1. Ancient poems about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin
Originally, it was difficult to get enough food, and I hated to work in vain.
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.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
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.
"Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
Send Di Zongheng
Wang Changling
In autumn, the water is clear, the mountains are full of cicadas, and the trees in Luoyang sing and smoke.
I am filled with sorrow as I send you back home, but I also cherish the time to spend the cool windy day.
Work on Sheriguan Road
Bai Juyi
Evening view of Hanguan Road, cool breeze in the sun.
There are new swallows in the blue rocks, and there are no cicadas in the mangroves.
I am worried about standing on the post building, but I am tired of walking in front of the official gate.
The depression and autumn are hard, and the twenties are approaching.
Just Smell the Autumn Wind
Liu Yuxi
I used to see the yellow chrysanthemums and bid farewell to you, but now I hear the mysterious cicadas and I return.
Five nights of sleeping in front of the pillow, one night of makeup in the mirror.
The fur of Ma Si's grass fists twitches, and his sleepy eyes open against the blue clouds in the sky.
The heaven and earth are clear and open to hope, and I will help you with your illness and get on a high platform.
East Tower of Xianyang City
Xu Hun
As soon as I get to the high city, I feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows are like Tingzhou.
The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, and the sun is sinking into the pavilion. The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.
The green Qin Garden is under the birds at dusk, the cicadas are chirping and the leaves are yellow in the Han Palace in autumn.
Pedestrians should not ask about what happened in the past, for the water from the Wei River flows eastward from my homeland.
Silent Song of Canglang
Su Shunqin
Walking around the empty pavilion alone, the steps are made of stone, and the tranquility is unparalleled in the world.
The sound of cicadas echoing through sparse homes, and wild vines creeping into broken windows.
The second son died of hunger when the time came, and the third son sank into the river when he was driven out.
I have eaten well today and slept well, but I hate that the wine is not enough for me.
Gexiyi
Wang Anshi
The moon is missing and it is still dark, but a lamp comes to illuminate the autumn bed.
When you are sick, you feel the wind and dew most early. When you return to your dream, you don’t know how long the mountains and rivers are.
Sitting there, I feel the generosity of the songs of my age, and look at the desolate color of the sky and the earth.
The chirping cicadas are even more confusing to people's ears, and they are hugging the sparse tung leaves that are half yellow. 2. Ancient poems about cicadas, urgently needed
"The autumn cicadas sing in the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: The Bright Moon and the Bright Night Light") "The singing cicadas "The sound of cold weather makes the chrysanthemums shine in the autumn flowers" (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County") "The cicadas mourn without leaving a sound, and the wild geese sing in the sky"
(Tao Yuanming's "September 9th, Jiyou Year") "Garden." The willows have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are startled at the order." (Sui Wang Youli's "Fu De Gao Liu Ming Cicada") "The micro creatures created by nature can always respond to the call" (Tang Xu Shang's "Smell the Cicada") "The high cicada has such a distant rhyme, "The lush trees have lingering sounds" ("Nan'an Daozhong" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty) "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the lingering sound echoes through the high tower" ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches. The strings are cut off, and the pipes are scattered." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicadas") "The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountains become more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek") "The spring slips into the deep throat. , The sound of the piano comes and goes.
The long wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches. "(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night. >" (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night") "If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" (Southern Dynasties Chen Liu Xi's "Poetry of Chanting Cicadas") "Drinking dew can make your body cleaner, and your singing style will be longer. "(Tang Dynasty Dai Shulun's "Painting of Cicadas") "Listen to the autumn cicadas, they are not in one place. Turning the flute, the crowd is noisy and learning to play the sheng; the wind is drifting and the sound is full of interruptions..." "Listening to the singing cicadas is extremely sad.
The noise echoes in the jade trees and grows beside the Golden Gate. The wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew is for the morning meal. The evening breeze is full of dew, and the high voice in autumn makes me aware of it. "Yang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "Looking at things with me, all old things have my color" (Wang Guowei) "Human Words").
