Poems about cicadas 1 Poems about cicadas
Cicada-Li Shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, 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 [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
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? ?
Qi Tianle Wang Chan Sunichi
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first sight, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window. Strangely, it is empty, but the jade Zheng is in tune. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sighing carries food far away, but it is difficult to keep dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the sunset disappeared several times. The aftertaste is more bitter. I'm lofty, and I'm sad. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
Qi Tianle chanchouyuan
Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes, cool temples, and drink the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nye was also compassionate. There is still a lingering sound, suddenly flying over other branches.
Qi Palace used to be a province, and pedestrians also said that there were women at that time. Rain breaks empty mountains, and the moon is full of ancient willows, as if I had heard of it before. It is painful to leave love. I am lazy to brush the ice sound, and I am tired of playing the piano music. The ground cream is red, and the shallow sand wants to shed its feathers.
Qi Tianle Chen Zhou Mi
Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred?
Remember the moving shadows lightly. Cuimo should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are thin and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and serious. Gradually, it is dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. Dew washes away sadness, and smoke at dusk swallows it even more.
Modern Chanting Poems
Qiu Chan.
The wind ushered in February, and the farmer said it was a good year.
It was the autumn wind that sent Qiu Chan until the clear autumn and the white dew day.
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2. What are the poems about cicadas?
1, see (Qing) Yuan Mei.
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
2. Xijiangyue (Song) Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
3. Entering Josie (Tang Dynasty) was the royal residence.
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
4. Xianyang East Building (Tang) Xu Hun
High-rise Wan Li sorrow, willow like Tingzhou.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.
5, "A political prisoner listens to cicadas" (Tang) Luo
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
However, it needs those songs with black wings 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? .
3. What are the poems describing cicadas?
1. Speak louder and don't be blown by the autumn wind. -Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan's Cicada
Cicadas spread far because they live in tall trees, not by autumn wind.
2. The cicadas in the west are singing, and the visitors in the south are thinking. -Tang Dynasty: Luo, "Reading Zen/Political Prisoners Listening to Cicada"
In autumn, chilling cries are endless, and prisoners are homesick.
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night. -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Cicada
It's hard to eat when you live on a high branch, and it's useless to cry and hate.
The west wind on the lake is sharp. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay less and ride less to publicize the song feast. -Song: Yan Shu's "Huanxisha West Wind on the Lake"
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.
5. The cicada sings the sunset, and the silver toad hangs Xiaoxiang. Huangling Temple is surrounded by water. Chushan mangroves are separated by high Tang Dynasty by misty rain. -Tang Dynasty: Mao Wenxi's "Linjiang Fairy, Twilight and cicada all fall in the setting sun"
The sunset sent away the last cicada, and silver moon hung high by the Xiaoxiang River, and the river next to Huangling Temple rolled up waves. The mangroves in Chushan were shrouded in misty rain, which blocked the dream under the stage of Gaotang.
6. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -Song: Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Road Night Xijiang Moon"
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
7. There is no cicada at the first sound of the wild goose, and the water in a hundred feet building is long enough to reach the sky. -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Frost Moon
At first, I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south, and the chirping of cicadas had disappeared. I climbed up the 100-foot-high building and looked as far as possible, and the water and the sky met.
8. Cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more hidden. —— Northern and Southern Dynasties: Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
Cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.
9. Birds sing in autumn under the green grass and Qinyuan Xi. -Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City/West Building of Xianyang City at Night"
At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches.
10. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. —— Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's "A Letter to Pei Di from Wangchuan's Other Business".
My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind.
