The poem about catching cicadas is 1. Some poems about cicadas.
Yu Shinan's Cicada, one of the three cicada poems in the Tang Dynasty, is the earliest cicada poem in the Tang Dynasty.
There are four sentences in the whole poem: Dripping makes the dew clear, and flowing makes the trees sparse. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
This is an implicit and profound poem. It has been told by later generations since ancient times.
The first two sentences are realistic, and the first sentence is about the shape and feeding habits of cicadas. "Hanging", the cicada head has protruding tentacles, which looks like a drooping crown tassel.
The ancients thought that cicadas were noble and drank dew, so they said "drink clear dew". The second sentence is about cicada singing from a distance.
The word "sparse" is used to write the tall and straight branches of the phoenix tree, and the "flowing" cicada is endless and pleasant to hear. The word "Chu" is used to visualize the meaning conveyed by the cicada sound, as if people feel the loudness and strength of the cicada sound. The last two sentences are the crowning touch of the whole poem.
It is a discussion of poetry on the basis of the last two sentences. Cicadas spread in all directions. Generally speaking, people often think that it is the autumn wind, but poets have different understandings, emphasizing that it is because of "high" and self-satisfaction.
This unique feeling contains a truth: people with noble character do not need some external support (such as power and status, the help of powerful people) to be famous far and near. The word "self" and the word "non" in the two sentences echo each other, expressing warm praise and high self-confidence for people's inner character and showing a graceful demeanor.
Bixing in poetry is vivid and vivid, achieving the perfect unity of emptiness and reality, emotion and reason. Here, it reminds me of my childhood, holding a long bamboo pole with a trap made of oxtail tied to it, standing under the tree in a daze, looking at the cicada perched on a high treetop, trying to catch it but unable to catch it, so I had to look at its triumphant singing realm.
I can still imagine it ringing the eardrum. When I was a child, I only knew that I was playful, but I didn't know that the chirping of cicadas spread far and far, not because of the strength of autumn wind, but because of my own efforts, standing on a tall and clean tree.
A person's reputation is far-reaching, which depends on his own character and talent, not his power position. The world is strange. Self-sufficient, noble and independent people will not curry favor with power for fame and fortune. Therefore, they have a high reputation. On the contrary, even if they cling to some power, they will not have high prestige.
There are many incompetent people in history. They can enjoy the splendor of the world by virtue of their own relationship and inheritance, but they will never get a high reputation. Thousands of years of civilization evolution, thousands of years of beautiful vision, promote the development of human wisdom to the extent of looking for a needle in a haystack, how many times of epoch-making progress, so that many ancient things gradually disappear, fighting can no longer see blood-stained spears and shields, life has long used heavy stones and bronzes.
However, there is a thought-provoking phenomenon, that is, in the field of human spirit, it seems that nothing remains the same after thousands of years. Ugly behaviors such as vulgarity, meanness and selfishness are still common. Accompanied by the autumn wind, his reputation is abroad and he clings to the dignitaries. Therefore, ancient poetry can still arouse people's thoughts.
People often use "writing is like a person" to evaluate a person's moral articles. Yu Shinan's writing style is the same as others. People praised him for his virtue, loyalty, erudition, literary style and excellent writing.
The poet's cicada is the expression of his self-awareness. Ertong was a poet in the Tang Dynasty, who also wrote poems about cicadas, and Luo, one of the four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty.
His poem "Singing Cicada" is: Cicada sings in the west, and visitors miss the south crown. 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? ? At that time, King Robin was appointed as an assistant censor, who angered Wu Zetian by neglecting affairs and being inconsistent with political views. He was framed in prison and charged with accepting bribes.
He wrote this poem after listening to cicadas in prison. Although the whole poem is written about cicadas, there are deep and depressed emotions everywhere.
At the beginning of the poem, Qiu Chan sings, which is shocking. Next, it points out that the poet deeply misses his home in prison.
Syntactically, these two sentences are antithetical sentences, but in fact they are used to arouse the guests' thinking by cicada singing. Three or four sentences, one about cicada and one about myself, form a flowing pair with "I can't help it" and "I'm right" to connect things with me.
