1. A poem about the cicada’s chirping throughout its life
A poem about the cicada’s chirping throughout its life 1. A poem about the cicada’s chirping that makes people unable to sleep
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p>Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any trouble, and it is natural that people are heartbroken by sorrow" ("Listening to Cicadas").
Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty "Nowadays, cicadas are chirping all of a sudden. Is it a sign of love for a foreigner? I feel that one year old can bring about all kinds of emotions" ("New Cicada");
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty : "As soon as I hear the sadness, I feel homesick again. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River is very similar. Who listens in Hengmen? In the locust flowers at dusk" ("Early Cicada");
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: "Before the cicada sounds, I already feel the passage of time. Once it enters the desolate ears, it is like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu Hearing the New Cicada");
Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze at sunset When you arrive, you will feel more sad when you hear the cicadas" ("The Master from Qin Zhong"),
Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas fills the sunset in the red trees, and we see each other in sorrow" ("Send Lu Shi") .
Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of clear summer heat will cause the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone" ("Morning Cicada");
Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the remnants of the sun and listen to it in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada");
Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "The slanting light on the back of the tall willow is hidden deep in the sky, and one can stand alone and feel sad about the past. I am still afraid of the traveler whose head is not white, and repeatedly Moving trees and flying with sound" ("Late Cicada");
Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "Autumn comes and the chanting becomes even more bitter, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing a Cicada to Jia Dao");
Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty: "The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to subside." ("Yulin Bell");
Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty: "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen? The sound of the cicadas is extremely meaningful." "Desolate" "March 25th, Yinfang School Garden".
2. Poems related to cicadas
1. Early Cicada (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty)
On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
As soon as the color on the temples fades away, the love of hometown will be stirred up again.
The west wind has not yet risen, but autumn thoughts come first.
I recall the past in Dongye, listening under the locust flowers.
Today there are endless thoughts, clouds and trees surround Huancheng.
Translation
On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, the cicadas on the trees by the river began to sing.
Cicadas hide in the dense leaves of heather trees and chirp two or three times in the evening.
The cry of the cicada made me suddenly realize that my temples were turning white and I could not go back to my previous home.
The autumn wind has not yet begun to blow, but sadness has already emerged from the bottom of my heart.
I recall that when I was still working in the East Palace, I would always listen to the chirping of cicadas under the locust tree.
The infinite sadness now is like white clouds covering the city, making people breathless.
2. Cicada (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)
It is difficult to eat because of the height, and it is in vain to complain.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.
The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.
After the fifth watch, the distant sounds almost disappeared, but the green trees were still as emotionless as ever.
My official position is humble, my whereabouts are erratic, I can’t return to my homeland, and the countryside in my hometown has long been deserted.
Your tweets make me alert. I am also living in poverty.
3. Cicada (Yu Shinan, Tang Dynasty)
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind.
Translation
The cicada lowered its tassel-like tentacles to suck the clear and sweet dew, and a loud sound came from the tall and sparse sycamore branches.
It is precisely because the cicada makes its sound from a high place that its sound can travel far, not by the power of the autumn wind.
4. Huanxisha·The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk (Yan Shu, Song Dynasty)
The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk. The clear dew at night wets the red lotus. I will stay for a long time and return to ride on horseback to celebrate the singing feast.
Don’t say goodbye to marigold wine. When entering the court, you must be near the smoke of the jade furnace. I don’t know when the reunion will be.
Translation
In the evening, the setting sun slanted, the breeze blew across the lake, and the cicadas kept chirping. As night falls, drops of clear dew dot the red lotuses, which is really lovely. After stopping for a while, he rode on horseback and rushed to the banquet that was about to begin.
When you are about to leave, never refuse the wine in your glass. After returning to the court, we need to stay close to the emperor to have a stable career. But we have been separated for now and we don’t know when we can get together again.
5. Frost Moon (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)
When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas, and the water reached the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Into one piece.
The Green Girl of the Frost God and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for beauty in the cold frost of the cold moon, comparing their pure and beautiful appearance.
3. What are the poems about the chirping of cicadas
1. "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. Original text: The heat at night is still the same as the heat at noon. Open the door and the moon will shine brightly.