4. All the poems about cicadas
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The poem about cicada 1 is listening to in a foreign land. -Five Dynasties liuchu Zhao Yu's "Smelling Cicadas" 2. Being pure and wanting, singing empty 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" 3, the door willow doesn't even have a wild field, and it looks like an early cicada. Visitors have no fixed address, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 4. As soon as the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches. You should only send it to you when I am old. -"Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28" 5. At the beginning of the call, Wanmu had gone west. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong. -"Smelling Cicada" 6. Qiu Lai's songs are more bitter, half swallowing and half drifting. -Tang Yao He ("Smell cicadas and send them to Jia Dao") 7. Early cicadas hold sweet Sophora leaves alone, and make trouble for the setting sun to spend autumn. I am also urged by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears. Without high rhyme, there will be green hills and white mountains, and there will be no fear of firewood. -"Early Cicada" 8. Tonight is a cold night-In the wind, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart. -Tang Meng Haoran "Qin Zhong sent people far away" 9. Drinking in He Jie has a longer flavor. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide. -"Painting Cicada" 10, the sunset is early and urgent, and the customer is more worried. Come to my pillow loudly and dream of autumn in my hometown. -Smell Early Cicada 1 1. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. -Who listens to Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset. -Tang Bai Juyi's Early Cicada 12, like a feather. Wu, who is gentle and charming. Looking at flowers by the aperture, bees are sticky. Spring is not allowed. Bao Zheng is idle and jade column. East wind dusk. -"Hanging Line Fishing" 13, the new cicada suddenly shoots the highest branch, and it doesn't feel like listening indefinitely. There are two kinds of sadness when friends come to say goodbye. -"Smelling Cicada" 14, the fire cloud seems to be dying at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded. -"Smelling Cicada" 15, the mangrove cicada is full of sunset, and the bald head is sad. -Tang Yuan Zhen's poems sent to Lu 16. The depressed hotel guests were frightened, and the intermittent monk room was quiet and clear. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice.
5. cicada poetry
Li Chan shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, 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.
Chanyu Shinan
The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Bai Juyi, an early cicada
At the beginning of the month, the mountains shine first, and the wind moves the water first
Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first.
When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness.
The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset.
Wen Xin abdicated to Liu Baijuyi.
When the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches.
You should only send it to you when I am old.
White happens first, Qingyun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open.
6. There are poems about cicadas
Cicadas sing high. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night") "Singing cicadas is cold, when autumn flowers bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Records" is two) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is flying in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada loudly) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Tang Wen Chan) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle).
Suddenly, the string was broken, and I heard that the pipe was uneven (Liu Tang Yuxi rewarded the lonely "xianggong" to see the new cicada), "The cicada forest is quieter, and the Tona Palace Mountain is more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi"), "The spring is swallowed, and the piano sounds at the beginning. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. "
(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Journey to the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why should you quit the high willow cold?" (Liu Chen deleted Poems of Singing Cicada in the Southern Dynasties) "If you drink He Jie, your charm will be longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada) "Listening to Qiu Chan and Qiu Chan is not the same place.
Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations.
..... ""Listen to the cicada, this is infinitely sad. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food.
The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug.
..... "(Listen to the cicada with the sun by Sui Lusi) (2) Cicada is ignorant, but many poets are worried about it because they are also sad. Everything is my color, because I see things. As Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said, "cicadas don't add trouble, so people are heartbroken" (Listening to cicadas).
Tang Sikong-shu: "Today, cicadas suddenly sound, moving guests like feelings?" I feel that an old age can make millions of people feel alive "("New Cicada "); Don Bai Juyi: "When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In "Sophora japonica in the sunset" ("Early Cicada"); Liu Tang Yuxi: "Before I heard the cicada singing, I thought it was a fleeting time. As soon as I entered the bleak ear, I heard the broken string "("Answer the white punishment and smell the new cicada "); Tang Hao-ran Meng: "And in the cold Mufeng tonight, cicadas are more important than my heart" ("Send someone away from Qin"), and Tang Yuan-zhen: "Mangrove cicadas fill the sunset glow, and white heads send each other sorrow" ("Send someone away from Lu").
Tang Yongzheng Yu Zhi: "Clearing heat in summer promotes the flow of several parts of the body. People with lofty ideals are bitter in their hearts, and when they first hear their voices, they are alone "(Early Cicada); In the Five Dynasties, Chu and Liu said, "Don't invade the Japanese noise, listen to it in a foreign land" ("Smell the cicada"); Don Luyin: "Deep in the willows, you will feel lonely and sad about the past.
I am also afraid that travelers will move trees again and again with their heads not white "("Late Cicada "); Don He Yao: "Qiu Lai songs are more bitter, half swallowed and half gone with the wind" ("Smelling cicadas and sending them to Jia Dao"); Song: "It's cold and sad, Changting is late, and the shower is beginning." (Lin Yuling); Liu song kezhuang's "why Yong Men plays a song, cicadas are extremely bleak" and "March 25th, drinking in the school book garden".