The poet satirized Wu Zetian several times and even went to jail. Great young people, after all kinds of political torture, have disappeared, with stars and white hair on their heads.
Seeing this singing Qiu Chan in prison is still a dark cloud in his mind. In contrast, he can't help hurting himself. At the same time, he recalled his childhood, which was not as good as Qiu Chan's singing. Now he has accomplished nothing, even went to prison. In these ten words, the poet used a comparative method to express this sad feeling euphemistically and tortuous.
The last five or six sentences are purely "bi". There is not a word in the two sentences that is not about cicadas, and there is not a word that is not about yourself.
"Exposing the weight" and "windy" are metaphors of environmental pressure, "flying hard" is a metaphor of political dissatisfaction, and "speaking loudly is easy to sink" is a metaphor of suppressed speech. Cicada is like this, so am I. Things are mixed here and inseparable.
Only when the poems about objects are written in such a state can they be regarded as "reposing in the distance". The seventh sentence is still being compared.
Qiu Chan is on high, eating the wind and drinking the dew. Who believes it doesn't eat fireworks? The poet's self-proclaimed noble character was not understood at that time, but was framed and imprisoned. "Who knows if he is still singing?" It's also an excuse to take stolen goods.
In this case, who will avenge the poet? "You must pity me and pity you", only cicada can sing for me, and only I can sing for cicada. The last sentence is in the form of a question. Cicada and the poet are integrated.
From objective to subjective, the whole poem is lyrical and profound, and the mood develops from quiet meditation to uncontrollable shouting. Painful but not sad, disappointed but not negative, among the poems written by the ancients, it is excellent.
The most prominent feature of China's feudal society was autocracy. The emperor's way of thinking hung over the subjective cloud, and he only listened to Lang Lang's eulogy and did not listen to harsh advice. Even if the scholar's ideas and statements are inconsistent with the emperor, he can be convicted.
Therefore, thousands of years of feudal society, literary prisons and speech prisons are shocking and common occurrences, and Wang Luobin, who is down and out, noble and outspoken, is bound to suffer this kind of disaster.
I seem to be watching.
2. Cicada Poetry
The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama.
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 Moonlight Walking 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)
3. Some poems about cicadas
Silence is the cry of expectation.
Dormant is to fly.
Brew a shout in silence
Gather strength in the dark
set up
Break ground-
I broke through the ground in the thunder.
I changed in the wind and rain.
Sow songs in the sun
Freedom is no longer a dream.
Morning dew and dusk fog are my delicacies.
I can fly.
I sing.
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-Xiaoyao
cicada
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Style: Five Laws Category: Memory
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
Year: Tang Author: Yu Shinan Style: Five Dynasties Ancient
The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
A political prisoner is taking orders from cicada trade union.
Year: Tang Author: Luo School: Five Laws
I'm forbidden to go to the west of the wall, which is also a matter for the Dharma Hall. Although we know about it, we are familiar with it, but we know about it, that is, Gan Tang of Zhou. Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different from those of others, they will be sad because of the sound of insects. Hehe, the voice is moving, and the virtue is like a sage. Therefore, it is a noble act of a gentleman and a talented person to lead an honest and clean life, shed his skin and have the spirit of a fairy capital. At that time, the number of yin and yang should be changed and stored by machine. Open your eyes, don't be confused by the Tao, thin and winged, it's true. Singing the cool breeze of Shu Qiao, full of charm, and drinking the dew of autumn, why are you afraid of others? It's hard for a servant to get lost, but it's a shame to lose. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off. Only when I heard the sound of flies flowing did I know that the replay was over, and I saw that my feelings should move with things, mourning for the weak feathers, giving people the way and sympathizing with the loneliness of the rest of the voices. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.
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 is worried about the table?
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Genre: Ci
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. Cuie 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.
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Wang Style: Ci
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first sight, 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 incomplete, which is still the case for anyone. Copper fairy lead tears like washing, sighing and carrying the plate away, it is difficult to keep zero 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. I want to have convulsions.
