About cicada poems

1. What are the poems about cicadas

1. "What I See" (Qing Dynasty) Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

2. "Moon over the Xijiang River" (Song Dynasty) by Xin Qiji

Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.

3. "Entering Ruoye Stream" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Ji

How common is the boat, 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.

4. "East Tower of Xianyang City" (Tang Dynasty) by Xu Hun

As soon as I go up to the tall building, I feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows are like Tingzhou.

The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, and the sun is sinking into the pavilion. The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.

The green Qin Garden is under the birds at dusk, the cicadas are chirping and the leaves are yellow in the Han Palace in autumn.

Pedestrians should not ask about what happened in the past, for the water from the Wei River flows eastward from my homeland.

5. "Singing Cicadas in Prison" (Tang Dynasty) King Luo Bin

The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south want to invade.

The shadow of Xuanxuan 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? 2. What are the poems describing 'cicada'

1. "Frost Moon" - the author Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty

When I first heard that there are no cicadas in Zhengyan, the water reaches the sky from a hundred-foot-high building .

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

Translation: Just when I first heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, 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, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their pure and beautiful appearance.

2. "What I See" - Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.

3. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Author Wang Wei Dynasty and Tang Dynasty Translation Comparison

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the ruins.

On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.

Translation: The cold mountains have become particularly gloomy and the green autumn water flows slowly into the distance day by day. I stood outside the door of the thatched cottage with my pole and stick, listening to the singing of the cicada at dusk in the wind. The sun was about to set over the ferry, and wisps of smoke from the village were drifting away. Then I met Pei Di, my father-in-law, who was drunk and acted wildly in front of me, who was just like Tao Qian.

4. "Walking in the Early Autumn Garden" - Author Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty

The setting sun is the most ruthless and affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.

It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.

Translation: The setting sun seems ruthless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are taking advantage of the short time when the sun sets to sing loudly, and the garden is full of cicadas.

The cicada's chirping seems to be around you, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.

5. "Linjiang Immortal: The sound of cicadas at dusk falls in the setting sun" - author Mao Wenxi, Tang Dynasty

The sound of cicadas in the dusk falls in the setting sun, and the shadow of silver toad hangs in Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple.

The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain.

The fishing lanterns on the shore are blown by the wind, and the white apples are fragrant in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty.

The red strings are sad, the clouds are scattered and the sky is long.

Translation: The setting sun bids farewell to the last chirping of cicadas, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple makes waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.

The river shook the lights of the fishing boats on the shore, and the white apples wafted in the distance with a strong fragrance. The sound of the waves seemed like the concubine Xiang was playing a sad song of resentment, and the mournful cry of the scarlet strings lingered in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.

3. Some poems about cicadas

Silence is the expectation of chirping

Dormant is for flying

Screams are brewing in silence

Accumulation in the darkness Strength

Breaking the ground

Breaking the ground——

I broke the ground in the thunder

I transformed in the wind and rain

< p> Sowing songs under the sun

Freedom is no longer a dream

Morning dew and dusk mist are my delicacies

I fly

Me Singing

——Xiaoyao

Cicada

Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Wulu Category: Remembering Things

It’s hard to be full because of the high price, but it’s all 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.

Cicada

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yu Shinan Genre: Five Ancients

Drink the clear dew from the hanging cloth, and the sound of the flowing trees flows out.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind.

Chanting Cicadas in Prison and Preface

Era: Tang Author: Luo Binwang Genre: Wulu

The west of the forbidden wall of Yu Jin is a matter of the law hall. The ancient Sophora japonica tree has countless pearls. Although the business can be seen, it is the same ancient tree as Zhongwen of Yin Dynasty, and the lawsuit is here, that is, Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo. Every time the sunset shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them. How can people's hearts be different from those of the past, listening to the sound of insects in front of them with sadness? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtuous person is used to represent the virtuous. Therefore, cleansing one's body shows the noble conduct of a gentleman and admiring others. Shedding one's skin shows the spiritual appearance of an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang, respond to the changes, and store the opportunities. If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the faintness of the Tao; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgarity and thickness lead to the truth. Singing to the gentle breeze of the trees, the charm is as high as the sky. Drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others. The servant is lost and the road is difficult and dangerous, and he encounters a slight misfortune. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall. Hearing the sound of flying crickets, I realize that the redress has been played. Seeing the echo of love and things, I mourn the falling of weak feathers. The way is conveyed 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.