Deep in the bamboos and densely populated by insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. Translation: The weather is hot at noon in summer, but I didn’t expect it to be so hot at night.
Open the door and stand under the moonlight for a while. At this time, the chirping of insects came from the bamboo forest and trees in the distance; waves of cool feeling also came to us.
However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the quiet coolness of nature. 2. "Song on the Fortress" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty. Original text: The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan Road in August.
It's cold when it comes out of the plug, and yellow reeds are everywhere. We have always been together in a quiet place, and we are all old and dusty.
Don’t imitate the knight-errant and boast about Ziliu. Translation: Cicadas are chirping in the dry and lonely mulberry forest. The Xiaoguan Road in August is refreshing and the autumn is high and deserted.
After leaving the fortress and then entering the fortress, the weather became colder, and there were withered and yellow reeds lying on the ground inside and outside the pass. Since ancient times, heroes from Hebei and Shanxi have grown old with dust and yellow sand.
Don’t imitate the knight-errant who relies on his bravery and does not care about his life, and boasts about his purple horse. 3. "The Joy of Reading at Four Seasons" by Weng Sen, Yuan Dynasty. Original text: Bamboos are planted on the eaves and surrounded by mulberry trees, and the small studio is quiet and spacious, and the bright Zhuhui shines.
The cicadas chirp in the trees when the day is long, and the fireflies fall into the curtains in the depths of night. The couple of Emperor Xi and his wife lie high above the north window, just for the sake of reading.
The joy of reading is endless, and the music of Yao Qin soothes the wind. Translation: Newly grown bamboo hangs down the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house.
My small study is quiet and bright, with bright sunlight shining in. The days are getting longer. After reading, you can listen to the chirping of cicadas on the trees. When reading at night, the lights are falling one by one, and fireflies are flying into the curtains.
Just because I have always known the joy of reading, I lay leisurely under the north window, as carefree as the people in the ancient Xihuang era. The joy of reading is endless, like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a piece of music on the Yao Qin.
4. "Smell the Cicada" Song Dynasty - You Jiuyan Original text: The mountains are quiet and the country is dark, so the hometown should be covered. The sound of cicadas rises from the trees, and the sun sets outside the forest.
Translation: Slowly the mountainside became dark, and the door of the old garden was ajar. The cicadas on the old trees began to chirp, and the sun outside the woods began to set.
5. "Cicada" by Yu Shinan, Tang Dynasty. Original text: Drooping down one's crotch to drink clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees. The reason for speaking loudly and staying far away is not to borrow the autumn wind.
Translation: Above the sparse sycamore trees, cicadas drank the clear dew, and their sound was clear and loud, echoing among the woods. Standing on a high branch, you can stand out from the crowd of insects. You don't need to rely on the autumn wind, and the sound is still far away.
4. What are the poems describing 'cicada'
1. "Frost Moon" - the author Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty
When I first heard that there were no cicadas in Zhengyan, A hundred-foot-high building with water reaching the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Translation: Just when I first heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot high building and looked far into the distance, where the water and the sky merged into one piece. The Goddess of Frost, Qingnu, and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their pure and beautiful appearance.
2. "What I See" - Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.
3. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Author Wang Wei Dynasty and Tang Dynasty Translation Comparison
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the ruins.
On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willows.
Translation: The cold mountains have become particularly lush and green, and the autumn water flows slowly into the distance day by day. I stood with my stick outside the door of the thatched cottage, listening to the singing of the cicada at dusk in the wind. The sun was about to set over the ferry, and wisps of smoke from the village were drifting away. Then I met Pei Di, my father-in-law, who was drunk and acted wildly in front of me, who was just like Tao Qian.
4. "Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn" - Author Yang Wanli, Dynasty Song Dynasty
The setting sun is the most ruthless and the most affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.
It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.
Translation: The setting sun seems ruthless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are taking advantage of the short time when the sun sets to sing loudly, and the garden is full of cicadas.
The cicada's chirping seems to be around you, 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 Immortal: The sound of cicadas at dusk falls in the setting sun" - author Mao Wenxi, Tang Dynasty
The sound of cicadas in dusk falls in the setting sun, and the shadow of silver toad hangs in Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple.