(3) The ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by eating and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and praised them, or used them to place their ideals and ambitions, or as a metaphor for their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. The first thing to mention, of course, is the "three musts" in the Tang Dynasty, which is famous for chanting cicada poems: weeping committee drinks clear dew, and acting as a dredge.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. -Yu Shinan's "Cicada" sang the Western Heaven and told me to be firm here in my cell.
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? . Wang Luobin is a political prisoner. His heart is pure, so he is hungry. You sang 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. -Li Shangyin's three "Cicada" are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty, but their themes are different and they are wonderful.
Shi Buhua, a poet in A Qing, commented on this point: "Both are cicadas, and Yu Shinan's' high voice, no autumn wind' is Tsinghua people dialect; Wang Luobin's "his flight through the fog, his pure voice submerged in the wind world" is a much-needed language; Li Shangyin's "pure heart and lack of desire, singing all night" is a grouch. Bixing is different. "
Attachment:-The preface of Wang's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada" is forbidden, and it is also a matter of the Fa Caotang, and there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business is known, it is the same as the dead tree in Yin Zhongwen; And Cong, in, that is, Zhou Zhaobo of Gan Tang.
Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different, before listening to the insects? Hehe, the voice is moving and the virtue is like a saint.
Therefore, cleaning his body is also a noble act of a gentleman; Shed its skin, and it has the spirit of a fairy capital. Then follow the number of yin and yang; It is necessary to change the festival and take the opportunity to review Tibet.
Open your eyes and don't be confused by Tao; With thin wings, it is easy to be true but not vulgar. Sing the breeze of the tree, rhyme longitudinal; Drinking the dew of high autumn is clear and awesome.
A servant is not easy to lose his way, and time rewards him. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off.
When I heard the flowing sound, I realized that I had been rehabilitated; Seeing the shadow of mantis, I am afraid of crisis. Poetry is composed of feelings, and feelings make friends.
A normal heart should follow things and mourn its weak feathers; Send people to know, pity Yusheng loneliness. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.
(4) Different from the poems about swallows, there are also poems about cicadas that ridicule cicadas. The representative works are the late Tang poets Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin's poem Cicada.
Lu Guimeng: "Just by the wind, we all admire the capital of vitamins. What is the clearness of the abdomen, and there are even fewer thin ridges. "
Luo Yin: "Great efforts are a legacy, and I agree with your voice. The wind is full of dew today, so forget me. "
In Lu's works, cicadas are despicable and incompetent; In Luo's works, cicada is a snob. The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, aiming at satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dark officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.
(5) Others, such as Tao Yong's poem "Cicada on a high tree, burrowing into the night clouds, not only cares about me, but also cares about you. When you are idle, it seems that you don't smell it every time ("cicada"). Zhu Shouxin of A Qing dynasty, "hold the leaves and hide in the deep forest, and sing while you can". "
How to forget the distant move, drinking dew has cleared the heart "("Yong "), is also.
7. Who has an ancient poem about cicadas?
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Blackbird, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems, Moonlight Night Lights")
"When cicadas sing cold, bloom will fall in bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County")
"There are endless cries, and Cong Yanming is in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9")
"The willow leaves in the garden are cool for a long time, and the cicada should be surprised" (Sui Wang Youli's "Give the willow leaves a cicada")
"Natural creatures can always be called" (Tang's "Smelling Cicada")
"How far the cicada flies, the shadows of the lush trees reverberate around the beam" (Nan 'an Road, Song Zhuxi)
"The sound of flowing water rings around the cluster, and the rest resounds" (Xiao Zifan in the Southern Dynasties, "Listening to Cicada in the Back Hall")
"Yin Qing Xiao Louye, sorrow noisy sunset branches. Suddenly, the string is broken, and the Russian smell is unfair "(Liu Tang Yuxi's" Rewarding the Lonely "sees the new cicada)
"The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter the Tonamiyama" (Wang Ji's "Into the West")
"Spring slipped away, and the piano began to play. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " ("Tang Lu Tong's" New Cicada ")
"Don't be surprised by the bright moon, the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji, "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road")
"If you have to drink mysterious nectar, why don't you say' Gao' (in the Southern Dynasties, delete" Poems about Things ")
"Drinking and contacting He Jie will make the charm of singing last longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada)
"Listen to Qiu Chan, Qiu Chan is not a place. Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations. ……"
"Listen to cicadas, this listen to infinite sorrow. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food. The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug. ..... "(Sui Lusidao's" Yang He Yan Na listens to cicadas ")