What are the poems about cicadas?

1. Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Yong Tao

The sound of cicadas in the tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also about you.

Whenever everyone has nothing to do, they seem not to hear it every time. 2. Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Li Ying

The cicada is frightened by the rain and falls on the high locust tree, and the mountain ants move into the stone steps.

If you want to see a beautiful woman from Qin Tower, you should also pull out a golden hairpin. 3. Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Qiao

The first autumn cicada is sad, but it is the time when guests are traveling.

Those who have felt the past year will remember where the branches are.

Listen carefully to the lingering rhymes, and look back at the old sounds too late.

Whose tree is cut off, the cool breeze bids farewell. 4. Early Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi

The moon first shines on the mountains, and the wind moves the water first.

It is like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, which reaches the ears of idlers first.

As soon as you hear the sadness, you will feel the nostalgia again.

The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first.

Who is listening in Hengmen? In the locust flowers at dusk. 5. Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Xu Wei

The cold cry is the same as that of all insects, how can it be poor with wings, temples and crown.

The shell has been shed from today, but the voice is as sad as last year.

In the morning, the chrysanthemums bloom on the fence, and in the evening, the leaves of the locust trees fall in the wind.

From now on, it is the most surprising thing for guests, and they plan to live in Fei Peng. 6. Cicada [late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty] Yu Shi

The setting sun hangs on the tree in the courtyard, and there are cicadas singing on the top of the tree.

It is noisy for no reason, startling me to sleep outside the window.

Among the animals I have seen, nothing is as pure as the cicada.

Easy to shed the filth, the wind and dew are cold after a full meal.

If you don’t want anything else, why bother making noise.

It is better to forget what you have said than to say it repeatedly. 7. Cicada [Qing Dynasty] Zhou Xingui

Listening to the cicada's chirping in the clear water and mountains at dusk, there is no lingering sound.

It is so noble to think about being alone, eating in the wind and drinking in the dew is the most affectionate. 8. Cicada [Qing Dynasty] Huang Xipeng

The mountain is far beyond clean, and the forest is deep in thoughts.

The wind and dust are shed, and the world becomes lonely.

The trees in my hometown are gloomy, and the sound of the empty valley is long.

When the bright sun meets the Qing Festival, where can we find unity?