Cicada, commonly known as cicada, is also called grasshopper bird and monkey. There are more than 3000 kinds in the world. In China, scientists found about 200 species, which were divided into spring cicada, Xia Chan and Qiu Chan according to their growing seasons. Cicada sings high and sharp in spring, Xia Chan sings loudly, and Qiu Chan's songs sound a little sad. Female cicadas can't sing, so they are called "dumb cicadas". Sarah Juss, an ancient Greek poet, once wrote two very humorous poems about chanting: How happy cicadas are because they have wives who can't talk.
Although the male cicada is called a "tireless singer", it sings not with its mouth, but with a corner of its chest and abdomen. This buzzer has an air cavity inside and a castanet outside. The air rushes out of the air cavity, and the castanet and the whole body vibrate to make a sound. Entomologists have found through long-term research that the chirping of male cicadas can reflect the change of weather. For example, all cicadas are singing in unison, which is good weather, and the cicada singing comes to an abrupt end, indicating that a storm is coming; A cicada singing on a cloudy day means it will clear up. Xu Shang, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, clearly put forward in his poem "Smelling Cicada": "Nature gives birth to tiny things, which can be called at any time". Bai Juyi, another great poet in the Tang Dynasty, told people in his poem "Smelling Cicada on Three Nights in June" that in Suzhou generation, cicadas began to sing at the beginning of June every year in the lunar calendar: "On the third night of dusk, new cicadas began to sing."
Cicada larvae live in the soil and suck the roots of plants, while adults suck the juices of plants. However, the ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as noble insects. Many literati also wrote many poems about cicadas, either pinning their ideals or alluding to their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. Sima Qian, a great historian of the Han Dynasty, wrote in Biography of Qu Yuan in Historical Records: "Cicada removes filth and floating dust in the mud." Here, cicada is used as a metaphor, and Qu Yuan's lofty moral integrity is highly praised. He doesn't go with the flow. Yu Shinan, an old minister of Sui Dynasty, was highly valued by Emperor Taizong and Li Shimin. He felt it and wrote a poem "Yong Huai Yong": "Dripping sweet dew to drink dew, dredging the sound of tung; Those who speak loudly are far away, not moved by the autumn wind ",which means that as long as you stand tall and clean, you can become famous without any strength." "Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was full of knowledge and ambitious, but he didn't expect to be caught in a dispute between Niu and Li, not to be reused, and to be down and out for life. Therefore, after hearing the cicada's singing, the height and purity of the cicada reminded him of his innocence, so he wrote a poem entitled "Cicada": "A 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, and I have made my garden full of weeds; I thank you for your sincere advice and let you live a pure life like you. " Poets grasp the characteristics of cicadas, write poems with emotion and write articles with emotion. The cicada in the poem is the author's own shadow.
Chanting poems are contrary to praising the nobility of cicadas and mocking the filth of cicadas. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin each wrote a poem "Cicada". In Lu Guimeng's works, cicada is a despicable and incompetent generation: "Only relying on the wind to make it work, everyone craves vitamins;" What is the clearness of the abdomen, and the thinness of the double feathers is even less. "In Luo Yin's works, cicada is a follower of the trend:" The earth is a relic, and your tone is the same as yours. The wind is full of dew today, so forget when I was muddy. "The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, strongly satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dirty officialdom in the late Tang society. In the third year of senior high school (AD 678), the Tang Dynasty poet Luo was framed and imprisoned for accepting bribes. When the imprisoned poet heard the cicada singing, he associated himself with his own experience, and he sang a poem with the same poem "Chanting Cicada": "The cicada singing in the west, the guests thinking deeply in the south crown. 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? ? "Poetry expresses feelings through cicadas, reveals the backwardness and sinister society at that time, and describes its dissatisfaction with politics. The whole poem is apt in metaphor, natural in allusion and full of puns. It expresses feelings in chanting things, from things to people, from people to things, and achieves the realm of unity between things and me.