Just as 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" ("Listening to Cicadas"). Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty: "Nowadays, the cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be a stranger to you? I feel that I am old and can make all kinds of emotions come alive" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "When I hear the sadness, I feel sad, and then I hear the nostalgia.
The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first.
Who listens to Hengmen? "In the locust flowers at dusk" ("Early Cicada"); Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: "Before the cicada sounds, I feel that the passing of time has passed.
As soon as 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 comes in the evening, and hearing the cicada makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuanshang") "People"), Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and the white-headed friends send each other to grief" ("Song Lu Poetry"). Tang Yong Yuzhi: "The sound of clear summer heat makes the body fluid 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" ("Wearing Cicada"); Tang Luyin: "Deeply Hidden high in the back of the willow, the slanting light can make you feel lonely and sad about the past. I am still afraid that the traveler's head is not white, and he repeatedly moves the tree and flies with the sound" ("Late Cicada"); Tang Yaohe: "Autumn comes and sings more bitterly, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Hearing the Cicada to Jia Dao"); Song Liuyong: "The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the sudden rain has begun to subside. "
("Rain Lin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Yinfang Campus on March 25th". (3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals and ambitions, or to metaphor their own rough and unfortunate life experience. p>
The first thing that should be mentioned is of course what is known as the "Three Wonders" of the Tang Dynasty's cicada poems: Drinking the clear dew while standing tall and far away, it is not to borrow the autumn wind.
——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the southern crown are thinking about invasion. They can't bear the shadow of the black hair, and they come to sing against the white head.
It is difficult to fly in due to the heavy wind, and it is easy to sink. No one believes in Gao Jie.
- King Luo Bin's "Song of Cicada in Prison" It is difficult to eat in vain, and the desire to break up at the fifth watch is heartless.
p>The thin official base is still widespread, and the hometown has been wiped out. I am the most worried about you, and I also want to clean up my family.
——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" The three poems are all borrowed from the Tang Dynasty. Cicadas are famous works with different meanings, but their meanings are very different, and each has its own uniqueness. Shi Buhua, a Qing Dynasty poet, commented on this in his "Xian Mai Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is far away, but the meaning is different." "Borrowing the autumn wind" is a saying from Tsinghua University; King Luo Bin's "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind is noisy" is a saying from people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of high expenses, but it's futile and hateful" is a saying from people who complain.
Bixing is different. "Attachment: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" written by King Luo Bin. The Yu Forbidden House, to the west of the Forbidden Wall, is where the Facao Hall is located. There are several ancient locust trees.
Although the business can be seen, it is the same as Yin Zhongwen's withered tree. And the lawsuit is here, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gantang. Every evening, the cicadas are scattered and making quiet noises.
How can people's hearts be different from those in the past? Listen to it before, sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous. Therefore, the body is cleansed, and the noble character is revealed; the skin is shed, and the spirit of immortality is revealed.
When the time comes, follow the numbers of yin and yang; respond to the changes, and examine the opportunities to use them. If you have an open mind, don't blind yourself to the blindness of the road; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgar thick make it easy to see.
Singing the gentle breeze of the trees, the beauty of the sky; drinking the falling dew of autumn, clear and fearful of others.
Do not feel sad but blame yourself, and do not waver. Falling and dying first. Hearing the sound of cicadas, he realizes that he has been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, he is afraid of the crisis.
I write poems based on my feelings to express my feelings. , mourning the falling of weak feathers; sending people to know, pity the loneliness of the remaining sound.
It is not a literary poem that replaces the sorrowful clouds. (4) Unlike the poems about Yan, there are also ridicules of cicadas in the poems about cicadas. The representative work is the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. Lu Guimeng said: "Only the wind makes the move, and the willows are the capital."
What’s the point of having a clear belly, and even less of a pair of thin feathers? "Luo Yin: "The earth's work is a legacy, and I am in harmony with you.
The wind and dew are so full now that we should forget the time when it was dew and turbid. "In Lu Zhi's writing, cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; while in Luo's writing, cicada is a follower of people.
The two poems use cicada to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty. Dark. (5) The rest are as follows: "The sound of cicadas from the tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also about you."
