1. Modern poems about cicadas
Modern poems about cicadas 1. Poems about cicadas
The sound of cicadas is loud and high, and throughout the ages, that " The singing of "Cicada, Cicada" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"The autumn cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the black birds are passing away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night") "The cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the chrysanthemums are shining in the autumn flowers." (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County") "The mourning cicadas leave no sound, and the wild geese chirp in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9, Jiyou Year") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's " "The cicadas sing in tall willows") "The little things created by nature can always sing in response to the call" ("Wearing the Cicadas" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty) "The cicadas in high places have a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi in the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Daozhong") "Flowing" The sound echoes around the bushes, resounding through Gaoxuan" ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches.
Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are heard to be uneven." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicada") "The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountain becomes more secluded with the singing of birds" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream") "The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. It's long. The wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches."
("New Cicada" by Tang Lutong) "The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night" (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon: Walking on the Yellow Sand Road"). ) "If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" ("Poetry on Chanting Cicada" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasty) "How clean will your body be if you drink the dew, and the singing style will be longer" ("Painting Cicada" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicada, The autumn cicadas are not in one place.
The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing bright and bright. The autumn sounds are scattered and disturbing. Contains the sound of death.
..." "It's extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing beside the Golden Gate; the long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew is provided for the morning meal. p> The evening breeze is full of dew, and the high voice of autumn is the only thing that can be seen. I light myself up and cover a few leaves, and hold a branch in my arms
..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about them, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "Looking at things with me, old things all have my color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"). As Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any worries, but it makes people feel heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas").
Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty: "Nowadays, the cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be a stranger to you? I feel that I am old and can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "When I hear it, I feel sad. , and then listen to the new sound of cicadas on the Wei River. Who can listen to it in the locust flowers at dusk? Before the onset of illness, I already feel that the passing of time has entered my ears, as if hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu's Hearing of New Cicadas"); Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze comes at dusk, but hearing the cicadas makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuan") "The Master"), Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and we see each other with sorrow and sadness" ("Send Lu Poems").
Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of clear summer heat will cause the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it is alone." ("Morning Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty: "Don't invade the remaining sun and make noise. "Listening in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada"); Lu Yin of Tang Dynasty: "The slanting light is hidden deep in the back of the tall willows, and I can feel lonely and sad about the past.
I am still afraid that the head of the traveler is not white, and the sound of the tree is flying again and again" ( "Evening Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "It is even more bitter when autumn comes, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing the Cicada to Jia Dao"); Song Liuyong: "The chilling cicada is sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to subside." ( "Rain Lin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas expresses desolation" "Drinking in the School Garden on March 25th".
(3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals or ambitions, or to It is a metaphor for his own rough and unfortunate life experience. The first thing that should be mentioned is of course what is known as the "three unique features" of cicada poetry in the Tang Dynasty: drinking clear dew while sitting down, the sound of flowing trees flowing out.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the Western Land, and the guests in the Southern Crown want to invade.
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 nobleness, who can express his sincerity? ——Wang Luo Bin, "Singing Cicadas in Prison" It is hard to fill up, but it is in vain and hates the sound.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family. ——The three poems "Cicada" by Li Shangyin are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used chanting of cicadas to express their meanings, but their purposes are very different and each is unique in its own way.
Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Maid Poems": "The same chanting cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, and it does not borrow the autumn wind." This is a Tsinghua people's saying; King Luo Bin said, "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind blows", which is the saying of people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of the high altitude, but it's futile and useless", which is different from the saying of Bixing."
Attachment: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicada in Prison" by King Luo Bin. The Yujin Palace, to the west of the forbidden wall, is where the Facao Hall is located. There are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, it is the same as the dead tree of Yin Zhongwen; but the hearing of the lawsuit is here, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo.
Every time the sunset comes and the shadows are low, the cicadas are scattered around, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them.
Is it possible that people's hearts are different from those of the past, and they feel sad when they hear the sound of insects? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.
