2. Jiaosheng Jiaoyu. Like a deep girl. Triple harp, a wisp of heart sound. Deep in the shade. -"Qing Ping Le Yong Chan"
3, Qi female screen lost its old capacity, and there was a trace in the crown. The wings turn to the temples at dusk to find the fragrant dew, and sound the autumn silk to drive away the wind. The hotel is white, and the leaves in the police building are red. -"New Cicada"
4, the mangrove cicada is full of sunset, and the bald head is sad. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Send Lushi"
5, before the cicada sings, it has been conscious. Into the desolate ears, such as the smell of strings. -Liu Tang Yuxi, "Answer the White Punishment and Smell the New Cicada"
6, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the small corner wants to be slightly clear. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded. -"Smell the cicada"
7, high cicadas fall, the scenery is cool. Konoha leaves gradually surprised the year, and brocade words wrapped around weft. It's even sadder to dream in the window. Sweet bamboo shoots and wind, dew lotus tears. -"Smell the cicada"
8, a rain a sunny day, Shan Ye cold blue. Don't invade the noise of the sun, listen to it in a foreign land. -"Smell the cicada"
9. Today, cicadas suddenly sang, like moving guests. Being grateful for one year can make people feel alive. -"New Cicada"
10, the wind cicada sings all day, and the leaves make new sounds. Hometown guests return to their hometown and walk alone by the water. -"The Wind Cicada"
1 1, the first response, 10,000 mu has been westerly. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong. -"Smell the cicada"
12, why did Yong Men play a song? Cicada's voice is extremely sad. -Liu Song Kezhuang's "Drinking School Book Garden on March 25th"
13, cicadas are singing at first sight, if it is the feeling of touching a guest? I think an old age can make everything alive. -Tang Sikongshu's "New Cicada"
14, the early cicada is holding the fragrant Sophora leaves alone, and it is noisy to spend autumn in the setting sun. 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"
15, jade willow scattered, with green cicadas singing. Hidden in the leaves, before the noise goes out. -"Fu Wei Ji"