The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain.
The fishing lanterns on the shore are blown by the wind, and the white apples are fragrant in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty.
The red strings are sad, the clouds are scattered and the sky is long.
Translation: The setting sun bids farewell to the last chirping of cicadas, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple rolls up with waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.
The river shook the lights of the fishing boats on the shore, and the white apples wafted in the distance with a strong fragrance. The sound of the waves seemed like the concubine Xiang was playing a sad song of resentment, and the mournful cry of the scarlet strings lingered in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.
5. What are the poems describing cicadas
1. "Frost Moon" - the author Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty
When I first heard that there are no cicadas in Zhengyan, there are no cicadas. The building is high and the water reaches the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Translation: Just when I first heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot high building and looked far into the distance, where the water and the sky merged into one piece. The Goddess of Frost, Qingnu, and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their pure and beautiful looks.
2. "What I See" - Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.
3. "Wangchuan Leisurely Presents to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Author Wang Wei Dynasty and Tang Dynasty Translation Comparison
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins.
On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Translation: The cold mountains have become particularly lush and green, and the autumn water flows slowly into the distance day by day. I stood with my stick outside the door of the thatched cottage, listening to the singing of the cicada at dusk in the wind. The sun was about to set over the ferry, and wisps of smoke from the village were drifting away. Then I met Pei Di, my father-in-law, who was drunk and acted wildly in front of me, who was just like Tao Qian.
4. "Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn" - Author Yang Wanli, Dynasty Song Dynasty
The setting sun is the most ruthless and the most affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.
It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.
Translation: The setting sun seems ruthless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are taking advantage of the short time when the sun sets to sing loudly, and the garden is full of cicadas.
The cicada's chirping seems to be around you, 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 Immortal: The sound of cicadas at dusk falls in the setting sun" - author Mao Wenxi, Tang Dynasty
The sound of cicadas in dusk falls in the setting sun, and the shadow of silver toad hangs in Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple.
The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain.
The fishing lanterns on the shore are blown by the wind, and the white apples are fragrant in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty.
The red strings are sad, the clouds are scattered and the sky is long.
Translation: The setting sun bids farewell to the last chirping of cicadas, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple rolls up with waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.
The river shook the lights of the fishing boats on the shore, and the white apples wafted in the distance with a strong fragrance. The sound of the waves seemed like the concubine Xiang was playing a sad song of resentment, and the mournful cry of the scarlet strings lingered in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.
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"The cicadas are singing in the trees in autumn, and the black birds are passing away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night")
"The cicadas are singing with a cold sound, "Chrysanthemums bloom in autumn" (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County")
"The mourning cicadas leave no sound, and the wild geese sing in the sky" (Tao Yuanming's "September 9th, Ji You Year")
"The willows in the garden have been chirping for a long time, and the cicadas are frightened in response to the order" (Sui Wang Youli's "Fu De Gao Liu Cicada")
"The microorganisms created by nature can always sing in response to the call" (Xu Shang, Tang Dynasty) "Smell the Cicada")
"The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sound" (Song Zhu Xi's "Nan'an Road")
"The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the lingering sound echoes through the high trees." "Xuan" ("Listening to Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasty)
"The leaves are singing in the morning, and the branches are noisy at sunset. Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are mixed." "The cicadas see the message")
"The noisy cicadas make the forest quieter, and the birdsong mountains become more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream")
"The spring slips into the deep throat, and the piano sings Returning soon. The long wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches. "(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada")
"The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the cicadas sing in the middle of the night.
" (Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night")
"If you have to drink Xuantian Dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" ("Cicada Poems" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties)
"Drinking and exposing one's body is so clean that the chanting charm is longer" ("Painting Cicada" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty)
7. Poems describing the chirping of insects
★The white lotus is as bright as the peach blossom The buds are in bloom but not damaged by rain, like peonies blooming but not stained by the mud; like spring, elegant and affectionate but not proud of their fruitfulness.
★Under the morning sun, among the green trees, One by one, the longan is like a chubby little naughty boy, grinning happily.
