What are the verses of the ancient cicada poem as follows:
1. Don’t invade the sun and listen to it in a foreign land. ——Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty, "Wearing Cicadas"
2. It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound. At five o'clock in the morning, I want to break up, and the green trees are ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened. Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will clean up my whole family. ——"Cicada"
3. The willow tree is not connected to the wild, and it is early cicada at first sight. Visitors have no fixed destination, so they should listen first. ——"Early Cicada"
4. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower has two branches. You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. ——"New Cicada Presents to Liu Twenty-Eight"
5. With the first call, ten thousand trees have already begun to blow in the west wind. I feel a sense of being a stranger in a foreign land before I leave Saihong. ——"Smell the Cicada"
6. The chanting in autumn is even more bitter, half swallowed and half followed by the wind. ——Yao He of the Tang Dynasty ("Sounding a Cicada Sends to Jia Dao")
7. Early in the morning, the 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. It must be that there is no high rhyme in the next level, it must be the white head hidden in the green mountains. ——"Morning Cicada"
8. The cool breeze comes at dusk, and hearing the cicada makes me sad. ——Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Qin Zhongshu Yuanyuan Master"
9. How clean is the body when drinking and dew, and the charm of chanting is longer. There are thousands of trees under the setting sun, but there is nowhere to hide from the praying mantis. ——"Painting Cicadas"
10. The cicadas are anxious when the sun sets early, and the guests feel even more sad when they hear it. A sound comes on the pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown. ——"Smell the Early Cicada"
11. When I hear the song, I feel sad, and then I hear the nostalgia. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first. ——Who in Hengmen listens? In the locust flower at dusk. ——"Early Cicada" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
12. Cicadas on the temples are like feathers. Qingwan reflects charmingly. Looking at the flowers by the lantern, I admire the bees clinging to the catkins. Spring is not yet promised. Baozheng Xianyuzhu. East wind dusk.
——"Silk Fishing"