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 if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.

No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity.

Qi Tianle, Cicada

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Mi Genre: Ci

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. 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, Cui'e 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.

Qi Tianle, Cicada

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yisun Genre: Ci

The soul of the palace is broken by the lingering hatred, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, it also moves the dark leaves, and expresses the sorrow of separation again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant floats empty, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you still have such beautiful temples? The copper immortal sheds tears like lead, and sighs that it is difficult to store even the dew when he carries his plate far away. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The remaining sound is more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. I fantasize about the wind blowing, and there are thousands of willow threads.

Qi Tianle Cicada

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qiu Yuan Genre: Ci

The song of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thin 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.

In the summer of the second year of Kaicheng, I heard that the new cicada presented me with a dream

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancients

I have been separated from you for ten years, but I always feel sorry for you New cicadas chirp. Listen to me, Mr. ***, we are both in Luoyang City this year.

I know the forest is quiet in the noisy place, and I feel the scenery is clear when I hear it. The cool breeze suddenly blows, and autumn thoughts come first.

The remaining hibiscus flowers stand on the edge, and the shade of the old locust trees descends. Although there is no hatred, there is still a long-term love.

I am glad that I am not deaf and hear this sound every year.

After the rain in the long suburbs, the trees in the distance are greener, the new cicadas are chirping suddenly, irritating the ears, and the guests have been sitting alone for a long time

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Kou Zhun

Remote Mountain The summer rain has stopped, and the cool breeze comes from the distant trees.

I lean on the railing and open my lapel, and the new cicada stirs my autumn thoughts.

The sandy creek flows cleanly and gently, and the trees in the courtyard are sparse and green.

The festivals are coming again, captured by the deep sorrow.

The youthful age is like a rushing stream, and the light is not stopping.

In the early stage of feeling things and mourning, who knows the meaning of this. 4. What are the ancient poems about cicadas

Poems about cicadas

Singing cicadas in prison——

King Luo Bin sings in the west, cicadas sing, and guests in Nanguan think about invasion. . That shadow with mysterious temples comes 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 Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity? "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the luxuriant trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. "Nan'an Daozhong").

"Nowadays, cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be moved to a stranger? I feel like I am old and can bring about all kinds of emotions." ("New Cicada" by Sikong Shu, Tang Dynasty).

"As soon as I hear the sadness, I feel my hometown again. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River is very similar. Who listens in Hengmen? In the locust flowers at dusk" ("Morning Cicada" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty)

"Before the cicada sounds, I already feel the passage of time. Once it enters the desolate ears, it is like hearing the intermittent strings" (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "Reply to Bai Xingbu's News of the New Cicada")

"Cicada There is no sound to add trouble, and it is natural that people are heartbroken" ("Listening to the Cicada" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty)

"Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of the cicada expresses desolation" ("March 2" by Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty) "Drinking in the School Garden on the 15th")

"The sound of cicadas in the tall trees goes into the evening clouds, which not only worries me but also worries you. Whenever I feel free, I seem not to hear it every time I hear it." ("Cicada" by Yongtao of the Tang Dynasty 5. Poems about cicadas

The sound of cicadas is loud and distant. Throughout the ages, the singing of "cicada, cicada" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write down He wrote many beautiful and moving poems.

