Cicada
The cicada hangs down to drink the clear dew, and the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
It is not to borrow the autumn wind to speak loudly and from a distance.
Cicadas singing in prison
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south want to invade.
The shadow of Xuanxuan came to sing to Baitou.
It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
New Cicada (a poem written by Sikong Shu)
Nowadays, the cicadas are chirping suddenly, as if they were strangers.
I feel that one year of thanksgiving can bring about all kinds of emotions.
The trees are full of trees in the breeze, and the sun sets slightly over Shencheng.
To ask those who share the same sentiment, listen to a few desolate sounds.
Chanting Cicada
Drinking the dew with a pure heart, singing in the wind while mourning.
Before it reaches the side of the flower crown, it is startled by the shadows in the leaves.
Early Cicada
The sound of clear summer heat brings the passing of the year to several places.
The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and he was stunned when he first heard about it.
The weak willows sing and the cicadas sing 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, and it makes a chaotic sound before the wind comes out.
Cicada's Chirping - Chapter 5
The cicada is chirping, and there are sparse tung trees there.
There is nothing to be tolerated in sheltering shadows and traces.
It grows forever and is supported by the wind.
I am heartbroken when I have not seen a gentleman.
Now that I see a gentleman, I feel happy and harmonious.
The cicada is chirping outside the forest.
Hold the wind and drink the dew to enjoy my way.
If you are pregnant, who will protect you?
Having never seen a gentleman, my heart is quiet.
When I see a gentleman, I embrace him with all my heart.
The cicadas chirp, the cicadas chirp, quietly and peacefully.
The solemn courtyard is cool and cool far and near.
The words went to the high willow tree and were among the bushes and bamboos.
Thinking without seeing is like being thirsty or hungry.
Since I stopped looking at him, my heart became confused.
The cicadas are chirping, but luck is not with them.
The bandits lamented the loss of autumn and complained about the obstruction of the road.
If you don’t want to say anything, who can say anything if you are depressed.
The gentleman has stopped and comforted me for my delay.
What's wrong with this? It's so sudden.
The autumn is deep, and the cicadas sing at night.
Phiyi Xuan is removed, and the forest is rustling and windy.
My friend came here to say goodbye to Jin.
Why express your feelings and play the harp near the water.
Why do you give words and go smoothly through ups and downs?
I heard cicadas in the suburban garden and sent them to my brothers
I left the suburban garden last year and heard cicadas in Lan Province.
I am lying in Nanqiao this year, and the cicadas are chirping on my way home.
The sound of evening echoes in the valley, and the remaining sadness scatters the autumn scenery.
As soon as I sealed the book and reported it, I felt very worried.
Chanting Cicada (I heard a morning cicada when I was a guest)
The sound of cicadas rises from the head of the river, and it is difficult to stay young.
Listening to this high in the forest, I can hear the autumn of my homeland from afar.
The wind should be urging the leaves to fall, as if urging guests to return to their boats.
It’s not that new cicadas are suffering, but every year has its own sorrows.
Smell the cicada
As soon as the first call comes, the west wind blows on all the trees.
I feel like a stranger in a foreign land before I leave Saihong.
The sun sets and the golden valley is quiet, and the rain passes over the stone city.
This place is unbearable, and the depression will last forever.
Listen to the cicadas in Youxi Pavilion
There are many tall trees and the cool breeze blows, and the cicadas' feet are sparse and the sound is broken.
--Yang Ping has made others feel like a guest, even more surprising.
--Yang Ning There is still urgency in late summer, but there is a special feeling in new autumn.
--Quan Qi, danger and turbulence are not similar, and it is difficult to learn the art of thin tubes.
--Lu Yu It should be poured with heavy gold, without greed and bright light.
--Yan Zhenqing The green pines are falling on all sides, and the white hair is reborn.
--Geng Mao Xiangxi's voice is sharper, and the wings facing the wind are lighter.
--Qiao (who has lost his surname) sings out a single tree, and the remaining sound reminds him of an empty city.
--Pei Youqing Sitting among the chirping pines, walking among the bamboos.
--Bocheng (lost his surname) How to drink dew for a long time, no noble name can be known.
Smell the cicada
There is a new sound in the shade of the green locust tree, and the mist is thin and the wind is not even.
Mo Dao always feels melancholy when he hears it. Some people are worried about others, but others are not worried about others.
Two Songs by Cicada
The cicada sings for the first time from the ancient locust tree branches, but the song is sad and slow.
After the rain, I suddenly heard who was suffering the most, when I was alone in a foreign land and recalled my home.
The decaying willows and cicadas chant beside the turbid river, just as the waning sun and horns sound harmonious.
Normally, I don’t have enough to worry about, but now I am even more worried when I hear it.
Listen to the new cicada's message to Zhang Zhou
The sound frequency is intermittent, and it is difficult to distinguish even if you listen carefully.
It seems that I should move to another place, but I don’t listen calmly.
The orchids are swallowing dew in the morning, and the trees are dimly singing clouds.
Don’t be homesick, I only care about you.
Cicada
The clear sound of the dew is far away, and the wind blows several leaves together.
The sounds seem to be connected, each perched on a branch.
Smell the cicada
It rains and clears, and the mountains and forests are desolate.
Don’t invade the sun and make noise, listening to it in a foreign land.
I stayed in Zhangpu in my solitary house, and left Dongting in a boat.
At this time every year, those temples will wither away.
As a reward to Linghu, Mr. Fox, for seeing the new cicada
Three thousand miles away, I heard the cicada at the same time.
The dew leaves of the morning are singing in the clear, and the branches of the sunset are noisy.
Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are staggered.
The blue clouds are shining in Luoqiao at night, looking west to the beauty period.
I heard a cicada on my pillow when I was sick in the new autumn
I woke up a little while on my pillow and suddenly heard the sound of a cicada.
If you know that you will not die at this time, yesterday is your previous life.
I even want to listen at the window, but it is still difficult to move with a stick.
Looking for the answer and shedding the shell, drinking the dew of Huaqing again.
Send Yongshou Wang Zan's Mansion back to the county (de cicada)
When I am an official, I will return to Linquan temporarily.
A hundred miles of road without stopping, the two villages and mountains are connected again.
The dew is wet in the late night, and the moon is blowing and the wind is frightening the cicadas.
Let the master drink all his wine and let the king fall asleep drunk.
The cicada
Only relies on the wind for its movement, and its capital is the willow tree.
What's the point of having a clear belly? What's more, the thin feathers are even less.
Exchange mink gold for wine, and paint sparrows into pictures.
I am afraid it is a thousand years of hatred, but the setting sun calls out.