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.
Bai Juyi, an early cicada
At the beginning of the month, the mountains shine first, and the wind moves the water first
Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first.
When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness.
The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.
On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.
At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.
Wen Xin abdicated to Liu Baijuyi.
When the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches.
You should only send it to you when I am old.
White happens first, Qingyun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open.
Answer the dream, smell cicada and send Bai Juyi.
Open your heart, think proudly, and sing alone before the evening breeze.
People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year.
After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors.
After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one.
The wind cicada will ring one day, accompanied by the autumn sound at night.
Hometown guests return to their hometown and walk alone by the water.
The sound is high and the trees are dense, and the pillow is shocked.
No one is looking, and the dust is everywhere.
Listen to cicada Zhao Wei.
The noise of cicadas is chaotic at the beginning of the day and can never be heard in the string tube building.
There are many people worried about the number of stalks, so the Mid-Autumn Festival in the garden is separated by five lakes and clouds.
Wen chan du mu
At first glance, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly brighter.
The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded.
Time still seems, and the days are more distinct.
I don't dare to turn my ears up often, but I'm worried about nothing.
Yong Li Chan Bai Yao
Pure heart drinks dew from itself, and sorrow sings the wind at the beginning.
Before going to the crown side, I was surprised in the leaves.
A political prisoner is listening to cicada Wang Luobin.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind 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? .
Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Qiu Yong Zen Luo Wang Bin
It's dusk in September, and a chat is temporarily safe. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy.
Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold.
I first heard of Wei Wuying in Xia Chan.
The summer heat has not passed, and the scene of cicada singing has long since disappeared. When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.
When the sad voice meets the decay of teeth, the festival is wandering. I still remember the day in the suburban garden, and I had to smell it in the stream.
2. All the poems about cicadas were originally published by Xingmao.
The poem about cicada 1 is listening to in a foreign land. -Five Dynasties liuchu Zhao Yu's "Smelling Cicadas" 2. Being pure and wanting, singing empty 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" 3, the door willow doesn't even have a wild field, and it looks like an early cicada. Visitors have no fixed address, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 4. As soon as the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches. You should only send it to you when I am old. -"Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28" 5. At the beginning of the call, Wanmu had gone west. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong. -"Smelling Cicada" 6. Qiu Lai's songs are more bitter, half swallowing and half drifting. -Tang Yao He ("Smell cicadas and send them to Jia Dao") 7. Early cicadas hold sweet Sophora leaves alone, and make trouble for the setting sun to spend autumn. I am also urged by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears. Without high rhyme, there will be green hills and white mountains, and there will be no fear of firewood. -"Early Cicada" 8. Tonight is a cold night-In the wind, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart. -Tang Meng Haoran "Qin Zhong sent people far away" 9. Drinking in He Jie has a longer flavor. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide. -"Painting Cicada" 10, the sunset is early and urgent, and the customer is more worried. Come to my pillow loudly and dream of autumn in my hometown. -Smell Early Cicada 1 1. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. -Who listens to Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset. -Tang Bai Juyi's Early Cicada 12, like a feather. Wu, who is gentle and charming. Looking at flowers by the aperture, bees are sticky. Spring is not allowed. Bao Zheng is idle and jade column. East wind dusk. -"Hanging Line Fishing" 13, the new cicada suddenly shoots the highest branch, and it doesn't feel like listening indefinitely. There are two kinds of sadness when friends come to say goodbye. -"Smelling Cicada" 14, the fire cloud seems to be dying at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded. -"Smelling Cicada" 15, the mangrove cicada is full of sunset, and the bald head is sad. -Tang Yuan Zhen's poems sent to Lu 16. The depressed hotel guests were frightened, and the intermittent monk room was quiet and clear. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice.
3. Common cicada poems Common cicada poems:
cicada
Don
The cicada in the tall tree got into the night cloud, worrying not only about me but also about you.
When I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it every time.
cicada
Li shangyin
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.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
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 will listen to me? ?
cicada
king
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window, strange and empty, and the jade Zheng adjusts the column. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears such as washing, sighing away, it is difficult to keep zero dew. Sick wings frighten autumn and wither to see the world. How many degrees does it disappear in the sunset? The aftertaste is more bitter, and it is a kind of sadness to be lonely in business. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
4. What is the poem about cicada?-Li Shangyin, 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 [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan hung down and drank clear dew, and the water flowed out of Shu Tong.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. Wang Luobin's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada" is sung in the west and pondered in 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 will listen to me? ? The cicada king hates the soul of the palace, and the tree is green every year. At first glance, 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 not complete. Who is it for? Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sighing carries food far away, but it is difficult to keep 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. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
Qi Tianle cicada's revenges Yuan Mumen Lane is an empty city song with a clear voice, which Qiu Shu has heard for a long time. Thin clothes, cool temples, and drink 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.
