What poems are there about silence?

1. What are the poems about sound?

"Early Cicada" by Tang Bai Juyi

On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.

In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

"Cockcrow Song" by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty

The sound of cockcrows in the forest at dawn in spring brings a startling sound to the Toad Palace.

The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, the third call is full of smoke and the sea is red.

"Chicken"

Cui Daorong, Tang Dynasty

If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don't have to wait for it to crow.

Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.

"Blowing the Flute"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu

Playing the flute, the wind and the moon are clear in the autumn mountains, who can skillfully make the heartbreaking sound.

The wind is blowing and Lu Xiang is in harmony, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.

Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.

The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?

"Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night/ Hearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night"

Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

Whose jade flute is flying secretly? , dispersed into the spring breeze and filled Luo City.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.

"Listening to the Qin"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Meng Jiao

The gentle rain fell, and the oak leaves rustled. The moon sets in the west of Chaos Peak, and only three or four stars fall.

Suddenly the Qin was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold in the woods across the way. Hearing the sound of the bombs being made, I didn't dare to sit on my pillow and listen.

The candles are returned, the hairpin is straightened, and the atrium is set up in the fountain. The teeth of the fixed-stepping clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark.

The breeze blows through the skirts of clothes, and the sound of the palace sounds is heard. After studying Taoism for thirty years, I have to worry about life and death.

Hearing bombs in one night will make you feel the love of heaven and earth.

"Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge"

The wails of monkeys in Bajiang River echoed in the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty. Wu Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to feel my soul empty. 2. Poems describing sound

1 Bai Juyi: Pipa Play

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water from the quiet spring is flowing down the beach.

The water spring is cold and astringent, the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass, and the sound gradually stops.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

2 Lu Xun's poem "Gift to People" (Part 2): "The Qin girl is tending the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing enthusiastically in the gentle night wind, and the sound of the strings is sharp and sharp, but there is a sound of flying stars. ”

3 Guzheng Poetry

The cicadas couldn’t stop singing in the cold last night.

It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.

Get up and walk around the steps alone.

The people are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame.

Old mountains and old pines and bamboos hinder the return journey.

I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin.

I have few close friends, who will listen when my string breaks?

Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain"

Ming Zheng with golden chestnut pillars,

In front of the jade house with plain hands ,

In order to win Zhou Lang's attention,

he often plays the string by mistake.

Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng"

Playing the Zheng under the north window,

The sound of the clear sound at night is sad.

A high-pitched string is easy to break,

A sad heart is unruly.

Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng"

Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in Duojing,

I want to break the mourning string again and again.

Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain,

The white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.

Call my Shuangfeng Cao,

Send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.

I will sing the spring tune with you,

The woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.

Su Shi's "Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple"

The Qin Zheng plays the most perfect tunes,

The jade pillars play clear music,

The strings are high. The harmony breaks,

the sound continues with the wonderful fingers.

I only hear the sound echoing in my ears,

I would rather know that my face is like jade.

Shen Yue's "Zheng"

The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,

The strings will play the zither in sign language.

The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,

This song is "Ascension to Heaven".

Li Bai's "Spring Journey"

If you live upright and have no thoughts, then Qin Zheng will relapse.

"Listening to the Zheng" by Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon shines in ancient times, and the jade zheng is played by opening the curtain.

Chang Jian's "Playing the Zheng at Night in a High-rise Building"

The precious zither is peeled off and covered with dust, and the brocade tent can be seen disappearing and the painted candles are dim.

Liao Rong's "The Prostitute Retreats from the Palace"

The clear zither is lingering, and the green clouds hang down.

Li Bai's "Viewing the Prostitutes at the South Pavilion of Handan"

Where mourning kites are kept, cherry blossoms are always hanging on the alleys and poplar cliffs.

Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems"

There are still tinsel and kites following after leaving the curtain. After seeing it, I regret that it is too late to recognize it.