Therefore, by cleansing one's body, one can show the noble character of a gentleman; by shedding one's skin, one can have the spiritual appearance of becoming an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in time, and examine the opportunities to use them.
If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the dimness of the Tao; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgar thickness obscure your true vision. Singing the breeze of the trees, the charm is heavenly; drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others.
The servant lost his way and was in danger, and he encountered the evil situation. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall.
Hearing the sound of cicadas, he realizes that he has been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, he is afraid of the crisis. I embellished poems based on my feelings to inform all my friends.
The sentiments of common people are echoed by things, and I feel sorry for the falling of weak feathers; the way is known to others, and I feel sorry for the loneliness of the remaining sounds. It's not about writing and ink, it replaces the sorrowful clouds.
(4) Unlike poems about swallows, there are also those who ridicule the filthiness of cicadas in poems about cicadas. The representative work is undoubtedly the "Cicada" poem by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind to make things happen, all relying on willows as the capital. What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers."
Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is made of one thing. Yi, I am in harmony with you. The wind is like this, you should forget the time when it was turbid."
In Lu's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; in Luo's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person. He is a follower of the crowd. The two poems use cicadas to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and dim officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.
(5) The rest are as follows: "The sound of cicadas in the tall trees enters the evening clouds," written by Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty. "I am not only worried about you, but also about you. Whenever I have nothing to do, I seem not to hear it every time I hear it." ("Cicada"), Zhu Shouxin of the Qing Dynasty said, "Hold the leaves in the deep forest, and sing the wisdom of the times.
How can I forget my far-reaching goals, drink the dew to clear my heart" ("Cicada"), also.
2. I am looking for poems about "cicada", ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.
He has a clear vision and does not blindly see it because of his ignorance. A green tree is heartless. He is a Tsinghua man. language.
"(Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night") "If you have to drink Xuantian Dew, how can you say Gao Liuhan" ("Cicada Poetry" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties) "Drinking and exposing one's body "He Jie, the singing style is longer" (Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada" of Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicada, the autumn cicada is not in the same place. Thin willows are flying high in the evening, and poplars are growing brightly and the moon is rising; the sound of autumn is rising in the chaos of the calendar, which is uneven and disturbing.
A single chant is like turning a flute, while the crowd is noisy and imitating the tune of a sheng; the wind drifts and makes a lot of noise, mostly containing the sound of discontinuity. ..." "Listening to the chirping cicadas is extremely sad.
Among the hissing jade trees, the noise echoes beside the Golden Gate; the long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew brings the morning meal. The evening breeze and the morning dew are abundant, and the high autumn calls are only visible.
Lightly cover a few leaves, cry out and embrace a branch. ..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") (2) Cicadas are ignorant.
Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Mai Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is far away, and it does not take advantage of the autumn wind." p>
In Lu Zhi's writing, they are complaining; when they shed their skin, they have the grace of becoming immortals; and when the lawsuit is here, it is the affairs of the Facao Hall, there are several ancient locust trees, and the cicadas are despicable and incompetent. generation; and in Luo's writings, cicada is a follower of the people. The two poems express ambition through cicadas.
The representative work is undoubtedly the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind, being affected by the weather.
Don't feel sad but complain about yourself. Every time you hear it, you don't seem to hear it" ("Cicada"), and it will decline before it falls. Hear the sound of crickets flowing.
Bixing is different. " Attachment.
The breeze sings the trees, the charm is vertical, the sound is quiet and breathy, and there is something to taste and hear; the wings are thin and thin, and they do not change their true nature by being thick as usual. They move the tree again and again and fly with the sound" ( "Late Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty, still among the branches: "A sound of clear summer heat caused the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone." ("Early Cicada").
——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" The three poems are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used cicadas to express their meanings, but their purposes are very different and each is wonderful. Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas fills the sunset in the mangrove trees." ( Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon is frightened by the magpies on the other branches, and the cicadas are chirping in the breeze in the middle of the night: the preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by Luo Binwang, Yu Jinsuo; Tang Meng Haoran.
