A political prisoner was listening to cicadas, and a poem describing cicadas-Wang Luobin sang "Knowing the West", told me to be firm 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? ? ?
"How far the cicada flies, the green tree echoes" (Song Zhuxi. Middle section of Nan 'an Road). "Today cicadas suddenly sound, if the guest love? I feel old, and I can make everything feel alive "(The New Cicada by Don Sikong Shu). "A smell of sorrow, then listen to homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. Who is listening at Hengmen? " Before the cicada sang in Sophora japonica at sunset (Don's Early Cicada), I felt that I had passed away. As soon as I entered the bleak ear, I heard the broken string "(Liu Tang Yuxi answered the white punishments and heard the new cicada).
"Cicadas are nothing but sorrow, so people are heartbroken" (Song Yang Wanli's Listening to Cicadas) "Why should Yong Men play a song? Cicadas are bleak" (Liu Song Ke Zhuang's Drinking in the School Bookstore on March 25th) "Cicadas on the high trees enter the night clouds, worrying about both me and you. When you are idle, it seems that you don't smell it every time "(Don Cicada)
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.