Lu Lun's "The banquet gifted Yao Meiren Hou Zheng Song"

The woman's zither is in danger, and her armor is cold and she misses her husband's zither.

Li Shangyin's "Fifty Rhymes of Sending General Qianniu to the Palace"

Qi Se plays Eastern chants, and Qin Xian plays Western accents.

Li Bai's "Ancient Style" No. 54

The breeze is full under Wansong Pavilion, and the sound of Qin's music can be heard at this moment.

Liu Yuxi's "Injuring Qin Mei Xing"

I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty house.

Yuya "Autumn Night"

Bai Juyi has nearly 20 poems mentioning the zheng. In the poem "Zheng", he describes the exquisite performance of a female zheng player: "Cloud Bun" The green is floating, the flowers are beautiful and red, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the fingers are peeling spring onions." In "Zheng", Zhang Kou has two sentences: "The night wind produces blue pillars, and the spring water swallows red strings." The characteristics of the guzheng's timbre are like water. Moreover, Li Duan wrote the story of the Three Kingdoms in "Listening to the Zheng": "The zither is played with golden chestnut pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands. I want to wait for Zhou Lang to pay attention, but I often mistakenly play the string." In the poem, Zhou Yu's proficiency in melodies is presented to people. In front of you.

The bright moon shines on people, and the jade is played by opening the curtain.

The mountains are high and the apes are anxious, but the sky is quiet and the geese are singing.

The song is not over yet, the peak of the east peak has been glowing for half a lifetime.

Ming the zither and golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.

If you want to get Zhou Lang's attention, you always mistakenly play the string.

Pull the strings and push the pillars to listen to the Qin Zheng, and you will hear the infinite sorrow and resentment of the Qin people.

It is like following the spring breeze to know the state of willows, like following the singing of birds to know the mood of flowers.

Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.

In the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings,

I feel dark and humble when I play.

Xian Ning refers to the place where the swallowing sound stops,

There is a thousand-fold affection.

The setting sun shines on the banner, and the horse whistles in the wind (Du Fu later left the fortress)

The big strings are as noisy as the pelting rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

The noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads fell onto the jade plate. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play" 3. What are the poems describing sounds

Village Living Book Joy

Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)

Hongqiao Meishi Xiaoshan Heng , the White Pagoda was born in the spring water of Fanjiang River.

The scent of flowers strikes people and they know it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies piercing the trees welcomes the clear weather.

The wine shop is cheap and the poor are still drunk, and the fields are deep and muddy, and the old people are still plowing.

What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance, and there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years.

2. Night Mooring at Maple Bridge

Zhang Ji (Tang Dynasty)

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple is sleeping with fishing fire.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.

3. Early Cicada

Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.

In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

4. Pipa in Parallel Sequence (Excerpt)

Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle bursts into water and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

5. Rooster Crowing Song

Chen Tao (Tang Dynasty)

The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling sound falls into the toad palace.

The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, the third call is full of smoke and the sea is red.

6. Chicken

Cui Daorong (Tang Dynasty)

If you buy a morning rooster, you will hear the rooster sing, so you don’t have to wait for it to crow.

Deep in the mountains, on a dark, stormy night, I want to cry out as I approach the dawn.

7. Fu De Hanxu

Geng Mao (Tang Dynasty)

Who built you? Why did you sing so early?

It is harmonious with the night rain again, and tourists can feel old listening to it.

8. Playing the flute

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Playing the flute, the wind and moon in the autumn mountains are clear, who can make the sound of heartbreaking.

The wind is blowing, Lu Xiang is harmonious, and the moon is bright in several places near Guanshan.

Hu Qi was able to go north at midnight, while Wu Ling thought of marching south.

The willows in my hometown are falling now, so why should I worry about the end of the song?

9. Luocheng Flute on a Spring Night

Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

The sound of someone’s jade flute floats darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luocheng.

In this nocturne, I heard the willows breaking, who can’t help but feel the love of my hometown!

