The ancient poems about cicadas include:
1. The early cicada hugs the fragrant locust leaves alone, making noise towards the setting sun to spend the autumn. No matter how loud it is, it urges me to grow old. It’s worth hearing the screams in my ears. ——Jia Dao's "Morning Cicada"
2. The cicada sings as the pistils of the locust tree fall, which brings sadness. The illness is far away from home, and it is difficult for poor people to deal with things. ——Yang Ning's "Meeting with Friends"
3. The slanting light from the back of tall willow trees can calm the loneliness and reduce the past surroundings. I am still afraid that the traveler's head will not be white, and he will move the tree again and again and fly with the sound. ——Lu Yin's "Late Cicada"
4. When the moon rises, it first shines on the mountains, and when the wind blows, it moves the water first. Just like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, it reaches the ears of idlers first. As soon as I hear it, I feel sad, and then I hear my hometown. ——Bai Juyi's "Morning Cicada"
5. Mountain cicadas hinder people's speech in autumn evening, and the guests are frightened and the horses neigh. How long can I read the new green trees? I don’t know when the golden boudoir will be lonely. If the moon shines brightly over the sea thousands of miles away, don’t forget He Lang’s message. ——Bao Rong's "Evening Mountain Cicada"
6. 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.
——Liu Shang's "Autumn Cicada Sound"