Whenever everyone has nothing to do, every time he hears it, he seems not to hear it." ("Cicada"), Zhu Shouxin of the Qing Dynasty wrote, "Hide the leaves in the deep forest, and take advantage of the time to chant the wisdom. "How can I forget my distant journey, drink the dew and my heart will be clear" ("Wing the Cicada"), which are also good sentences to express feelings through cicadas, and each sentence has its own inspiration; Chen Zhengjian, a poet of the Southern Dynasty, "Ode to Autumn Cicadas and Liu Yinghengyang" "Wang Jiao's Poems" "Wind. 3. Poems about Cicada
Fan Huang's sentence "The cicada's temples are skillfully cut to be afraid of the wind, and all their eyebrows are made to fear the jealousy of others."
Lu Chang's sentence The cicadas are noisy into the clouds and the trees are blooming in the wind without a master. ("Cui Jian Yi Lin Ting")
Geng Mao's sentence: There are many tall trees, and the cool breeze blows, and the cicadas' feet are scattered and the sound is broken. (See "Hai Lu Sui Shi").
Li Shimin gave the weak willows and the cicadas singing in the autumn. The willows on the jade steps are scattered, and the cicadas are hidden in the green. The tiny shape is hidden in the leaves, before the wind blows out.
Shangguan Yi entered Chao Luo Di and walked on the moon. The rivers and rivers flowed widely, and he drove his horse to Changzhou. Magpies are flying over the mountains at dawn, cicadas are noisy in the wild autumn wind.
One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi Jiang Xing (one poem by Qian Jue). Seeing the bottom of the autumn water, the sky is full of joy. There are still companions in the travel chant, and there are several cicadas on the willow trees.
Yang Ling sees off guests to Muzhou. The water is as vast as the southern sky, and the lonely boat is gone. I am surprised by the visitors on the autumn road, and there are several cicadas at dusk.
Sikong Shu’s Farewell Praise: Today, after the mountains have cleared up, the remaining cicadas and chrysanthemums are blooming. Climbing the stairs to see the autumn colors is where I feel most lovesick.
Miscellaneous words by Sikong Shu The scenery of Fuyu is moving to the west, and the wind and rain are sprinkled with light rain. Swallows are blowing across the green land, cicadas are chirping on red leaf branches.
Han Yu Fenghe Guozhou Liu Geshi Shijun Jun Santang's new inscription twenty-one poems·Liu Xi Who planted the willow tree? Don't use any mooring cables, as there will be cicadas everywhere.
Xu Ning's Two Songs to Escape the Summer. The spots are many and the tube is cold, and the hair has few horns and the crown is clear. Under the long forest to escape the summer heat, the cicadas are heard again.
Lu Chang Smells the Early Cicada The early morning cicada sounds anxious at sunset, and the guest feels even more sad when he hears it. A sound comes to my pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown.
Lu Chang bid farewell to Liu Duangong and even rode out of the capital, the autumn cicadas were noisy in the tall willow trees. Farewell to an old friend at sunset, drunkenly without drinking.
Three Poems by Li Shen and Jin Gong The Diao Chan Gong walks alone, the Mandarin Heron and I are in the same group. When you insert feathers, you fly wine first, and when you fight, you write articles.
Zhang Hu Jingling City at dusk. Heartbroken Bajiang moon, where is the sound of cicadas at night?
Du Mu’s inscription on Chushi Mountain Villa is a masterpiece. A good bird is suspicious of knocking on a chime, and a wind cicada recognizes a kite. Xiuhuang and Jiashu grow on half a rock.
Yu Fu's Jingqiu: The orioles chirp before passing through, and the cicadas chirp and whistle. How can the hair on the temples not be like a thousand branches of snow?
Sikong Tu Three Poems After the Chaos The beauty can last for a few days, but I feel melancholy and hear cicadas again. There are many upstarts in the industry, but they only live in seclusion for many years.
One Hundred Untitled Poems by Qian Jue. Seeing the bottom of the high autumn water, I am happy for thousands of miles to the sky. There are still companions in the travel chant, and there are several cicadas on the willow branches.
