Original text:
The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.
Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind.
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 the chirping of insects; A burst of coolness came. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature.
2. Song of the Fortress Don Wang Changling
Original text:
The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn.
After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.
Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.
Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
When cicadas are singing in the lonely mulberry forest, the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp and cold in autumn. After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were full of yellow reeds lying on the ground. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust. Don't imitate the ranger who thinks he is brave and doesn't care about his own life, and praise the purple horse beyond the ordinary.
3, "Four Seasons Reading Music" Yuan-Weng Sen
Original text:
Xiuzhu pressed the eaves of mulberry trees around, and the study was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.
Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night.
Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.
The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind.
Newly grown bamboo hangs under the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house. My little study room is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains.
Just because I have always known the pleasure of reading, I lie leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the ancient Xi era. Reading is fun, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the lyre.
4, "Smelling Cicada" Song-You Jiuyan
Original text:
Quiet, the mountain is dark, and the garden needs to be built.
Cicada chirps deep in the tree, and the sunset outside the forest is sparse.
Slowly, the hillside became dark and the door of the old garden was ajar. Cicada on the old tree began to sing, and the sun outside the forest began to set.
5, "Cicada" Tang-Yu Shinan
Original text:
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on 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 high branches, the swarm can be proud. Without the help of autumn wind, the sound is still far away.
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