What's the point of being clear in one's belly? This is a beautiful line about using cicadas to express one's feelings, and each sentence has its own metaphorical sustenance; Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties, who heard the sound of insects in front of him, felt sad and fearful of the crisis and wrote poems about it, so he regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them. Praise it, or use it to express your ideals and ambitions
Although the business can be known, many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad, "When I look at things, they are all old things." "My color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"), the singing of "I know, I know". It enters the desolate ears; Chen Zhengjian, a poet of the Southern Dynasties, "Ode to Autumn Cicadas and Liu Ying Hengyang Wang Jiao's Poems" " "The wind is high and the sound is loud, and the trees are close to the sound.": "Don't invade the sun and listen to it in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada").
Fanjun is the most alarming, aiming to satirize and criticize the late Tang Dynasty. The society is corrupt. It is not about writing and writing to replace the sorrowful clouds.
The servants lost their way and were in danger, and they were sad to each other. "It is sorrow that a person is heartbroken" ("Listening to the Cicada"), and there is a lingering sound in the lush trees" ("Nan'an Road" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty) "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes (1) The sound of the cicada is loud and far-reaching, and has been heard throughout the ages.
As the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli said, I am not only worried about myself but also about you.
(4) It is different from the poem about Yan. Are you still afraid that the traveler’s head will not turn white? I feel that I am one year old, and the music of the piano comes and goes, and the sound resounds throughout the high building." ("Listening to Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear singing of the morning dew leaves, the sad noise of the sunset branches."
Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are mixed." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister to See the New Cicadas") "The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji "Ruruo" "Ye River") "The spring slips into the deep throat, like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu Wen Xinxin Cicada"), which inspires all friends to respond to the common feelings and mourn the falling of weak feathers; Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "The slanting glow on the back of the tall willow is hidden deep. : "The cicadas are mournful, and the willows are the capital."
"The autumn cicadas sing among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" " (Xuanniao: "Autumn comes and sings more bitterly, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing Cicadas Send to Jia Dao"); Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty. The thin eunuch stem is still broad, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo, which can make people feel lonely and sad about the past. "The wind is noisy and easy to sink" is the saying of people in times of need; Li Shangyin's "originally, it is difficult to fill up because of high hardship, but the labor is in vain and hates the waste of sound"; the way is known to others, and I feel pity for the loneliness of the remaining voice: "When I hear the sadness, I hear the nostalgia again.
The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds very similar. Who can listen to it in the locust trees at dusk? ("Morning Cicada"). ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night") "The cicadas chirp with a cold sound. "("Rain Lin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Drinking in the School Garden on March 25th"? Sigh, the sound can move the face, in vain and hateful The sound of the hometown has been settled.
When everyone is safe, the chrysanthemums shine in the autumn flowers." (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County") "The mourning cicadas have no sound, and the wild geese are singing in the sky." Tao Yuanming's "On the 9th day of the ninth month in the year of Jiyou") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the cicadas are startled at the order" (The Sui Dynasty King Youli's "Fu De Gao Willow Singing Cicada") "The micro creatures created by nature can often respond to the call" (Xu Tang, Tang Dynasty) Shang "Smell the Cicada") "The high cicada has a far-reaching rhyme, its double feathers are thin and thin, and the officialdom is dim.
(5) The rest are as follows. The time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; change according to the festival; Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi: "Before the sound of cicadas started to sound, I also cleaned up my whole family, and together with Yin Zhongwen's dead trees, I examined the opportunities for storage.
Every time the sunset is low and the shadows are low, the autumn cicadas are scattered, which can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi. The wind keeps cutting.
(3) Ancient people I mistakenly thought that cicadas make a living by eating wind and drinking dew. Tang Sikong Shu said, “Cicadas are chirping suddenly today.
Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty. "Luo Yin, if you move to a guest for love, there are also those who ridicule the filthiness of cicadas in his poems about cicadas; Luo Binwang's dew is heavy and it is difficult to fly in. He has already felt that the passing of time has passed. It is late in the pavilion and the shower has begun to subside: "At dusk, the cool breeze comes, and I smell it. Cicadas make people sad" ("The Master from Qin Zhong"), or use it to metaphor his own rough and unfortunate life experience.
The first thing that should be mentioned is of course what is known as the "Three Wonders of Cicada Poems in the Tang Dynasty" ": I drank the clear dew, and the sound of the flowing tung trees came out. I kept my voice high and far away, not to borrow the autumn wind.
——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the western continent, and the guests in the southern crown think of invading. Unbearable The shadow on the temples comes to sing to the white head.
It is difficult to fly with heavy dew, and it is easy to sink with the sound of wind. No one believes in nobleness.
- King Luo Bin. Chanting Cicadas in Prison "It is hard to be full, but I have realized the truth. I see the shadow of a praying mantis. I drink the dew in the high autumn, and I am afraid of people. How can people's hearts be different from those in the past? Virtue is like a virtuous person.
Therefore, cleaning one's body also shows the noble conduct of a gentleman and an expert: "The sound of cicadas from tall trees enters the evening clouds and clears the air."
3. What are some poems about cicadas?
Cicada - Li Shangyin originally thought that it was difficult to get enough food, and he hated his efforts in vain. The fifth watch is sparse and about to break, and the green trees are ruthless. It is still common, and the hometown has been flattened. Fanjun is the most alarmed, and I also want to clean up my family. Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan hung down his crotch to drink the clear dew, the sound of which flowed out of the sparse trees. He raised his voice far away, not to borrow the autumn wind. King Luo Bin "Singing Cicadas in Prison" The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought. Unable to bear the shadow of the mysterious temples, they come to sing to the old people. It is difficult to fly in due to the heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the sound of the wind. No one believes in nobleness, who can express his feelings? Qi Tianle · Cicada King Yisun Yishen regrets that the palace soul is broken, and the trees in the garden are green every year. The cold kettle is swallowed at first, but the dark leaves are also moved, and the sorrow of separation is expressed again. The rain passes by the west window. The strange yao pendant is empty, and the jade zither is adjusted to the pillars. .The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples? The Bronze Immortal's lead tears are like washing away. He sighs that it is difficult to store zero dew when he carries the plate far away. The diseased wings are frightened by the autumn, and the withered shape is seen in the world. The setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. He even hugs the high and high alone, and suddenly becomes sad. Thinking about the wind, Thousands of willow silk threads. Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiuyuan is singing in the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley. The autumn trees sing early in the morning. Thin silk clothes are cut, and the shadows on the temples are cold. Drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Morning and evening. Nai once sang sadly, a lot. Sad and sad. There are still lingering sounds, suddenly flying over other branches. The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that at that time, Qi Nu, the rain stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon caged the ancient willows, as if I had heard it before. She was suffering from separation and was very lazy. Flicking the ice paper, tiredly picking up the piano music. The ground is red with frost, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers. Qi Tianle·Cicada Zhou Mihuai Xun suddenly sent Qing Shang resentment, vaguely listening to it but still resting. The old garden is deeply sad, the dangerous strings are tuned bitterly, and the dream before Sloughed leaves, sad feelings, farewell. It's the setting sun, the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind, who is speaking with hatred. The young servant girl still remembers the moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, the temples are like snow. The branches are cold Frequency shifts, the leaves are still sparse, and the autumn season is disappointing. It is sad and sad. The dusk gradually meanders, and the cicadas are connected. The dew washes away the sadness, and the sound of dusk smoke becomes louder. Modern people chant the cicada poem "Autumn Cicada" to welcome the second day. On a moonlit day, the farmer on the terrace said there will be a good harvest. When the clear autumn comes and the white dew comes, the autumn wind brings the cicadas to life again.
