(September 9th by Tao Yuanming) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada with courtesy by Sui Wang) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Smell the cicada by Tang Dynasty) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's In Nan 'an Road) Suddenly, the string is broken, but Russia hears it.
Changfeng keeps cutting, and it's still among the branches. "(Tang Lutong's" New Cicada ")" The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.
"(Song Xin Qi Ji" Xijiang Moonlight Walk the Yellow Sand Road ").
2. Poems describing insects ★ Bai Lianhua is like a peach blossom but the rain can't destroy it, like a peony spouting mud; It seems that the Spring Festival is elegant and affectionate, but the fruit is not proud.
★ Under the morning sun, among the green trees, a string of longan is like a chubby little urchin, grinning.
★ Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding to show half her face.
Cherry blossoms covered the stockade like white clouds.
★ Autumn, reddish persimmons, like a flame, amaze you.
★ Every persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the news of a bumper harvest of oranges to people.
★ The white clouds in the vineyard are green, and the dense grapes are like pearl towers, which makes people feel fragrant.
★ The grape named "Crystal" is long, green and crystal clear. It really looks like it was carved with crystal and jade.
★ Under the lush leaves, a bunch of grapes, some purple and some green, are covered with shelves, like agate and jade.
★ Red pomegranate flowers are hung on the tree, and the pomegranate tree is dressed like a shy girl.
★ Mature pomegranate sometimes bursts, just like a child's mouth is wide open, revealing neat teeth.
★ All the pomegranates are cracked, revealing pomegranate seeds like teeth, and the leaves on the top are gathered together like bows, which is more beautiful.
★ In late autumn, all the pomegranates on this tree have cracked their mouths, as if they were blooming flowers.
★ Pomegranates are ripe, spreading their lovely round faces and smiling faces like dolls, scrambling to report the good news of maturity to people.
★ When the pomegranate fruit is ripe, it will crack a bite, revealing pearls and agate-like seeds, like white teeth when a girl smiles.
The leaves of coconut trees are like long feathers. When there is wind, the shadows of trees sway, and when there is no wind, they are elegant and beautiful.
★ Tall and straight coconut trees with leaves scattered under the blue sky like peacock tails.
★ A tall coconut tree is like a sun umbrella, always leaning towards the sea and slightly bending.
★ The distant Woods are shining with faint green light, and the green leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, as if singing a beautiful song.
★ The Woods woke up, combed their hair in the morning breeze, and were busy wiping the rosy glow on their faces.
★ The Woods are rustled by the breeze and look like the undulating waves of the sea from a distance.
★ The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like a paper-cut painting with suitable shades.
★ Deciduous poplars, elms and locust trees spread their branches like charcoal to the gray sky.
★ The forest in June is full of all kinds of wild flowers, which are as bright as gems and covered with brocade.
★ In the maple forest, countless red leaves are like red butterflies, covered with branches.
★ This huge maple forest is like a color mixing basin filled with pigments, with yellow and purple ... it is simply everything, which makes people dizzying.
★ Maple leaves all over the mountains are red, as red as sunset glow and as red as flaming clouds. They seem to be challenging the cold autumn. It's really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers".
★ I saw more than a dozen tall maple trees, and the maple leaves were all red, just like piles of flames that could not be extinguished.
★ I gently picked up a maple leaf. Red leaves have a clear time pulse, but the color is like a burning flame.
★ On the mountainside, Cotinus coggygria is covered with trees and leaves are like clouds. In autumn, the forest is in full swing, just like a girl in red.
3. Ancient poems about insects 1, Moonlit Night/jathyapple.
Author Liu, Tang Dynasty
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Vernacular translation:
The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou.
I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
2. Country night
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
Vernacular translation:
In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.
I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.
3. Various feelings
Author Huang Jingren Qing Dynasty
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
Vernacular translation:
The road to immortality is slim, and they can't succeed. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction.
The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.
Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar.
Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.
4. bees
Author Luo Yin, Tang Dynasty.
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
Vernacular translation:
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Vernacular translation:
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
4. What are the poems describing autumn insects? 1. In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully? "("Xuanniao Swallow "("Nineteen Ancient Poems ")
Qiu Chan was singing in the Woods, but the swallows had already disappeared. Where did they move south?
2. "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze crows at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji, "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road")
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance.
3. "There are endless cries, and Cong Yanming is in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9th") The cicada's whining stopped, and only geese were singing in the sky.
4. "The willow grows cold, and the cicada should be surprised." (Sui Wang Youli, "Gao Fu Liu Mingchan")
The willow in the garden said it had been cold for a long time, and the hissing cicada was surprised.
