's hard for a servant to get lost, but it's a shame to lose. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off. Only when I heard the sound of flies flowing did I know that the replay was over, and I saw that my feelings should move with things, mourning for the weak feathers, giving people the way and sympathizing with the loneliness of the rest of the voices. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.
Translate the parallel order of a political prisoner listening to cicadas;
Outside the west wall of my cell, there is a court to hear cases, like an ancient pagoda tree rosary. Although we can see that they are full of vitality, just like the locust tree seen by Yin Zhongwen in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the hearing court is here, just like the Zhou Dynasty called Bo Xunxing to judge the case under the Tang tree. Every evening, when the sun sets, Qiu Chan sings, making a quiet sound, more sad than before.
Is it because the mood is different from before, or is the insect singing sadder than before? Alas, cicadas are moving enough to be as virtuous as sages. So its honesty and frugality can be said to be the noble character of a gentleman. After molting, it has a wonderful posture of eclosion in fairyland.
Waiting for the season to come, following the laws of nature and adapting to seasonal changes are the key to hiding. If you have eyes, you will widen your eyes, not because the road is dark, but because you have wings, you will fly high, but you will be happy, not because of secularity and reality. Singing in the wind on a tall tree, the posture and rhythm are really beautiful. Drinking dew under the late autumn sky, afraid of being known.
My situation is very miserable, and I suffer greatly from it. Even if you are not sad, you always blame yourself, like a withered leaf. When I heard the cicada singing, I thought I had avenged the throne. I felt sorry for my depraved situation like a little Qiu Chan. Let everyone know and pity the loneliness of other voices. This is not a formal article, just a chat to relieve anxiety.