"The cicadas sing in the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: The Bright Moon at Night") "The cicadas sing in the cold sound." , when the chrysanthemums bloom in autumn" (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 "Ji You Year, September 9th") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the cicadas have responded. "Preface to surprise" (Sui Wang Youli's "Ode to a tall willow singing cicada") "The micro-creature created by nature can always respond to the call" (Tang Xu Shang's "Wearing the Cicada") "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty) "Nan'an Daozhong") "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the aftertaste resounds through the high tower" ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves, the sad and noisy sunset branches.

Hu'er string Cut off, the Russian news management is mixed." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister to See the New Cicadas") "The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek") "The spring slips into the deep throat, The sound of the piano comes and goes. The long wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches."

"The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night." (Song Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River") ·Walking on the yellow sand road on a moonlit night") "If you drink the dew from the sky, how can you stay in the cold willows" ("Poetry of Chanting Cicadas" by Chen Liu in the Southern Dynasties) "How clean can you be if you drink dew, and your chanting will be longer" ("Painting Cicadas" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) ") "Listen to the autumn cicadas, the autumn cicadas are not in the same place.

The thin willows are flying high in the evening, the Yang Yang is bright and the moon is dawning; the autumn sounds are scattered in the calendar, and they are uneven and disturbing. A single chant is like turning a flute, and the crowd is noisy and learning to tune the sheng "The wind blows loudly, and contains many discontinuous sounds." Morning food.

The evening breeze is full of dew, and the autumn sky is so loud that I can only see the leaves.

"Nayan Listens to the Singing Cicada") (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "Looking at things with me, all old things have my color" (Wang Guowei's " As Yang Wanli, a poet from 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" ("Farewell to Lu Poetry").

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"); Tang Yaohe: "Autumn comes and the chanting is even more bitter, 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 is extremely desolate" "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 aspirations, 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 the cicada poems of the Tang Dynasty: drinking the clear dew while sitting down, and the sound of flowing trees.

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 continent, and the guests in the southern crown think of invasion.

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 difficult to fill up the food, 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 from the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Maid Poems": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, and it does not borrow the autumn wind." This is a Tsinghua 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 lawsuit is here, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo.

Every evening when the sun shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, 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 let the way be dim and blind your vision; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgar thick and obscure the truth. 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 a move, 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 one. Yi, I am in tune with you and you are so full of wind and dew. I should forget the time when I was in trouble."

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 am free, 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. 6. Poems about cicadas

The sound of cicadas is loud and high. Throughout the ages, the singing of "cicada, cicada" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems. Psalms.

"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 have no sound, and the wild geese are singing in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9th, Ji You Year") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are alarmed in response" (Sui Wang Youli's " "The tall willow cicada") "The little things created by nature can always sing in response to the call" (Tang Xu Shang's "Wearing the Cicada") "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Song Zhu Xi's "Nan'an Daozhong") "Flowing The sound lingers around the bushes and reverberates throughout Gaoxuan" ("Listening to 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 sound of the pipes is uneven." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicadas") "The noisy cicadas make the forest quieter, and the birdsong mountains become more secluded" (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."

(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "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" ("Cicada Poems" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasty) "How clean is your body after drinking the dew, and the singing style will be longer" ("Painting Cicada" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicada, Autumn cicadas are not in one place.

The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing brightly at dawn; the sounds of autumn are scattered and disturbing.

..." "It's extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing to the side of the Golden Gate; the wind blows 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 am light and cover a few leaves, crying and holding a branch.

..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "When I look at things, all old things have my color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"). As Yang Wanli, a poet from the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any worries, but it makes people feel heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas").

As soon as it enters the desolate ears, it is like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu's News of New Cicadas"); Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze comes in the evening, but hearing the cicadas makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuanyuan Master"), Tang Yuanzhen: " The sound of mangrove cicadas fills the setting sun, and the white-headed friends send each other off in sorrow" ("Song Lu Poetry").

Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "One sound of clear summer heat, and several places of rapid fluid flow. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone." ("Morning Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the ruins of the sun, and listen to it in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada"); Tang Luyin: "The slanting light on the back of the tall willow is hidden deep, and you can stand The feeling of loneliness and sadness surrounds me.

I am still afraid that the traveler’s head is not white, and he repeatedly moves the tree and flies with the sound" ("Late Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "Autumn comes and sings more bitterly, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Sound of the Cicada") Jia Dao"); Liuyong of the Song Dynasty: "The cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to subside. "("Yulin Bell"); Song Liu Kezhuang "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Yinfang Campus 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 and ambitions, or to metaphor their own rough and unfortunate life experiences. Of course, what is mentioned is what is known as the "Three Wonders" of the cicada poems of the Tang Dynasty: Drinking the clear dew, the sound of the trees flowing out.

Standing high and far away is not to borrow the autumn wind. - Yu Shinan. "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the southern crown are thinking about invasion.

Can't bear the shadow of the white hair, it's hard to fly in due to the heavy wind.

No one trusts Gao Jie, who can show his heart. - Luo Binwang's "Song of Cicada in Prison" It is difficult to eat in vain, and it is useless to hate. The stalks are still spreading, and the hometown has been wiped out.

I am the most alarmed, and I am also clearing up my family. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" is a famous work in the Tang Dynasty that uses cicadas to convey meaning. But the purpose and interest are very different, and each has its own beauty.

Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Mai Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, but the meaning is different." "Borrowing the autumn wind" is a saying from Tsinghua University; King Luo Bin's "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind is noisy" is a saying from people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of high expenses, but it's futile and hateful" is a saying from people who complain. Bixing is different. "

Attached: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" written by King Luo Bin. Yu Jin is located in the west of the forbidden wall. It is the office of Facao. There are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, they are the same as Yin Zhongwen's withered trees. And the lawsuit is here, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gantang.

Every time the sunset is low, the cicadas sing quietly, and you can hear the sound of the insects. Hear it before? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.

Therefore, cleansing the body shows the noble conduct of the gentleman; shedding the skin shows the spiritual appearance of the immortal city. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in the festival, and examine the opportunity to use it.

If you have an eye open, don't let the road be dim and blind your vision; if you have wings, you will be thin, and don't let the world be thick. But it's true. Singing the breeze of the trees, the beauty is sky-high; drinking the dew in the high autumn, I am afraid of others.

The servant is lost in danger, and he is not sad and blames himself. Falling and dying first.

Hearing the sound of cicadas, I realize that I have been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, I am afraid of the crisis and write a poem to benefit all my friends.

< p> The sentiments of common people are echoed by things, mourning the drifting of weak feathers; the way is known to others, and the loneliness of the remaining sounds is not meant to replace the sorrowful clouds.

(4) It is different from the poems about Yan. There are also poems about cicadas that ridicule the filthiness of cicadas. The representative works are the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. . What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers? "

Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is a legacy, and I am in harmony with you. The wind is full of dew and it is like this now. We should forget the time when it was dew and turbid. "

In Lu Zhi's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; while in Luo's writing, the cicada is a follower of the people. The two poems use the cicada to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty. Dim.

(5) Others are as follows: "The sound of cicadas from the tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also about you." "Whenever everyone has nothing to do, every time he hears it, he seems not to hear it." ("Cicada"). Zhu Shouxin of the Qing Dynasty said, "I hide in the deep forest with a leaf in my arms, and chant the wisdom of the times."