5. "Natural creatures can always answer the call." There is no translation (Tang Wen Chan).
6. "How far is the rhyme of Gao Chan? Mao Shu echoes around the beam. " (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road)
Most of the cicadas in high places spread far away, and the sound of lush leaves seems to be still in my ears.
7. Song Liu Yong: "It's cold and sad, Changting is late, and the shower begins." (Lin Yuling)
After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped.
8. "The leaves of Yin Qing Xiao Lou are worried about the branches of the sunset. Suddenly the string is broken, and the Russian tube is uneven. " (Liu Tang Yuxi "Appreciating the Solitary" and "Seeing the New Cicada")
9. "The quieter the forest, the quieter Tonamiyama will be." (Wang Ji's "Into the Xi")
Cicada hisses to make the forest quieter; Birds and songs make the mountains seem more quiet.
10. "Spring dives and the piano begins to ring. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " ("Tang Lu Tong's" New Cicada ")
Describe the new cicada, lingering in spring, the harp singing at the beginning, and the cicada singing loudly. Changfeng headland constantly describes cicadas singing endlessly, still among the trees.
5. Bug Poetry (full poem plus author) 1, Moonlit Night-Liu in Tang Dynasty.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
2. Miscellaneous feelings-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
The road to becoming immortal and Buddha is slim, and nothing can be achieved. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction. The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.
Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar. Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.
3. Three Autumn Poems-Qin Guan in Song Dynasty
Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.
Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.
The earth and the moon are soaked in a tea bowl, and after drinking, let the children back down. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.
4. Smelling insects-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Originally, I fell into a deep sleep on this rainy autumn night, and autumn insects were still singing in the dark. It seems that people who are afraid of worrying can't sleep well and get closer before going to bed.
5, "Huanxisha Gengshen in addition to the night"-Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Luxury is collected in cold places, and red branches are still remembered in dance skirts. Whose house is waiting for the spring breeze.
Bamboo leaves hang upside down to pick swallows, and nine lights quiver with golden worms. The romantic ending is close to heaven.
On the cold New Year's Eve, I put away my strong thoughts and looked at the red dress of the philosopher dancer in front of me. Gorgeous as usual? I think of my family carving marks on candles on New Year's Eve, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.
The bamboo leaf wine has been finished, and everyone wears swallows made of colored silk on their heads to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. The lights and candles are out, and the remaining snuff seems to be trembling slightly, so romantic and happy, thank God for protection.
6. Poetry about insects 1, Village Night
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
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In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct. I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.
2. jathyapple
Author Liu, Tang Dynasty
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
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The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
3. The bright moon shines in the sky
The author is anonymous.
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 is full of late autumn nights, and crickets on the east wall are humming. At this time, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang Samsung in the night sky indicate that the season has entered the early winter, and the twinkling stars make the night sky shine! The leaves of grass in late autumn are covered with crystal dew, and late autumn has arrived unconsciously.
I heard the intermittent cicada singing coming from the shadow of the branches and leaves of my mother-in-law tree. Where have all those mysterious birds gone? It turned out to be the season when autumn geese returned to the south. Some of my good friends who walk hand in hand with me have already started their careers first.
However, they don't care about the affection of the same family, treat me as a walking step and despise me! The stars in the night sky called "Jixing", "Douxing" and "Petunia" can't be lifted, weighed or pulled. Why do they need such a name? It's a false name! When I think that my friends said that the friendship of the same family was "rock solid", but now it is gone, what's the use of that pseudonym?
4. Night Tour of Xijiang River in Huangsha Middle Road
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
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The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
Step 5 enter Joyehi
The writer is from the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
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I am driving a boat and playing leisurely on the Ruoye River. The sky is reflected in the water, and the water and the sky are the same. The sunset glow rises from the distant hill facing the sun, and the sun shines on the winding water. Cicadas sing loudly, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual. This place gave me the heart of seclusion, and I was sad because I was tired of my career for many years but didn't retire.
7. Describe the sound of insects. The sound of insects
In the morning, a wonderful music woke me up in my sleep. Listen carefully, it turns out that cicada musicians are playing their beautiful music in the tree. Beautiful music breaks the hot and dreary summer and brings a little interest to summer. Some people stay there all day, although they feel bored. . "shouted. But I don't think so, because it is the representative of summer, and only they can play! My eyes were attracted by a group of musicians, about a dozen of whom were scattered under two big trees-two clusters of wild shrubs and small purple fruits, which had been baked by the sun. Beetle musicians are absorbed in flapping their wings, and their beautiful rhymes flow out like spiritual springs. At this time, I think their music is superior to all the music in the world, and only bugs can play it!