1, Yu Shinan's Cicada: Dripping clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Write the shape and feeding habits of cicadas. Cicada perches on high branches, feeds on clear dewdrops, and sings loudly, echoing among trees. Here, "cicada" is personified, and sucking wind and drinking dew has become a symbol of its purity and preciousness.
2. Li Shangyin's cicada: The soul is pure, so you are hungry, and you sing in vain all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Cicada, because of its noble nature, sucks wind and drinks dew, and always has not enough to eat. What's the use even if it cries again? Between the lines reveals the author's deep grievances. "Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees!" Zhuan Xu, on the other hand, is a poet who expresses his feelings about the cold world and human feelings by comparing cicadas with green leaves.
3. Luo's "Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada": Cicada is singing in the west, and the south crown is thinking. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
Cicada is deeper and heavier, so it is difficult to fly high; Because of the strong wind, the loud singing was also buried. Exposed Heavy and Windy are about the sinister environment, while Difficult to Fly and Sound Easy to Sink are about the frustration brought by the sinister environment to the poet's career. The poet felt that he, like this cicada, had no wings to fly and no mouth to argue, and was caught in a sad situation.
Other poems about cicadas
Listen to the cicada: the noise of cicada is chaotic at the beginning of the day, and it will never be heard in the cascade building. Only a few stem-shaped, so the five lakes in the autumn garden are separated by clouds.
Smell cicada: After the rain clears, the mountains are cold and blue. Don't invade the noise of the sun, listen to it in a foreign land. Leave Zhangpu in the lonely pavilion and leave Dongting in the boat. At this time of year, temples will not wither.
Hearing cicadas send Sun Mingfu in the mountains: suddenly listening to new cicadas, the guests feel helpless. Willow trees rise in the west wind, so the country blocks smoke waves. There is little sorrow for the flute, but not much hatred for the ape. I wonder if Tao Jingjie still wants to move.