Twenty-nine continuations of ancient poems by Chen Tao. Coral trees in southern China are good at cutting the whips of heavenly horses. The fish and dragons are incomprehensible, and the sea is full of cicadas and cicadas.
Twenty-nine continuations of ancient poems by Chen Tao The Qin family has expensive clothes, and they are originally the sons of the family. As soon as the Golden Palace receives a favor, Diao Chan fills the countryside.
Anonymous's Spiritual Sound Ci This sound is not ordinary, and I know it is a spiritual sound. It has never left my ears, high and low like a cicada.
Anonymous's spiritual words are kept in the heart, and they are repeated without stopping. Poor crisp night, listening to the cicadas singing.
Lu Guimeng's sentence says that the cicada belly and turtle intestines are not mentioned. (See "Hou Xiaolu" below)
Zhiding Sentence: The cicadas died on the leaves of the phoenix tree, and the waves in Dongting were strong one night. (See Zhang Wei's "Host and Guest Picture")
Liu Zhaoyu's sentence: People chatting in dangerous buildings, cicadas sing in the tall willows. ("Climbing the Tower in Autumn", see "Yinchuang Miscellaneous Records")
Qi Ji's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Willow Branches In front of the corridor beside the Guanwa Palace, relying on the king of Wu to raise green smoke. When the sword was gone, the country was destroyed, the terraces and pavilions were destroyed, but the cicadas were noisy in the autumn with the mangroves. 4. Search for poems about the image of cicada, including the meaning of cicada in the poem.
1. The emotion that life is like a dream penetrates the author's subjective feeling of pity for life.
The poem in Yuan Zhen's "Poem of Farewell to Lu Kan", "The sound of mangrove cicadas fills the setting sun, and the white-headed friends are doubly hurt when sending each other off." ” This group of images naturally blended into one. The cicada accompanying the setting sun and mangroves is a true portrayal of a bald man. Coupled with the sadness of parting, it is a movement of downward condensation. The image of the cicada highlights the poet's subjective feeling, that is, the heaven and earth are long. , life is like a white horse passing through a gap, the tragic color is fleeting, the words are subtle and the purpose is far-reaching, wonderful and wonderful.
Chen Ziang's "Twelve of Thirty-six Encounter Poems" "The cicada is called Bailu, and it has been wasted years. The group of things has changed, and the lonely hero will be helpless." The poem says that the cicada is on the surface. When the white dew arrives, there is no doubt that one will die, and the helpless sadness is essentially a cicada metaphor for his own tragic feelings of not being a hundred years old and the desolate wind and rain of life. The author's subjective feelings of pity for life undoubtedly permeate between the lines.
2. The helplessness of the natural reality expresses the author’s sad and sad feelings of traveling
The aesthetic feeling of autumn is a sad mood, and cicadas can easily exaggerate this desolation The atmosphere blends the image of loneliness and loneliness into the farewell journey.
For example, Xu Tang's "Cicada" "The coolness of autumn is gradually approaching, and my thoughts are clear at night. I am silently answering my questions, and I am swaying slightly as if I want to act." "Silent" and "desire to act" in the poem , not only writes about cicadas, but also writes about people. The poet places the sorrow of separation in the cicada, and the loneliness and desolation of the cicada is the incarnation of the poet. The author places this sorrow of journey on the cicada, which reflects that human beings are ordinary living beings. Facing the vast and vast universe, the loneliness, helplessness and helplessness shown in the separation of life and death, and in the frustration of officialdom.
Zhu Xi, a famous scholar in the Song Dynasty, said in "Hearing the Cicadas in the Temple": "The leaves have passed through the darkness of summer, and the sound of cicadas can be heard tonight. It has been a surprise for the guests, and it is even more worthy of the setting sun." The guests heard the cicadas chirping. Why are you surprised? It is not difficult to see that the cicadas in the sunset are sad and sad. The autumn sun sets in the west, the day is gone, and the cicadas have no choice but to cry out in the cold night, which makes people feel sad. Zhu Xi placed all his sorrow on the cicada, which, like Xu Tang's "Cicada", reflects the insignificance and helplessness of human beings as ordinary living beings in the face of nature. At the same time, it also possesses philosophical thinking: "cicada" and "guest" have become one in this "surprise", sighing in the cold autumn of falling trees and setting sun.