Cicadas sing loudly, which many poets have vividly described. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Xiao Zifan, a poet of the Liang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Listening to cicadas in the backyard": "Try to chase the breeze far away, chat with Xia Ye, fly lightly to avoid Chu birds, and drink into Wu Garden." The whole poem is closely related to cicada, which is accomplished in one go, with changeable pen and ink, and pursues novelty and novelty. Now, it seems that people can hear Xia Chan's singing and see Xia Chan's activities. Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Cicada": "Hang your head and drink the dew, and smell the trees. It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. " On the surface, the whole poem is a rewriting of cicadas, but in fact it is more famous than Germans, so it doesn't need to be borrowed from the outside world. This is obviously a tribute to the beauty of human nature, and we can get some truth from it. Lu Tong, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "New Cicada": "Spring is lingering, and the harp begins to sing. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " In just a few words, the cicada song is vividly described, and the song echoes in people's ears like a flowing spring. The song dynasty poet Wang's "cicada", by describing the voice of cicada, expressed the sadness of feudal scholars for the country's ruin and helplessness: "The sick wing startled autumn, the world withered, and the sunset faded several times?" The aftertaste is more bitter! It's sad to have a clear business. "
In addition, Tao Yong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also wrote a poem "Cicada": "Cicada goes into the night clouds on a high tree, worrying about me as well as you. When it's okay, it seems that I don't smell it every time. " Zhu Shouxin, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Singing Zen": "Hold the leaves in the deep forest and sing while you can. How to forget the elevator in the distance and drink nectar to clear your heart? " Chen Zheng, a poet in the Southern Dynasties, accidentally got a poem "To Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng, Wang Yang and Shi Jiao": "Autumn geese write about the distant sun, and the willows gather in the garden to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the tree. The wind is loud and urgent, and the trees are near; Liu Yang drinks all day and learns the strings of Cai Yong. " Although these poems are also improvised and describe cicadas, they have a fresh and unique taste to read.
2. What are the ancient poems about cicadas in summer? 1, where the bamboo forest is densely populated, it is sometimes cold, not windy.
"Summer Night Chasing the Cool" 2 The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
-Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night" is not the hustle and bustle of invading the sun, but listening to it in a foreign land. -Five Dynasties liuchu Zhao Yu's "Smelling Cicadas" 3. 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" 4, Menliu Lianye, I heard it early.
Visitors have no fixed address, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 5. Early cicadas hold sweet locust leaves alone and make trouble against the setting sun in 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" 6. 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" 7. When I hear sadness, I will listen to my hometown.
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 8. The cloud of fire seems to be dying, and the small corner wants to be slightly clear. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded.
-"Smell the cicada" 9. The mangrove cicada is full of sunset, and the bald head is sad and hurt. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Send Lushi" is expected to be adopted.
3. What are the poems describing "cicada singing" in summer? 1, birds are green, cicada leaves are yellow.
From the East Building of Xianyang City written by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
East Tower of Xianyang City
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.
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When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, water plants and willows are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.
2, the setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, it urges thousands of trees to sing.
From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn.
Original poem
Walking in the nursery in early autumn
The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.
Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately.
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Walking in the garden in early autumn seems heartless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas in the trees in the garden sang loudly and desperately in the short time when the sun set, and the whole garden was full of cicadas. The chirping of cicadas seems to be around, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.
In the woods of Qiu Chan, these mysterious birds died peacefully.
It was anonymous in the Han Dynasty that the moon was bright in the sky and there was a song every night.
Original poem
The bright moon shines in the sky
The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.
In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.
Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.
If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.
What's the use of not having a solid name?
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The bright moonlight shines in the night sky, and crickets chirp from time to time in the east corner. The jade star in the Big Dipper has pointed to Meng Dong, and many stars in the sky are so shining. The crystal dew has covered the weeds on the ground, and it's summer in Qiu Lai. Qiu Chan's intermittent chirp came from the branches. I don't know where the swallow is going. In the past, my fellow friends who walked hand in hand with me have already soared.
But they don't miss our friendship at all, just as pedestrians dislike footprints and me! Neither invivo nor the Big Dipper can be used to hold things and pour wine, nor can Altair be used to pull carts with yokes! No matter how good the friendship is, it can't be rock solid. What's the use of thinking about the cold world in name only?
4. In August, the cold current crossed the border, and cicadas sang and sang thin.
The First Song of Saigon by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
The first part of the fortress
The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn.
After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.
Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.
Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
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Cicada chirps in the withered mulberry forest, and autumn is crisp on Xiaoguan Road in August. After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were all yellow reeds. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust. Don't be like that brave ranger who boasted about his war horse.
I don't know who to talk about, cicadas on the river are ringing all over my ears.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "The Old Duke Tours Two Provinces with Sad Autumn in the Guest Room"
Original poem
Guest house mourns autumn and cherishes two provinces.
Three times as big as A Lang, you are old. When you go out, you will keep the Five Classics and Autumn.
Mo Yan's Lord doesn't need help, and he shouldn't rest all his life.
The years on earth are like flowing water, and the autumn wind in the guest house rises again today.
I don't know who I am worried about, and cicadas on the river are full of ears.