10. Hearing the Flute

Rong Yu (Tang Dynasty)

When night falls, my thoughts return, and the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

The sad people don’t want to listen, so they come to the pillow.

The wind blows and the clouds break, and the moon closes and opens late at night.

Ping Ming is melancholy alone, and all the plum blossoms in the garden fly away.

11. Yeqin

Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

The Shutong wood is solid in nature and the sound of Chu silk is clear.

Play it slowly and gently, dozens of times late at night.

It is tasteless to the ears, but it is pleasant and has hidden feelings in the heart.

Even if you do it yourself, don’t let anyone listen.

12. Qin in the Wind

Lu Tong (Tang Dynasty)

Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Fu Xi.

A flick of flowing water flicks a flick of the moon, and the water, moon and wind produce pine branches.

13. Listening to the Qin

Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)

The soft rain has stopped, and the oak leaves are rustling.

The moon sets in the west of Chaos Peak, with only three or four stars falling.

Suddenly the harp was being tuned by the stream in front of me, and the music was cold in the woods across the way.

Hearing the sound of the bomb being played, I dare not lie on my pillow to listen.

The candles are returned to the whole hairpin, and the atrium is set up with a spring.

The teeth of the clogs are deep, and the appearance is Zen and the eyes are dark.

The breeze blows through the skirts of clothes, and the sound of palace signs is also heard.

After studying Taoism for thirty years, I will worry about life and death.

In one night of hearing the bomb, I will feel the love of heaven and earth.

14. The sad ape on Ying Road

Huangfu Ran (Tang Dynasty)

Where does the sad ape sound? The third sound on Ying Road.

Far away guests know the autumn dusk, and the empty mountains make the night clearer.

The chirping sound reaches deep into the trees, and the chirping sound enters the lonely city.

Sitting there, my heart and ears are full of feeling, and the feeling is in harmony with the beauty of love.

15. Listening to the Monkey in Wuxia Gorge

Wu Shanghao (Tang Dynasty)

The howl of the monkey in Bajiang River echoes in the passenger boat.

The lonely pillow and broken dreams, the three voices follow the dawn wind.

The clouds are rolling, and the fog and rain are misty.

Wuxia Gorge is so far away from home that I can’t bear to lose my soul.

16. Spring Dawn

Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)

I sleep in spring without waking up, and I hear birds singing everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers I don’t know how much.

17. Children's Fishing

Hu Lingneng (Tang Dynasty)

A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on a strawberry grass.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

18. Entering Ruoye River

Wang Ji (Southern and Northern Dynasties)

Why are there so many boats? The water is empty and long.

The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.

The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.

This is a place where I miss you and I have been traveling there for many years.

19. Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts

Fan Zhongyan (Song Dynasty)

The scenery is different when autumn comes under the barrier, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.

There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed.

A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.

The ground is covered with frost, the Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. 4. What are the poems that describe sounds?

Li Ping's Konghou Yin

Li He

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Nvwa practices stone repairing the sky, and the stone breaks the sky and makes Qiu Yu startled.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi leans against a beautiful tree without eyes, and flies away with wet cold rabbits at an angle with his bare feet.

Listen to Master Ying playing the piano

Han Yu

Talk to your children affectionately, and you will share your grudges and grudges.

Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.

Floating clouds and catkins have no roots,

The sky and the earth are vast and far away.

A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a lone phoenix was seen.

If you are too high to reach a certain level, you will lose your strength and plummet.

I have two ears, but I don’t know how to listen to silk bamboo.

After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside.

Pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears.

You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines!

Pipa Play (Excerpt)

Bai Juyi

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The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.

The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring.

The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass through the sound.

Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle breaks and water slurries burst out; the cavalry protrudes and screams with swords and guns.

At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.

Do these count? 5. Poems describing sounds

Lu Xun's "Giving to People" (Part 2)

The Qin girl is handling the jade instrument, and Liang Chen is dancing enthusiastically. The night breeze is gentle,

For a moment, the sound of the ice string is dead, but the sound of the flying stars is seen

Li Duantang's "Listening to the Zheng"

The golden chestnut pillars of the Zheng are sounded,

The jade house with plain hands In the past,

I wanted to get Zhou Lang's attention,

I always struck the string by mistake.