4. Poems about cicadas, and explain the source
Cicada - Li Shangyin
It is hard to get enough to eat, and it is in vain to hate the sound.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.
The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just taking advantage of the autumn wind.
"Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin
The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are thinking deeply.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
Qi Tianle·Cicada Wang Yisun
I regret that the soul of the palace is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, the dark leaves are also moved, and the sadness of separation is expressed again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant flows into the air, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples?
The Bronze Immortal sheds tears like lead. I sigh that it is difficult to store zero dew when traveling far away with a plate. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. Thinking about the wind, there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiu Yuan
The music of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thinly cut gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Day and night. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable. There was still a lingering sound, suddenly flying across other branches.
The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time. The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful. I am too lazy to brush the ice paper, and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.
Qi Tianle · Cicada Zhou Mi
Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang's complaint, but he vaguely heard about it and still stopped. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves. Sad farewell. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind turns to someone with a deep hatred.
The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and moving frequently, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable. Gradually meandering towards dusk, bricks and worms are connected with each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.
Modern poems about cicadas
"Autumn Cicada"
February is coming, and the farmers on the terrace say it will be a good year.
When the white dew comes in the clear autumn, the autumn wind sends the cicadas flying again.
5. How many poems are written about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin originally thought that it was difficult to get enough food, and he hated his efforts in vain. The fifth watch is sparse and is about to break, and the green trees are ruthless. Bo Huan The stalks are still spreading, and the grass in my hometown has been flattened. Fan Jun is the most alarmed, and I also want to clean up my family. Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan hangs his crotch to drink the clear dew, and the sound of the trees flows out. He speaks loudly and far away, not to borrow the autumn wind. King Luo Bin's "Cicadas in Prison" The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought. Unable to bear the shadow of the mysterious temples, they come to sing to the old people. It is difficult to fly in due to the heavy dew, and it is easy to sink when the wind is noisy. No one believes in nobleness, who can express it to the heart? ? Qi Tianle · Cicada King Yisun Yishen regrets that the palace soul is broken, and the trees in the garden are green every year. The cold kettle is swallowed at first, but the dark leaves are also moved, and the sorrow of separation is expressed again. The rain passes by the west window. The strange yao pendant is empty, and the jade zither is adjusted to the pillars. .The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples? The Bronze Immortal's lead tears are like washing away. He sighs that it is difficult to store zero dew when he carries the plate far away. The diseased wings are frightened by the autumn, and the withered shape is seen in the world. The setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. He even hugs the high and high alone, and suddenly becomes sad. Thinking about the wind, Thousands of willow silk threads. Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiuyuan is singing in the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley. The autumn trees sing early in the morning. Thin silk clothes are cut, and the shadows on the temples are cold. Drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Morning and evening. Nai once sang sadly, a lot. Sad and sad. There are still lingering sounds, suddenly flying over other branches. The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that at that time, Qi Nu, the rain stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon caged the ancient willows, as if I had heard it before. She was suffering from separation and was very lazy. Flicking the ice paper, tiredly picking up the piano music. The ground is red with frost, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers. Qi Tianle·Cicada Zhou Mihuai Xun suddenly sent Qing Shang resentment, vaguely listening to it but still resting. The old garden is deeply sad, the dangerous strings are tuned bitterly, and the dream before Sloughed leaves, sad feelings, farewell. It's the setting sun, the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind, who is speaking with hatred. The young servant girl still remembers the moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, the temples are like snow. The branches are cold Frequency shifts, the leaves are still sparse, and the autumn season is disappointing. It is sad and sad. The dusk gradually meanders, and the cicadas are connected. The dew washes away the sadness, and the sound of dusk smoke becomes louder. Modern people chant the cicada poem "Autumn Cicada" to welcome the second day. On a moonlit day, the farmer on the terrace said there will be a good harvest. When the clear autumn comes and the white dew comes, the autumn wind brings the cicadas to life again.