Qi Tianle cicada
Year: Song Author: Qiu Yuan Style: Ci
Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes and cool temples, drinking 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. The rain rested on the empty mountain, and the moon was covered with ancient willows, as if the old place had been smelled. 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.
Two years later in the summer, I heard that the new cicada gave me a dream.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Ancient Capital of Five Dynasties
After ten years away from you, I often feel the new cicada singing. This year * * * you listen, in Luoyang city.
Lin Jing is famous for its noise, but Jing Qing is famous for its smell. A cool breeze suddenly rolled up, and Qiu Si was first born in autumn.
The lace of the residual hibiscus stands, and the shade of the old pagoda tree falls. Although there is no hatred, I still love each other for many years.
I am glad that I am not deaf. I hear this voice every year.
The suburbs are long, the rain is far away, the trees are green, the new cicadas suddenly sound, and the guests sit alone for a long time.
Year: Song Author: Kou Zhun
The distant mountains rest in summer rain, and the distant trees are cool.
Even if the railing is opened, the new cicada moves Qiu Si.
Shaxi is clean and trickling, and the court is stunned.
Season and climate, sadness, excerpt.
If Fang is running, the light will not stop.
At the beginning of mourning, who knows what this time means.
4. What are the poems describing Jin Chan?
1. Niannujiao (don't be a prostitute)
Song: Wang
Liu Hua Xu Fei, or, Qingming lonely season. The abode of fairies and immortals is in a hurry to divide today. It's hard to make a clever smile, but it's hard to solve. Full of romantic feelings, but in spring, I hate sadness. Yun Qi golden cicada, red tears, a thousand rouge wet. The tone is light and sad, and the voice enters a low-altitude sorrow. The ancestral account is about to be collected, and the pony is in a hurry, and it is also painful to think about it. Sad Nanpu, heartbroken grass.
2. first frost bloom, Panshi Lake the day before Chongyang.
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Cuiwei road is narrow, drunk night wind, who is the full crown. First frost is full of flowers and few candles, and Qiu Guang's work is also full of difficulties. Strong and strong, sick. Hate the sound of geese, fall in front of the song. Recalling that year, the old place was bleak and the autumn rain was cold.
Cosmetic beauty, beauty beauty, Shang Qing, golden cicada hidden. The fragrance is cloudy, the blue feeling is thin, and the brightness is sighing. Move the painting boat. Introduce the ring and invite ChanJuan. In the Ming Dynasty, before the Double Ninth Festival, Yu Zi should be able to tolerate this sight.
3. Drunk (as before)
Song dynasty: Lao
Remember that the green snake feels different and will help the people the day after tomorrow. You can play the crown when you are strong, and you are in good shape. Write an article at night, bring Yan Shuang and Jane, and we can communicate. Purple pole pivot, golden cicada reflects cockroach, and Gankun opens cockroach.
At that time, I drank Jianghu horses and watched Yunqi, so I defected. This piece of Dan Xin, some jitters. Smoke and dust collection, water and mountains, only the five lakes remember each other. Tonight, Deng Hua, Fire City Information, Millennium Glory.
4. Yu Louchun (Beijing dancer)
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
The velvet raccoon hat covered his forehead. The golden cicada has a narrow beard. Pat your shoulders to see your waist, and play the flute when you are tired. I asked him if he lived in the east of the city. You should buy a thousand dollars without hesitation. Spring returns to sleep, and dreams are still dancing.
5. Rui Hexian
Song Dynasty: Yao Mian
Yan Gui curtain is half-rolled. I missed Joan's game. I was playing jade. The moth eyebrows are painted lightly. Even the spring shirt is too lazy to try on, and the night light is unintentional. Sweet and warm. Su Xin, bananas are not on display. Two waves, wangjiang day, twenty-four bridge deviation.
Onion money. Cai Feng in the Silverscreen, Golden Cicada in the Fog Account, Home Square. The fireworks were postponed. The grass hates the soul. Silently for the east wind, deep in the shade, sometimes I see a few fast-flushers, affectionate, and even orioles, which is embarrassing.