poetry
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? -Don Robin Wang, Political Prisoners Listen to Cicada.
Tonight, in the cold night breeze, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart. -Tang Meng Haoran "Qin Zhong sent people far away".
3, mangrove cicada full of sunset, bald head injury. -Yuan Yuan Hao Wen's Farewell to Mr. Lu.
4, Qiu Lai cicadas everywhere, temples fly frost is poor. -Sue "beginning of autumn look in the mirror the day before".
5, the wind and the wind, the partner is shocked. -Tang Du Fu's "Qiu Guan Looking Around for Poems".
6. The breeze chirps in the middle of the night-Huangsha Road Night Xijiang Moon in the Song and Seven Seasons.
7, chilling, Changting night, the beginning of the shower-Song Liu Yong's "Chilling in Yulin Ridge".
8, intended to catch cicadas-Qingyuan Mei's "See".
9. When I first heard about Yan Zheng-Frost Moon by Tang Shangyin, there was no cicada.
10, hang your head and drink clear dew, and the sound is sparse. -Don Yu Shinan's Cicada.
Ancient poems describing cicadas
1, "Cicada" Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan
Original: Drink clear dew when hanging, and make a sound of dredging tung when flowing. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: cicadas hang down their tentacles like hat tassels and suck sweet dew, and their voices are heard from the tall branches of phoenix trees. Cicadas spread far because they live in tall trees, not by autumn wind.
2. "A political prisoner listens to cicadas" Tang Dynasty: Luo
Original: cicadas in the west sing, and visitors in the south think. 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? ?
Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: In late autumn, cicadas outside the Western Wall kept singing, which brought with it the melancholy towards the distant of my prisoner. How can I stand the good times in Hyun Bin's heyday and recite such a sad poem by myself? The wings are thin and want to fly, and the human cold can't be kept. The wind is loud and easy to sink, but it is difficult to protect its fragrance. No one knows that I am as pure and noble as Qiu Chan. Who can express my pure heart of ice crystals for me?
3. West Wind on the Lake in Huanxisha Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The west wind rushed cicadas on the lake. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay less and ride less to publicize the song feast. Say goodbye to the golden cup. When you enter the DPRK, you must approach the jade furnace. I wonder what year it will be.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In the evening, the setting sun shines obliquely, the breeze blows across the lake, and cicadas keep singing. As night falls, dewdrops are dotted on the red lotus, which is really lovely. Ride to the upcoming party. Please don't refuse the farewell wine, let's drink it to our heart's content. Being an official in North Korea is like approaching incense in a jade furnace, which makes people happy, but I don't know when we can get together again.