In the reader's artistic imagination, "cicada" and "guest" can completely change places, and it has indeed reached an artistic realm where the object and self are connected, and the subject and the image are integrated.
The chirping of cicadas once made Yong Yuzhi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty who had no ambition and had no ambition to serve the country but had nowhere to show it, burst into tears: "One sound of clear summer heat, several places caused the body to shed blood. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter. The first time I heard it, I was alone" ("Morning Cicada"). Cicadas are ignorant, and their chirping has nothing to do with sadness. However, many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas. This is just because the poets themselves are sad. Just as Wang Guowei said in "Human Words": "Looking at things with me, all old things have my color."
3. The symbol of noble and elegant personality or a metaphor for a rough and unfortunate life experience
p>The ancients thought that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals and ambitions, or to metaphor their own rough and unfortunate life experience. .
Yu Shinan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem entitled "Cicada": "I drank the clear dew while standing down, and the sound of the flowing trees was scattered. I raised my voice far away, not to borrow the autumn wind." As a former official of the Sui Dynasty, Yu Shinan was retained by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty because of his talents, broad knowledge and integrity, and was highly regarded. As a result, the singing cicada in his works became a symbol of noble and elegant personality, and a confession that the poet himself was reused because of his noble character rather than external power.
Another example is Luo Binwang's "Cicadas in Prison": "The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are deep in thought. The shadow of the mysterious temples comes to sing to the white head. It is difficult to fly in due to the heavy dew, and it is easy to fly with the sound of the wind. Shen. No one trusts Gao Jie, who can show his heart? "Someone said, "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind blows." Every word in the two sentences talks about myself." . King Luo Bin was framed and imprisoned because he offended Wu Zetian by writing a letter to discuss political affairs. He was so angry that he wrote this poem in prison. "Heavy dew" and "many winds" are metaphors for the pressure of the environment; "difficult to fly in" is a metaphor for political dissatisfaction; "easy to sound" is a metaphor for suppressed speech; "no one believes in nobleness" is a metaphor for one's noble character but Not understood by people of the time. The whole poem uses appropriate examples, uses natural allusions, and contains many puns. It conveys feelings and interest in the chanting of things, and moves from things to people and from people to things, achieving the state of oneness between things and myself, which is rare among cicada poems. excellent work.
The poem "Cicada" by Li Shangyin, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, goes like this: "It's hard to fill up because of the height, but it's in vain and hates the sound. The fifth watch is so sparse that it wants to be cut off, and the green trees are ruthless. The thin official stalks are still broad. , The hometown has been wiped out. Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my family." The poet is full of knowledge and has lofty ambitions, but he is not reused because of his arrogance and arrogance. Later, he fell into the cracks of partisanship between Niu and Li and fell into despair for the rest of his life. thus. When the poet heard the cicada's singing, he associated it with his own innocence from the cicada's nobility, and associated it with his own desolation when he had no sympathy from others. As a result, I couldn't help but sigh, "It's hard to be full" and "I hate the sound of wasting money". 5. Poems about Cicada
Fan Huang's sentence "The cicada's temples are skillfully cut to be afraid of the wind, and all their eyebrows are made to fear the jealousy of others."
Lu Chang's sentence The cicadas are noisy into the clouds and the trees are blooming in the wind without a master. ("Cui Jian Yi Lin Ting") Geng Mao's sentence: There are many tall trees, and the cool breeze blows, and the cicadas' feet are scattered and make no sound.
(See "Hai Lu Sui Shi"). Li Shimin wrote: "The weak willows sing and the autumn cicadas sing. The scattered shadows of the willows on the jade steps are hidden in the greenery, and the cicadas sing in the autumn."
The tiny shape is hidden in the leaves, before the wind blows out. Shangguan Yi entered Chao Luo Di and walked on the moon. The Guangchuan River flowed across the river, and he drove his horse to Changzhou.
