Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night.
Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and trees in the distance, there was the chirping of insects; A burst of coolness came.
However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature. 2, "The First Song" Tang-Wang Changling original: cicada v. mulberry forest thin, cold in the border in August.
After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds. Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.
Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses. When cicadas are singing in the lonely mulberry forest, the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp and cold in autumn.
After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were full of yellow reeds lying on the ground. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust.
Don't imitate the ranger who thinks he is brave and doesn't care about his own life, and praise the purple horse beyond the ordinary. 3, "Reading Music in Four Seasons" Yuan-Weng Sen Original: Xiuzhu pressed the eaves and sang around, and the village was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.
Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night. Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.
The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind. Newly grown bamboo hangs under the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house.
My little study room is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains.
Just because I have always known the pleasure of reading, I lie leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the ancient Xi era. Reading is fun, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the lyre.
4, "Smell the cicada" Song-You Jiuyan Original: The mountain is dark and quiet, so the garden should be built. Cicada chirps deep in the tree, and the sunset outside the forest is sparse.
Slowly, the hillside became dark and the door of the old garden was ajar. Cicada on the old tree began to sing, and the sun outside the forest began to set.
5, "Cicada" Tang-Yu Shinan original: hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
On the bleak phoenix tree, cicadas drink low and clear dew, and the cicada sound is crisp and loud, echoing among the trees. Living on high branches, the swarm can be proud. Without the help of autumn wind, the sound is still far away.
2. Poems describing insects ★ Bai Lianhua is like a peach blossom but the rain can't destroy it, like a peony spouting mud; It seems that the Spring Festival is elegant and affectionate, but the fruit is not proud.
★ Under the morning sun, among the green trees, a string of longan is like a chubby little urchin, grinning.
★ Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding to show half her face.
Cherry blossoms covered the stockade like white clouds.
★ Autumn, reddish persimmons, like a flame, amaze you.
★ Every persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the news of a bumper harvest of oranges to people.
★ The white clouds in the vineyard are green, and the dense grapes are like pearl towers, which makes people feel fragrant.
★ The grape named "Crystal" is long, green and crystal clear. It really looks like it was carved with crystal and jade.
★ Under the lush leaves, a bunch of grapes, some purple and some green, are covered with shelves, like agate and jade.
★ Red pomegranate flowers are hung on the tree, and the pomegranate tree is dressed like a shy girl.
★ Mature pomegranate sometimes bursts, just like a child's mouth is wide open, revealing neat teeth.
★ All the pomegranates are cracked, revealing pomegranate seeds like teeth, and the leaves on the top are gathered together like bows, which is more beautiful.
★ In late autumn, all the pomegranates on this tree have cracked their mouths, as if they were blooming flowers.
★ Pomegranates are ripe, spreading their lovely round faces and smiling faces like dolls, scrambling to report the good news of maturity to people.
★ When the pomegranate fruit is ripe, it will crack a bite, revealing pearls and agate-like seeds, like white teeth when a girl smiles.
The leaves of coconut trees are like long feathers. When there is wind, the shadows of trees sway, and when there is no wind, they are elegant and beautiful.
★ Tall and straight coconut trees with leaves scattered under the blue sky like peacock tails.
★ A tall coconut tree is like a sun umbrella, always leaning towards the sea and slightly bending.
★ The distant Woods are shining with faint green light, and the green leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, as if singing a beautiful song.
★ The Woods woke up, combed their hair in the morning breeze, and were busy wiping the rosy glow on their faces.
★ The Woods are rustled by the breeze and look like the undulating waves of the sea from a distance.
★ The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like a paper-cut painting with suitable shades.
★ Deciduous poplars, elms and locust trees spread their branches like charcoal to the gray sky.
★ The forest in June is full of all kinds of wild flowers, which are as bright as gems and covered with brocade.
★ In the maple forest, countless red leaves are like red butterflies, covered with branches.
★ This huge maple forest is like a color mixing basin filled with pigments, with yellow and purple ... it is simply everything, which makes people dizzying.
★ Maple leaves all over the mountains are red, as red as sunset glow and as red as flaming clouds. They seem to be challenging the cold autumn. It's really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers".
★ I saw more than a dozen tall maple trees, and the maple leaves were all red, just like piles of flames that could not be extinguished.
★ I gently picked up a maple leaf. Red leaves have a clear time pulse, but the color is like a burning flame.
★ On the mountainside, Cotinus coggygria is covered with trees and leaves are like clouds. In autumn, the forest is in full swing, just like a girl in red.
3. What are the poems describing cicadas? 1. The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
No sooner had I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south than the chirping of cicadas disappeared. I climbed a building 100 feet high, and at first glance, water and sky were connected. Neither Frost Moon Goddess nor Chang 'e in the Moon is afraid of cold. They compete in the cold and frost, and compete in the cold and frost.
2, "Look"-the author Yuan Mei Qing Dynasty
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.
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree.