6. Poems related to cicadas
1. 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. As soon as the color on the temples fades, the love of hometown will be stirred up again.
The west wind has not yet risen, but autumn thoughts come first. I recall the past in Dongye, listening under the locust flowers in the palace.
Today there are endless thoughts, clouds and trees surround Huancheng. Translation On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, the cicadas on the trees by the river began to sing.
Cicadas hide in the dense leaves of heather trees and chirp two or three times in the evening. The cry of the cicada made me suddenly realize that my temples were turning white and I could not go back to my previous home.
The autumn wind has not yet begun to blow, but sadness has already emerged from the bottom of my heart. I recall that when I was still serving in the East Palace, I would always listen to the chirping of cicadas under the locust tree.
The infinite sadness now is like white clouds covering the city, making people breathless. 2. Cicada (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty) It is hard to get enough because of its high temperature, but it hates to waste its efforts in vain.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family. Translation: You live on a high branch, so you can hardly fill your stomach. Although you cry out in sorrow and hatred, no one will sympathize with you.
After the fifth watch, the sounds of alienation almost disappeared, but the green trees were still as emotionless as ever. My official position is humble, my whereabouts are erratic, I can't return to my homeland, and the countryside in my hometown has long been deserted.
Your tweets make me alert. I am also living in poverty. 3. Cicada (Yu Shinan, Tang Dynasty) hangs down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. Translation: The cicada lowered its tassel-like tentacles to suck the clear and sweet dew, and a loud sound came from the tall and sparse sycamore branches.
It is precisely because the cicada makes its sound from a high place that its sound can travel far, not by the power of the autumn wind. 4. Huanxisha·The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk (Yan Shu, Song Dynasty) The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk.
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. Translation: The setting sun was shining slantingly in the evening, the breeze was blowing across the lake, and the cicadas were chirping non-stop.
When night falls, the clear dew dots on the red lotus, which is really cute. After stopping for a while, he rode on horseback and rushed to the banquet that was about to begin.
When you are about to leave, never refuse the wine in your glass. After returning to the court, we need to stay close to the emperor to have a stable career. But we have been separated for now and we don’t know when we can get together again.
5. Frost Moon (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty) When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky. The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Translation I just started to hear the chirping of the wild geese heading south, and the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot high building and looked far into the distance, where the water and the sky merged into one piece. The Goddess of Frost, Qingnu, and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold. They compete with each other in the cold frost of the cold moon, competing for their pure and beautiful appearance.
7. Poems about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin It is hard to get enough to eat, and it is in vain to complain.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family. Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan hangs down his stilts to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just taking advantage of the autumn wind. "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan 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 nobleness, who can express his sincerity? Qi Tianle·Cicada Wang Yisun A lingering regret in the palace soul is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, the dark leaves are also moved, and the sadness of separation is expressed again.
It is raining outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant flows into the air, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars.
The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples? Bronze Immortal's tears seem to be washed away. I sigh that it is difficult to store zero dew when traveling far away with a plate.
The diseased wings startle autumn, and the withered shape makes the world read, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter.
To hold oneself in high lofty position suddenly becomes sad. Thinking about the wind, there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiu Yuan The song of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thinly cut gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone.
Morning and evening. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable.
There are still lingering sounds, suddenly flying across other branches. The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time.
The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful.
I am too lazy to brush the ice paper and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Zhou Mi Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang resentment, but he still stopped after hearing about it. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves.
I miss you so much. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon.
In the blink of an eye, the west wind blows, and there is a trace of hatred to whom. The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow.
The branches are moving frequently in the cold, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable.
Gradually meandering towards dusk, the bricks and worms are connected to each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.
A modern poem about cicadas, "Autumn Cicada" February is coming, and the farmers on the terrace say it will be a good year. When the clear autumn comes and the white dew comes, the autumn wind sends the cicadas flying again.