Magpies fly over the mountains at dawn, and cicadas make noise in the wild autumn wind. One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue) Seeing the bottom of the autumn water, the sky is full of joy.
There are still companions in the song of travel, and there are several cicadas on the willow tree. Yang Ling saw off the guests to Muzhou. The water was as vast as the southern sky, and the lonely boat was gone.
I am surprised by the visitors on the autumn road, and there are several cicadas at dusk. Sikong Shu, Bie Zhang Zan Today, after the mountains have cleared up, the remaining cicadas and chrysanthemums are blooming.
Climbing upstairs to see the autumn colors is the most lovesick place. Miscellaneous Words by Sikong Shu The rest of the scenery moves to the west, and the wind and rain sprinkle the light rain.
Swallows are blowing in the green ground, cicadas are chirping in red leaves. Han Yu Fenghe Guozhou Liu Geshi envoy Jun Santang's new inscription twenty-one poems: Willow Creek Who planted the willow tree?
Don't leave a mooring cable, there is a cicada's call everywhere. Xu Ning's two poems about escaping the summer heat. There are many spots on the tube, the mat is cold, and the hair has few horns and the crown is clear.
Under the long forest to escape the summer heat, the chilling cicadas are heard again. Lu Chang Wen the morning cicada The sunset is early and the cicada is anxious, and the guest feels even more sad when he hears it.
A sound comes to my pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown. Lu Chang bid farewell to Liu Duangong and rode out of the capital. Autumn cicadas were noisy in the tall willows.
Saying farewell to an old friend at sunset, one is drunk regardless of alcohol. Three Poems by Li Shen and Jin Gong The Diao Chan Gong walks alone, the Mandarin Heron and I are in the same group.
The first thing to do is to fly the wine, and then write the article when fighting. Zhang Hu's "Jingling Tomb" at night. The south wind blows five taels, and the sun sets at Jingling City.
The moon is broken over the Bajiang River, where is the sound of the cicadas at night? Du Mu inscribed Zhang Chushi's villa. A good bird is suspicious of a chime, and a cicada recognizes a kite.
Xiuhuang and Jiashu grow on half a rock. Yu Fu Jingqiu: Orioles chirp before passing through the gate, cicadas chirp and whistle.
How can I have two hairs on my temples instead of a thousand branches of snow? Sikong Tu, three poems after the chaos. The beauty can last for a few days, but I feel melancholy and hear the cicadas again.
There are many upstarts in the industry, but they only live in seclusion for many years. Qian Jue's "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the River": Seeing the bottom of the high autumn water, the sky is full of joy.
There are still companions in the song of travel, and there are several cicadas on the willow tree. Twenty-nine continuations of ancient poems by Chen Tao: Coral trees in southern China are good at cutting heavenly horse whips.
The fish and dragons cannot understand the words, and the sea is full of empty cicadas. Twenty-nine continuations of ancient poems by Chen Tao: The Qin family's clothes are expensive, and they are originally the sons of the family.
As soon as the Golden Palace receives a favor, Diao Chan fills the countryside. Anonymous's "Ling Xiang Ci" This sound is not ordinary, I know it is a spiritual fairy.
It has never left my ears, high and low like a cicada. Anonymous's spiritual words keep the thought in the heart forever, and there is no pause in the sound.
On a poor crisp night, I listen to the cicadas singing quietly. Lu Gui Meng's sentence only talks about washing the stream and pillowing on the stone, not mentioning the belly of the cicada and the intestines of the turtle.
(See "Hou Xiaolu" below) Zhiding Sentence: The old cicadas on the sycamore leaves died, and the waves in Dongting swept through the night. (See Zhang Wei's "Host and Guest Picture") Liu Zhaoyu's sentence: Chatting in the dangerous building is distracting, and the cicadas are singing in the tall willows.