3. "A letter from my job in Wangchuan to Pei Di"-A comparison of the translations by the authors in the Tang Dynasty.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Hanshan became particularly gloomy and gloomy, and autumn water slowly flowed into the distance day by day. My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind. The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away. I met Pei Di again, the neat drunk, and I was as crazy as Tao Qian in front of me.
4, "Early Autumn Garden"-the author Yang Wanli lived in the Song Dynasty
The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.
Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately.
The setting sun seems heartless, but it is actually the most affectionate. Cicadas on the trees in the garden are chirping loudly and desperately in the short time when the sun sets, and cicadas are everywhere in the garden.
The chirping of cicadas seems to be around, 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 Fairy, Twilight and cicada all set in the sunset"-author Tang Wenxi
Twilight cicadas set in the sunset, and silver toad shadows hung in Xiaoxiang. Huangling Temple is surrounded by water.
Chushan mangroves are separated by high Tang Dynasty by misty rain.
The fishing lamp on the shore is broken and the white apples are far away. Green drum rhymes with Qing merchants.
Zhu Xian is sad, rinspeed is eternal.
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.
The river shook the lights of fishing boats on the shore, and there was a thick fragrant wind in the distance. The sound of the waves seems to be that ChristianRandPhillips is playing a plaintive tune, and the plaintive wailing of scarlet stringed instruments reverberates in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.
4. Cicada Poems 1, Early Cicada (Bai Juyi Tang)
On the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings.
Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind.
Recall the past and listen to it under the pagoda tree in the East Palace.
Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city.
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On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, cicadas on the trees by the river began to sing.
Cicadas hide in the dense leaves of heather trees and call two or three times at night.
The cicada's cry suddenly made me feel that my temples were white and I couldn't go back to my previous home.
Before the autumn wind blows, the sad mood has emerged from the bottom of my heart.
When I was still working in the East Palace, I always listened to cicadas singing under locust trees.
Now infinite melancholy, like white clouds hanging over the city, makes people breathless.
2. Cicada (Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty)
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.
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Living on high branches is not enough to eat. Although you lament hatred, no one sympathizes.
After the fifth watch, the sound of sparse trees was almost cut off, but the trees remained green and motionless.
The official position is humble, the whereabouts are erratic, the home is difficult to return, and the hometown and countryside have long been deserted.
Thank you for calling me up. Me too. My house is surrounded by a fence, and my family is very poor.
3. Cicada (Yu's Southern Tang Dynasty)
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.
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Cicada hangs down its tentacles like a hat tassel and sucks the sweet dew. The loud sound comes from the tall and straight branches of the buttonwood tree.
Cicada can spread far because of its high voice, not by the strength of autumn wind.
4. West wind on Huanxisha Lake (Yan Shusong)
The west wind on the lake urges dusk. 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.
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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. After a short stay, I rode to the upcoming party.
When you leave, don't refuse the wine in the cup. After returning to Korea, you should be as close as possible to the emperor, so that your career can be stable. I just don't know when we can be together again.
5. Bimonthly (Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty)
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
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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.
In the middle of the month, the frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and beautiful in the cold and frost.
5. What are the poems about 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 glance, 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.
6. Poems with cicadas make the forest quieter and Tonamiyama quieter.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
"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 Moonlit Walk on 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)
7. A poem that cicadas can't sleep
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said: "It is natural for people to be heartbroken without adding troubles to cicadas" ("Listen 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 Meng Hao ran: "It's cold in Mufeng tonight, and cicadas are singing, which weighs on my heart" (Qin Zhong sends people away),
Tang Yuanzhen: "Mangrove cicadas are full of sunset red, and bald heads send each other sorrow" ("Send to 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 Liu Yong: "It's cold and sad, Changting is late, and showers are 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".
8. Read the following poem about cicadas and tell me what you found. When the male cicada sings in despair, it can summon the female cicada from Fiona Fang 1000 territory. When the female cicada flies to a close distance, the male cicada constantly emits a unique low-volume "courtship sound" to attract the female cicada to approach. At the same time, female cicadas can also make low-volume responses. Only by getting to know each other can we achieve the purpose of mating.
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The phrase "cicada singing" has been circulated for thousands of years as a swan song. All cicadas in the forest make sounds, which should be noisy; Birds can be clearly heard in the ear. This poem seems absurd. But on reflection, it is quiet, but not quiet. The single noise of cicadas reflects the silence of the environment. The next sentence gives people the same feeling as the previous one. This is the uniqueness of poetry. "Yanshi family precepts? The article said: "Wang Ji's poem" Entering Ruoyexi "says:' Cicada makes the forest quiet, but the Yingong Mountain is more secluded. "Jiangnan thinks that the text is broken and there is no objection." "Poetry? Xiaoya? " There is a saying in "Car Attack" that "A?vagho?a is small, leisurely and smooth", and "Mao Zhuan" says: "Words are not noisy." It is obviously "rustling A?vagho?a", but it is said to mean "don't make any noise", which is similar to the sentence "cicada singing" The so-called meaning is unspeakable, which is exactly what it means.