Rain breaks empty mountains, and the moon is full of ancient willows, which seems to have heard of the past. 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.
Qi Tianle cicada, thoughtful, fragrant, suddenly clear business complaints, vaguely heard its voice, rest. 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. Cuimo should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow.
62616964757A 68696416FE58685E5AEB93133332643335 The branches are cold, the leaves are sparse, and it is lonely in the crisp autumn season. 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.
Qiu Chan, a poem sung by modern people, welcomes February, and farmers say it is a good year. It was the autumn wind that sent Qiu Chan until the clear autumn and the white dew day.
5. What are the poems about cicadas? 1. Early cicadas embrace the leaves of Sophora japonica alone, making it fall in the setting sun.
I am also urged by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears. Without high rhyme, there will be green hills and white mountains, and there will be no fear of firewood.
Early cicada 2. The moon shines on the mountain first, and the wind moves the water first. Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first.
When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu.
Early cicada 3. He Jie drinks dew, and the rhyme is longer. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide.
Painting cicada 4. After a storm comes a calm, the mountains are cold and blue. Don't invade the noise of the sun, listen to it in a foreign land.
Smell the cicada 5. At the beginning of the call, Wanmu had gone west. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong.
Smell the cicada 6. The new cicada sings all night, separated from the stream Du Yu is still mixed, so he doesn't smell it.
"Smell the new cicada and send it back to Yong" 7. The new cicada suddenly shoots the highest branch, which doesn't feel like endless listening. There are two kinds of sadness when friends come to say goodbye.
Smell the cicada 8. The depressed hotel guests were frightened, and the intermittent monk room was quiet and clear. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice.
Voice of Qiu Chan 9. Fine audio is intermittent, and it is difficult to distinguish between listening and not listening. It seems that it should have moved, but it was calm but I didn't hear it.
Listen to the new cicada and send it for a day.
6. Is there any poem about Cicada that I first heard about Wei in summer?
The summer heat has not passed, and the scene of cicada singing has long since disappeared. When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.
When the sad voice meets the decay of teeth, the festival is wandering. I still remember the day in the suburban garden, and I had to smell it in the stream.
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Send Wang Yongshou Zanfu to Cen Can County (take the word cicada).
When an official is idle, he will temporarily return to Lin Quan. A hundred miles without stopping, the two towns and mountains reunite.
The night is wet, and the moon wind scares cicadas. And the wine that makes you drunk.
7. There is a poem about cicadas. Cicadas sing loudly. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night") "Singing cicadas is cold, when autumn flowers bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Records" is two) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is flying in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada loudly) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Tang Wen Chan) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle).
Suddenly, the string was broken, and I heard that the pipe was uneven (Liu Tang Yuxi rewarded the lonely "xianggong" to see the new cicada), "The cicada forest is quieter, and the Tona Palace Mountain is more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi"), "The spring is swallowed, and the piano sounds at the beginning. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. "
(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Journey to the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why should you quit the high willow cold?" (Liu Chen deleted Poems of Singing Cicada in the Southern Dynasties) "If you drink He Jie, your charm will be longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada) "Listening to Qiu Chan and Qiu Chan is not the same place.
Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations.
...... ""Listen to cicadas, this is infinitely sad. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food.
The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug.
..... "(Listen to the cicada with the sun by Sui Lusi) (2) Cicada is ignorant, but many poets are worried about it because they are also sad. Everything is my color, because I see things. As Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said, "cicadas don't add trouble, so people are heartbroken" (Listen to cicadas).
Tang Sikong-shu: "Today, cicadas suddenly sound, moving guests like feelings?" I feel that an old age can make millions of people feel alive "("New Cicada "); Don Bai Juyi: "When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In "Sophora japonica in the sunset" ("Early Cicada"); Liu Tang Yuxi: "Before I heard the cicada singing, I thought it was a fleeting time. As soon as I entered the bleak ear, I heard the broken string "("Answer the white punishment and smell the new cicada "); Tang Hao-ran Meng: "And in the cold Mufeng tonight, cicadas are more important than my heart" ("Send someone away from Qin"), and Tang Yuan-zhen: "Mangrove cicadas fill the sunset glow, and white heads send each other sorrow" ("Send someone away from Lu").
Tang Yongzheng Yu Zhi: "Clearing heat in summer promotes the flow of several parts of the body. People with lofty ideals are bitter in their hearts, and when they first hear their voices, they are alone "(Early Cicada); In the Five Dynasties, Chu and Liu said, "Don't invade the Japanese noise, listen to it in a foreign land" ("Smell the cicada"); Don Luyin: "Deep in the willows, you will feel lonely and sad about the past.