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I have worked as a Langguan several times and have been in the county for five years. Don't say that the wise monarch will not be appointed, but the people all over the world are worried! Look at the time on the earth like running water, and watch the autumn wind whistling in the guest house. Full of worries, I don't know who to talk to, but I'm listening to cicadas on the river!
4. What are the poems describing Xia Chan? 1. The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night —— Song Xin Qi Ji's Moonlit Night on the West River in Huangsha Road.
2, chilling, the pavilion is late, the shower begins to rest-Song Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
3. Without cicadas first, a hundred feet of high water meets the sky-Frost Moon by Tang Shangyin.
4. Catch cicadas and suddenly become silent —— Qing Yuan Mei's Look.
5. The cicada is still in the forest, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded-Wang Ji of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Entering Ruoyexi.
6. The story that the sparrow learned about the swan and lost Siyuan to go out for a ride —— Breaking the array, throwing the ground, and fighting between willows and waves in the seventh season of Song Dynasty.
7. I lean against the door of the hut and lean on the stick to listen to the cicada in the evening breeze —— Reading Wang Wei's "Leaving Wangchuan to Pei Di"
8. The cicada is singing in the west, and I am told to be resolute in my cell-"Singing/Political Prisoners Listening to Cicada" by King Tomlobin
9. Birds are under the green grass, cicadas are singing in the yellow leaves, and palaces are in autumn —— Tang Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate.
10, green new chan-stone "Ruan Langgui Early Summer"
1 1. The West Wind on the Lake Hastily Twisted Cicada —— Shu's "West Wind Hastily Twisted Cicada on Huanxisha Lake"
12, the setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging the trees to sing dusk-Song Yang Wanli's Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn
13, thousands of trees are singing cicadas across the bank, and there is a west wind in the Leyuan Scenic Area-Tang Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area.
14. How can I bring the sunset and cicada to the clear autumn? -Don Li Shangyin's Liu
15, a small pond with cicadas and grass decaying-stone "Partridge Sky, Forest Breaking Mountain, Hidden Bamboo Wall"
5. Xia Chan's poem "Cicada" by 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.
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.
6. What are the poems about "cicadas croak and frogs croak on a summer night"? 1.
-Cui Daorong's Song of Yuefu at Four o'clock at Midnight 2. Frogs croak together in the wild pool, and flies leave the camp for food. -Lu You's Early Winter 3. Frog is anger, but whistle is not evil.
-Lu You's "Sitting Alone in Two Songs" 4. Did the frog call the court grass? I don't know water. -Lu You's "Self-mockery" 5. I don't know where the dragon went after the rain, and a pool of grass was full of frogs.
-Liu Ji "Heavy Rain on May 19th" 6. Frogs crow at dawn all night, just like when fishing with a square mouth. -Han Yu's "Five-stroke Pool Poems" 7. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight.
-Song Xin Qi Ji's Moonlit Night on the West River in Huangsha Road 8. My heart is cold and sad, because Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. -Song Liu Yong Yulin Order 9. The shepherd boy rode an ox, and the song shook Lin Yue.
-Qing Yuanmei's What You See 10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi" 1 1. Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
-King Tomlobin's Chanting Chants 12. Green locust, high willow, swallow and new cicada. -Stone "Ruan Langgui Early Summer" 13. Thousands of trees are singing cicadas across the bank, and there is a westerly wind in Leyuan Scenic Area.
-Tang Li Shangyin's Le Garden Scenic Area 14. A small pond full of cicadas and hay. -Su Songshi's Partridge Days, Forest Discontinuous Mountains, Hidden Bamboo Walls 15. The silk in the bamboo picks up the net car, and the green cicada sings alone.
-Don Li He's Thirteen Poems of the South Garden.
7. The poem "Chanting Cicada" describing cicadas in summer is Luo.
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south. 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? ?
Chen Tao Yong
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.
Zhu Shouxin is chanting Chen.
Holding leaves in the depths of the forest, singing while taking time. So hard to forget remote elevator, drinking dew has cleared the heart.
Chen ti-shi and liu ying-heng.
Autumn geese write about the distant sky, and willows gather in the garden to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the tree.
The wind is loud and urgent, and the trees are near; Yang Yi drank it down and learned Cai Yong's strings.
"Early Autumn Smells Cicada" Yang Wanli
Old fire makes people want to break their heads, not autumn.
Autumn will come when it rains at night, and cicadas will begin to report autumn tonight.
The sick cicada arrived.
Sick cicadas can't fly, they can only walk in my palm. Wings can still be thin, and sour songs are still clear.
Dew condenses on the abdomen and dust spots invade the eyes by mistake. Both yellowbird and kite are harmful to each other.