How can one forget about far-reaching goals and drink dew to clear one's heart?" ("Song of Cicada"), also. 7. All poems about cicada

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Poems about cicadas 1. Don’t invade the sun and listen to it in a foreign land - "Wearing Cicadas" by Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties 2. It is difficult to eat in vain, and the sound is exhausted at the fifth watch. The trees are green and ruthless. The grass in the hometown is flat. I am the most alarmed, and my whole family is clear. ——"The willows are not connected to the wild, and the early cicadas are unknown at first sight." ——"Morning Cicada" 4. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower will only remind me to grow old and report to you. ——"New Cicada Gives to Liu Twenty-Eight" 5. At the first call, the west wind is blowing. I feel like a stranger, before leaving Saihong. 6. The song of autumn is even more bitter, half swallowed and half followed by the wind. - Yao He of the Tang Dynasty. "Welcome to Jia Dao") 7. The early cicada hugs the fragrant locust leaves and makes noise towards the setting sun to spend the autumn. It's worth listening to my ears to sing in fear. It must be the best. The white heads are hidden in the green mountains. - "Morning Cicada" 8. The cool breeze comes at dusk, and it makes me sad to hear the cicadas.

——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Qin Zhongshu Yuanyuan Master" 9. How clean is the body exposed when drinking, and the charm of chanting is longer. There are thousands of trees under the setting sun, but there is nowhere to hide from the praying mantis. ——"Painting Cicada" 10. The cicada is anxious early in the sunset, and the guests feel even more sad when they hear it. A sound comes on the pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown. ——"Wen Zao Cicada" 11. When I hear the song, I feel sad, and then I hear the nostalgia. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first. ——Who in Hengmen listens? In the locust flower at dusk. ——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Morning Cicada" 12. Cicadas on the temples are like feathers. Qingwan reflects charmingly. Looking at the flowers by the lantern, I admire the bees clinging to the catkins. Spring is not yet promised. Baozheng Xianyuzhu. East wind dusk. ——"Silk Fishing" 13. The new cicada suddenly sprouts on the highest branch, and it listens for an infinite time without realizing it. When I meet a friend who comes to say goodbye, I feel sad in two ways. ——"Feelings of Feelings after Hearing the Cicada" 14. The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn corner is slightly clear. Traveling thousands of miles from my homeland, new cicadas suddenly chirp. ——"Smell the Cicada" 15. The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and we see each other in sorrow. ——Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhen's "Send Lu Poetry" 16. Guests in the depressed hotel are frightened, and the monk's room is quiet and clear intermittently. May I ask what the cause of the cicada sound is? There are two types of sounds in ancient temples. 8. Poems about cicadas

Cicada, 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,

It’s not just to borrow the autumn wind.

"Cicada" is a work by Yu Shinan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is a short poem with a metaphorical meaning. It is also the earliest poem about cicadas in the Tang Dynasty. The author describes the cicada's green call. Then it expresses the author's noble sentiment of being clean and self-sufficient.

Cicada, Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin

It is hard to be full because of the high price, 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.

"Cicada" is a five-rhyme poem composed by Li Shangyin, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem first describes the plight of the cicada, and then jumps directly to his own experience, expressing his heart directly and with strong emotions. Finally, it naturally returns to the cicada, with a smooth beginning and a coherent meaning. The whole poem starts with cicadas, ends with cicadas, and has a tight structure. The depiction of cicadas and the poet's affection are perfectly blended and unified. It is a masterpiece that can express feelings about things. The poet uses the personality of the cicada to express his noble character, which can be said to be a typical example of borrowing objects to express his feelings.

Early Cicada Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

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.

As soon as the color on the temples fades away, 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.

Today there are endless thoughts, clouds and trees surround Huancheng.

Late Cicada, Tang Dynasty, Lu Yin

The slanting light from the back of tall willow trees can hide the loneliness and reduce the past surroundings.

I am still afraid that the traveler’s head will not be white, and I will move the tree again and again and fly with the sound. 9. What are the poems about cicadas?

Cicada - Li Shangyin It is difficult to eat because of the height, and the futility 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. 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.

I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so 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, it also moves the dark leaves, and expresses the sorrow of separation again.

It is raining outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant floats empty, 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 high and high alone 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 Lane, 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 in an old place. 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 poem about cicadas chanted by modern people, "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.