★The hawthorns are starting to turn red, like shy little girls, hiding half of their faces.
★The cherry blossoms cover the village like white clouds.
★In autumn, the deep red persimmons, like a tree of flames, will amaze you. .
★Every persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the orange-red harvest news to people.
★There are layers of blue clouds in the vineyard. The dense clusters of grapes are like pearl towers, making people feel sweet and refreshing.
★The grapes called "crystal" are long, green, and crystal clear. It really looks like it is carved out of crystal and jade.
★Under the dense, lush leaves, the grapes are hanging all over the shelf, some purple-red, some green. , like agate, like emerald.
★Blooming red pomegranate flowers hang on the tree, dressing up the pomegranate tree like a shy girl.
★Ripe pomegranates. , sometimes the skin will explode, like a child opening its mouth wide, revealing its neat teeth.
★The pomegranates are all split open, revealing their tooth-like pomegranate seeds. The top leaves are all gathered together like a bow, making it more beautiful.
★In late autumn, all the pomegranates on the tree have their mouths opened, like blooming flowers. .
★Pomegranates are ripe, and they have cute round faces and smiles like dolls, vying to tell people the good news of maturity.
★Pomegranates are ripe. When it breaks open, the pearly agate-like seeds are revealed, like the white teeth of a girl smiling brightly.
★The coconut leaves are like long feathers, and the shadows of the trees are whirling when there is wind, and also when there is no wind. Elegant and beautiful.
★Tall coconut trees spread out like peacock tails under the blue sky. The sun umbrella is always tilted towards the sea, slightly bent.
★The grove in the distance is shining with green light, and the green leaves are gently swaying in the breeze, as if singing. A beautiful song.
★Shu Lin woke up, combed his hair in the morning breeze, and was busy wiping the rose-red morning glow on his face.
★Shu Shulin. When blown by the breeze, it makes a "rustling" sound. From a distance, it looks like the undulating waves of the sea.
★The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like paper-cut paintings of suitable shades.
★The poplar, elm, and locust trees that have lost all their leaves stretch out their charcoal-like branches toward the gray sky.
★The forest in June is full of wild flowers of all colors, as brilliant as if they were sprinkled with gems and covered with brocade.
★When you are in the maple forest, the countless red leaves are like red butterflies perched on the branches.
★This huge maple forest is like a mixing bowl filled with paints. Medium yellow, purple... there are literally everything you need, making it dizzying.
★The maple leaves all over the mountain are red, as red as the sunset, like burning clouds. They seem to be challenging the cold autumn. It is really "frost leaves are as red as February flowers."
★I saw more than a dozen tall and big maple trees, and the maple leaves on the trees were all red, like piles of eternal flames.
★I gently picked up a maple leaf. There were clear veins on the red leaf, but the color was like a burning flame.
★On the mountainside, there are clusters of cotinus trees, with branches and leaves like clouds. In the golden autumn, the forests are dyed in full swing, just like a girl in red dress.
8. What are the poems about "Summer Night, Cicadas and Frogs"
1. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ——"A Guest" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: During the plum rain season, every household is shrouded in mist and rain, and the sound of frogs can be heard from the edge of the grass-covered pond.
2. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. _Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Translation: The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear the cicadas in the distance. scream. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are bursts of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year is a good year for a bumper harvest.
3. After the rain, the evening smoke was sinking outside the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of frogs singing along with the guests. ——Wu Rong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Hearing Frogs on the Road to Xijing".
Translation: The smoke was low in the evening outside the woods after the rain, and suddenly there were frogs calling along with the singing of tourists.
4. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are densely buzzing with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. ——"Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" by Song Yang Wanli
Translation: From the bamboo forests and trees in the distance, there was a sound of chirping of insects; waves of coolness also drifted towards me. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the quiet coolness of nature.
5. When the day is long, the cicadas chirp in the trees, and in the deep of night, fireflies fall into the curtains. ——"The Joy of Reading at Four Seasons" by Yuan Wengsen
Translation: The days are getting longer. After reading, listen to the chirping of the cicadas on the trees; while reading at night, the lights are falling one by one. , and fireflies flew into the curtain.