8. What are the poems describing "cicadas" in summer? 1, where the bamboo forest is full of insects, sometimes it is cool but not windy. Chasing coolness on a summer night
2. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. -"Drinking on the Lake"
The breeze can't kill the summer heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up? The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool. I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone? -the tomb "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
4, the rain on the wall is fine and the grass is hanging, and the wind on the water surface is settled. -Zhang Tang Yan's "Summer Veteran"
5, a night of rain cool to the dream, send Qiu Lai on the lotus leaf. -"Summer Miscellanies"
6. Where the bamboo forest is densely populated, it is not windy when it is cold. -"Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"
7, beautiful candles are more than spring, and Qingming is in summer. -Southern Liang, Wang, Confucian monks ""
8. Come to Liang by yourself and have a blind date with the seagulls in the water. -"Jiangcun"
9. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute. -Qin Song Guan's "Dark March"
10. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
1 1, the shade is quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flowers are more beautiful than spring. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "You Kaiyuan Jing She"
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves. -"Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
13, there is snow at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and it is often cold away from Penglai. -"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
14, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask? -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
15, the wheat is cooked in the wind and the plums are yellow in the rain. -"Abundance and Summer" by Yu Xin in the Northern Zhou Dynasty
9. What are the poems about Xia Chan? 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. "Early Cicada" Bai Juyi shines on the mountain before the moon rises, 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.
"Smelling cicadas on the evening of June 3rd" Bai Juyi and Qing Xiang dew, and the willows move well. 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. "Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28th." Bai Juyi shouted, and Sophora japonica took 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 and smell the cicada." Bai Juyi opened his mouth and thought proudly, singing solo 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 the cicada" Zhao Wei noisy cicada day chaos, string tube building will never be heard. 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.
"Smelling Cicada" Du Mu's fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn corner wants to be twilight. 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 Bai's medicine cleanses the heart and drinks dew, and sings the wind. Before going to the crown side, I was surprised in the leaves.
"Political prisoners listen to cicadas," Lu Chanming told me to stay in this prison. 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? .
"The First Smell of Summer Cicada" Wei longs for the heat in summer, but the scene of cicada singing has disappeared. When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.
1, I'm listening in a foreign land. -Chu and Liu Wenchan in the Five Dynasties. Second, pure heart and lack of desire, singing 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" 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. When the cicada makes a sound, Sophora japonica takes 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 swallowed and half gone with the wind.
-("Smelling cicadas to send 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, in the rustling night breeze, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart.
-Meng Haoran's "Qin Zhong sends people away" 9. Drinking He Jie has a longer lasting appeal. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide.
-"Painting Cicada" 10, the sunset is early and anxious, and the customer is more worried. Come to my pillow loudly and dream of autumn in my hometown.
-"Smell the early cicada" 1 1, once 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. -Bai Juyi's Early Cicada 12, cicadas are like feathers.
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 sends the highest branch, and it is infinite to listen to it.
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.
-Yuan Zhen's Poems to Lu 16, the guests in the depressed hotel were frightened, and the intermittent monk room was quiet. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice.
-"The Voice of Qiu Chan" 17, cicadas sing at dusk, and their voices are in harmony with Xia Yun. The days will be short and the autumn will be full.
-"Listen to the early cicada singing" 18. The new cicada sings all night and faces each other across the stream. Du Yu is still mixed, so he doesn't smell it.
-"Smell the new cicada, send it back to harmony".
10. The poem "Chant Chant" describing the cicada singing in summer, Luo sang the cicada singing in the west, and the southern champion thought deeply.
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? ? "Cicada" The cicada in Shu Gao, Tao Yong, is singing into the dusk clouds, not only caring about me, but also about you. Every time it has nothing to do with myself, I can't seem to smell the "song". Zhu Shouxin was singing while holding leaves in the deep forest.
So hard to forget remote elevator, drinking dew has cleared the heart. Chen Shi's "Gift to Liu Yingheng and Jiao Jiao" Qiu Yan writes about the distant sky, and the garden willows gather together to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the tree. The wind is loud and urgent, and the trees are near; Yang Yi drank it down and learned Cai Yong's strings.
"Early Autumn Smells Cicada" Yang Wanli's old fire makes people want to break their heads, and it makes people worry if they can't get autumn. Autumn will come when it rains at night, and cicadas will begin to report autumn tonight.
"Sick Cicada" Jia Dao's sick cicada can't fly, so it moves in my hand. Wings can still be thin, and sour songs are still clear.
Dew condenses on the abdomen and dust spots invade the eyes by mistake. Both yellowbird and kite are harmful to each other.