The poems containing cicada are as follows:
1. "Cicada" Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan.
Original text: Drooping down to drink clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees. The reason for speaking loudly and staying far away is not to borrow the autumn wind.
Vernacular interpretation: The cicada lowers its tassel-like tentacles to suck the clear and sweet dew, and the sound comes from the tall and sparse sycamore branches. The sound of cicadas spreads far and wide because they live in tall trees rather than relying on the autumn wind.
2. "Cicada in Prison" Tang Dynasty: King Luo Bin.
Original text: The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are deep in thought. Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind. No one believes in Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity?
Vernacular interpretation: In late autumn, the cold cicadas outside the Western Wall keep singing, and the sound of the cicadas carries the melancholy of me, a prisoner, into the distance. How could I bear to endure the good years when Xuan Huan was in his prime, reciting such sad lines as Bai Tou Yin alone. The heavy exposed wings are so thin that they are about to fly, but they cannot keep their fragrance despite how hot and cold the world is. It is windy, loud, and easy to sink. No one knows that I am as clean and honest as an autumn cicada. Who can express my pure and pure heart?
3. "Cicada" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.
Original text: It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound. At five o'clock in the morning, I want to break up, and the green trees are ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened. Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will clean up my whole family.
Vernacular interpretation: You live on a high branch so it is difficult to fill your stomach, and your lamentations and hatred are in vain when no one cares. After the fifth watch, the distant sounds have almost disappeared, and the green trees are still as emotionless as ever. My humble official position is like a drifting peach stem, and my homeland has long been barren and weeds have long since grown flat. Your tweets can remind me that I am as poor as the water that washes my whole family.
4. "Huanxisha·Cicadas in the West Wind on the Lake at Dusk" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu.
Original text: The westerly wind blows at dusk on the lake. The clear dew at night wets the red lotus. I will stay for a long time and return to ride on horseback to celebrate the singing feast. ?Don’t say goodbye to marigold wine. When entering the court, you must be near the smoke of the jade furnace. I don’t know when the reunion will be.
Vernacular interpretation: The setting sun is shining slantingly in the evening, the breeze is blowing across the lake, and the cicadas are chirping non-stop. As night falls, drops of clear dew dot the red lotuses, which is really lovely. After staying for a while, he rode on horseback and rushed to the banquet that was about to begin. Please don't refuse the parting wine, let us drink it happily. Entering the imperial court and becoming an official is like being close to the incense in a jade furnace, which makes people feel happy. It's just that they have been separated for now and don't know when they can get together again.