Xiao Gang's "Playing the Zheng" in the Southern Dynasties

Playing the Zheng under the north window,

The sound of the clear sound at night is sad.

A high-pitched string is easy to break,

A sad heart is unruly.

"Playing the Zheng in Ganlu Temple" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Playing the Divine Comedy upstairs in many scenes,

I want to cut off the mourning strings again and again.

Concubine Jiang went out to listen to the mist and rain,

The white waves turned over and moved the floating jade.

Call my Shuangfeng Cao,

Send him as the Three Gorges Orphan.

I will sing the spring tune with you,

The woodpeckers will fly to the frost trees.

Shen Yue's "Zheng" in the Southern Dynasties

The Qin Zheng plays the absolute tune,

The jade pillars sing the clear music,

The strings are high The harmony breaks,

the sound continues with the wonderful fingers.

I only hear the sound echoing in my ears,

I would rather know that my face is like jade.

Li Bai's "Spring Journey" of the Tang Dynasty

The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window,

The strings are played in sign language and the zither is played.

The spring breeze blows off the king's ears,

This song is "Ascension to Heaven".

[Tang Dynasty] Li He, Li Ping, Konghou Yin

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

"Pipa Tour" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.

(Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa playing on the water. The host forgot about the guests and did not say anything. Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa? The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet, add wine, turn on the lights, and resume the banquet. . After calling for a long time, he still held the pipa half-covered. He plucked the strings three or two times before the tune was formed. There are infinite things in my heart. It is played lightly and slowly, and then it is played in "Liu Yao" after "Nishang". The orioles are whispering at the bottom of the flower, and the spring is flowing under the ice. The ice spring is so cold that the sound cannot pass through. There is no sadness and sadness at this time. The sound of the silver bottle bursts. , the cavalry screams with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the four strings sound like cracking silk. The boats in the east and west are silent, only the white moon is seen in the middle of the river)

While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. [Xia Ma (há ma) Ling] Thirteen learned the pipa and became the first in the class. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so the color came to me in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the house, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.

I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. There are no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing".

I feel like I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.

The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again.

Who among the audience cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.

6. Poems about sound

Early Cicada by Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the river-headed cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

The pipa line is prefaced by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.

Rooster Crying Song of Tang Dynasty and Chen Tao--The sound of rooster sounds in the forest at dawn in spring, and a startling cry falls to the Toad Palace. The second call breaks the dream on the pillow, and the third call breaks the sea of ????passersby.

Cui Daorong of the Chicken Tang Dynasty - On a dark and stormy night in the deep mountains, I want to cry out near the dawn.

The cold cicada Tang Gengmao was given - Who created you? How early did you sing?

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty plays the flute - the wind and moonlight in the autumn mountains are clear when the flute is played, who can skillfully make the sound of heartbreaking.

Luo City Flute Tang Li Bai on a spring night - the sound of someone's jade flute flying darkly spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the flute Tang Rongyu - I miss you so much at night, the clear sound of the flute makes me sadder.

Yeqin Tang Bai Juyi - Shutong wood is solid in nature and Chu silk has clear rhyme. Play it slowly and slowly, dozens of times late at night.

Tang Lutong's Qin in the Wind - Thirteen emblems of five tones and six rhythms, the dragon sings and the crane sounds, thinking of Pa Xi.

Listening to Qin Tang Meng Jiao - the soft rain has fallen, and the oak leaves are turning.

The sad ape in Ying Road, Emperor Fu Ran of the Tang Dynasty, chirped deeply among the trees, chirping into the lonely city.

Listening to the Monkeys in Wu Gorge by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty - The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, and the sound echoed into the passenger boats. The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.

There are audio descriptions:

Early Cicada by Tang Bai Juyi - On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.