I am also afraid that travelers will move trees again and again with their heads not white "("Late Cicada "); Don He Yao: "Qiu Lai songs are more bitter, half swallowed and half gone with the wind" ("Smelling cicadas and sending them to Jia Dao"); Song: "It's cold and sad, Changting is late, and the shower is beginning." (Lin Yuling); Liu song kezhuang's "why Yong Men plays a song, cicadas are extremely bleak" and "March 25th, drinking in the school book garden".
(3) The ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by eating and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and praised them, or used them to place their ideals and ambitions, or as a metaphor for their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. The first thing to mention, of course, is the "three musts" in the Tang Dynasty, which is famous for chanting cicada poems: weeping committee drinks clear dew, and acting as a dredge.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. -Yu Shinan's "Cicada" sang the Western Heaven and told me to be firm here in my cell.
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? . Wang Luobin is a political prisoner. His heart is pure, so he is hungry. You sang 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. -Li Shangyin's three "Cicada" are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty, but their themes are different and they are wonderful.
Shi Buhua, a poet in A Qing, commented on this point: "With chanting cicadas, Yu Shinan's voice is high and he doesn't borrow the autumn wind", which is a Tsinghua people language; Wang Luobin's "his flight through the fog, his pure voice submerged in the wind world" is a much-needed language; Li Shangyin's "pure heart and lack of desire, singing all night" is a grouch. Bixing is different. "
Attachment:-The preface of Wang's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada" is forbidden, and it is also a matter of the Fa Caotang, and there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business is known, it is the same as the dead tree in Yin Zhongwen; And Cong, in, that is, Zhou Zhaobo of Gan Tang.
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, before listening to the insects? Hehe, the voice is moving and the virtue is like a saint.
Therefore, cleaning his body is also a noble act of a gentleman; Shed its skin, and it has the spirit of a fairy capital. Then follow the number of yin and yang; It is necessary to change the festival and take the opportunity to review Tibet.
Open your eyes and don't be confused by Tao; With thin wings, it is easy to be true but not vulgar. Sing the breeze of the tree, rhyme longitudinal; Drinking the dew of high autumn is clear and awesome.
A servant is not easy to lose his way, and time rewards him. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off.
When I heard the flowing sound, I realized that I had been rehabilitated; Seeing the shadow of mantis, I am afraid of crisis. Poetry is composed of feelings, and feelings make friends.
A normal heart should follow things and mourn its weak feathers; Send people to know, pity Yusheng loneliness. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.
(4) Different from the poems about swallows, there are also poems about cicadas that ridicule cicadas. The representative works are the late Tang poets Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin's poem Cicada.
Lu Guimeng: "Just by the wind, we all admire the capital of vitamins. What is the clearness of the abdomen, and there are even fewer thin ridges. "
Luo Yin: "Great efforts are a legacy, and I agree with your voice. The wind is full of dew today, so forget me. "
In Lu's works, cicadas are despicable and incompetent; In Luo's works, cicada is a snob. The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, aiming at satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dark officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.
(5) Others, such as Tao Yong's poem "The cicada on the high tree, burrowing into the night clouds, not only cares about me, but also cares about you. When you have nothing to do, it seems that you can't smell it every time you smell it ("cicada"). Zhu Shouxin of A Qing Dynasty, "Hold the leaves and hide in the deep forest, and sing while you can. "
How to forget the distant move, drinking dew has cleared the heart "("Yong "), is also.
8. Common Cicada Poems Common Cicada Poems: "Cicada" Tang Yong, Shu, cicada singing into the sunset, both worried about me and your husband.
When I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it every time. Knowing that Li Shangyin had no desire, he sang 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. Wang Luobin's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada" is sung in the west and pondered in 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 will listen to me? ? The king of Cicada hates the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep.
It's raining in the west window, strange and empty, and the jade Zheng adjusts the column. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for? Copper fairy lead tears such as washing, sighing away, it is difficult to keep zero dew.
Sick wings frighten autumn and wither to see the world. How many degrees does it disappear in the sunset? The aftertaste is more bitter, and it is a kind of sadness to be lonely in business. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
9. Li Shangyin's Cicada Poems
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.
Chanyu Shinan
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.
Bai Juyi, an early cicada
At the beginning of the month, the mountains shine first, and the wind moves the water first
Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first.
When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness.
The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first.
Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset.
Wen Xin abdicated to Liu Baijuyi.
When the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches.
You should only send it to you when I am old.
White happens first, Qingyun starts late.
Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open.