("Climbing the Tower in Autumn", see "Yinchuang Miscellaneous Records") Qi Ji's Songs and Songs·Yangliu Branch In front of the corridor beside the Guanwa Palace, relying on the king of Wu to raise the green smoke. When the sword was gone, the country was destroyed, the terraces and pavilions were destroyed, but the cicadas were noisy in the autumn with the mangroves. 6. Idioms and ancient poems about "cicada", urgent
Chanting Cicada in Prison and Preface to King Luo Bin for details. Switch to Baidu to search for Yu Jinsuo. The west of the forbidden wall is a matter of the law hall. There are ancient locust trees and beads. Yan.
Although the business can be seen, it is the same ancient tree as Zhongwen of Yin Dynasty, and the lawsuit is here, that is Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo. Every time the sunset shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them.
How can people's hearts be different from those of the past, listening to the sound of insects in front of them with sadness? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtuous person is used to represent the virtuous.
Therefore, cleansing one's body shows the noble character of a gentleman and admiring others. Shedding one's skin shows the spiritual appearance of becoming a fairy. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang, respond to the changes, and store the opportunities.
If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the dim way; if you have wings, you are thin, don't let the vulgar thick and true. Singing to the gentle breeze of the trees, the charm is as high as the sky. Drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others.
The servant is lost and the road is difficult and dangerous, and he encounters a slight misfortune. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall.
Hearing the sound of flying crickets, I realize that the redress has been played. Seeing the response of love and things, I mourn the falling of weak feathers. The way is known to others, and I pity the loneliness of the remaining sounds. It's not about writing and ink, it replaces the sorrowful clouds.
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are deep in thought. Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud. No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity.
----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Cicada Li Shangyin's detailed content is switched to Baidu to search, which is difficult to satisfy. , futile and hateful. 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 Yu Shinan's detailed content Switch to Baidu to search for Chuisui Yinqing Dew, flowing out of the sparse trees. The reason for speaking loudly and staying far away is not to borrow the autumn wind.
----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Switch to Baidu to search for details of Bai Juyi, the seventh day of June On the same day, the river cicada began 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.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------Bai Juyi, the early cicada, switch to Baidu to search for the detailed content of Bai Juyi, the moonrise first illuminates the mountain. , Feng Sheng moves the water first. Just like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, it reaches the ears of idlers first.
As soon as you hear the sadness, you will feel the nostalgia again. The sound of cicadas in Weishang Village sounded similar at first.
Who will listen to Hengmen? In the locust flower at dusk. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------Bai Juyi heard the cicada at night on June 3rd. For details, switch to Baidu to search for Lotus Fragrance Dew Pendant. Liu Dong is very lively.
On the third night of the third lunar month, the new cicada chirps for the first time. At first I heard that I was a visitor from the North, but I listened quietly and recalled Tokyo.
I have a bamboo forest house, don’t let the cicadas sing again. I don’t know if the moon is over the pond, who will set the boat sailing? -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------When news broke that Cicada gave Liu Twenty-Eight and Bai Juyi's details, switch to Baidu and search for Cicada's voice. , Sophora japonica with two branches.
You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. Bai Gen's head is quick, Qing Yun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I would like to encourage you to open your eyebrows. -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Answer the detailed content of Meng De Wen Cicada Jian Jie Bai Juyi. Switch to Baidu to search for Kai Mingsi Haoran. Chanting alone before the evening breeze.
The appearance of the people is different from the day before, and the sound of cicadas is like last year. After the new rain of locust trees, the shadows of willows look like autumn.
After listening to this, I had no other plans, and I missed another chapter. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------For details of Feng Chan Zhao Gu, switch to Baidu to search for the wind cicada singing in the morning and evening, accompanied by the sound of autumn at night. .
All the guests from my hometown have returned, and I walk alone by the water. The noisy pavilion is surrounded by tall trees, and the dusk mountain is in shock.
No one can be seen anywhere, and the dust is everywhere. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------Listen to the detailed content of Zhao Gu, switch to Baidu to search for the sound of cicadas at the beginning of chaos, string Never smell it in the management building.
The number of people competing for help is overwhelming, and the autumn in my hometown is separated by clouds across the five lakes. 7. 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 of the night is still the same as the heat of the afternoon. When the door is opened, the moon is shining 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 the 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.