1. What are the poems describing 'cicada'?
1. "Frost Moon" - the author Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty
When I first heard that there were no cicadas in Zhengyan, A hundred-foot-high building with water reaching the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Translation: Just when I first heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot high building and looked far into the distance, where the water and the sky merged into one piece. The Goddess of Frost, Qingnu, and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their pure and beautiful appearance.
2. "What I See" - Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.
3. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Author Wang Wei Dynasty and Tang Dynasty Translation Comparison
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the ruins.
On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Translation: The cold mountains have become particularly gloomy and the green autumn water flows slowly into the distance day by day. I stood outside the door of the thatched cottage with my pole and stick, listening to the singing of the cicada at dusk in the wind. The sun was about to set over the ferry, and wisps of smoke from the village were drifting away. Then I met Pei Di, my father-in-law, who was drunk and acted wildly in front of me, who was just like Tao Qian.
4. "Walking in the Early Autumn Garden" - Author Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty
The setting sun is the most ruthless and affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.
It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.
Translation: The setting sun seems ruthless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are taking advantage of the short time when the sun sets to sing loudly, and the garden is full of cicadas.
The cicada's chirping seems to be around you, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.
5. "Linjiang Immortal: The sound of cicadas at dusk falls in the setting sun" - author Mao Wenxi, Tang Dynasty
The sound of cicadas in the dusk falls in the setting sun, and the shadow of silver toad hangs in Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple.
The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain.
The fishing lanterns on the shore are blown by the wind, and the white apples are fragrant in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty.
The red strings are sad, the clouds are scattered and the sky is long.
Translation: The setting sun bids farewell to the last chirping of cicadas, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple rolls up with waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.
The river shook the lights of the fishing boats on the shore, and the white apples wafted in the distance with a strong fragrance. The sound of the waves seemed like the concubine Xiang was playing a sad song of resentment, and the mournful cry of the scarlet strings lingered in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time. 2. What are the poems about "Summer night, cicadas chirp and frogs chirp"
1. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ——"An Appointment" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: During the plum rain season, every household is shrouded in mist and rain, and the sound of frogs can be heard from the edge of the grass-covered pond.
2. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. _Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Translation: The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear the cicadas in the distance. scream. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are sounds of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year is a good year for a bumper harvest.
3. After the rain, the evening smoke was sinking outside the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of frogs singing along with the guests. ——Wu Rong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Hearing Frogs on the Road to Xijing".
Translation: The smoke was low in the evening outside the woods after the rain, and suddenly there were frogs calling along with the singing of tourists.
4. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is a slight coolness that is not the wind. ——"Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" by Song Yang Wanli
Translation: From the bamboo groves and trees in the distance, there was a sound of chirping of insects; waves of coolness also came to us. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the quiet coolness of nature.
5. The cicadas chirp in the trees when the day is long, and the fireflies fall into the curtains when the night is dark. ——"The Joy of Reading at Four Seasons" by Yuan Wengsen
Translation: The days are getting longer. After reading, listen to the chirping of the cicadas on the trees; when reading at night, the lights are falling one by one. , and fireflies flew into the curtain. 3. Poems with the word cicada
The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the mountains become quieter when birds sing
The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the Southern Crown miss their invasion
" The cicadas sing in the trees in autumn, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night")
"The cicadas sing in the cold sound, and the chrysanthemums shine in the autumn flowers" ( "Two poems written by Heyang County" by Pan Yue)
"The cicadas mourn without leaving a sound, and the wild geese sing in the sky.
" (Tao Yuanming's "The ninth day of the ninth month of Jiyou year")
"The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are startled in response to the order" (Sui Wang Youli's "Fu De Gao Liu Cicada")
"The little things created by nature can always sing in response to the call" ("Wearing the Cicada" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty)
"The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sound" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Road") < /p>
"The sound of flowing music surrounds the bushes and reverberates through the high tower" ("Listening to Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties)
"The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches. Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are mixed." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister to See the New Cicadas")
"The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji "Ruruo" "Ye River")
"The spring flows quietly, and the music of the piano comes and goes. The long wind kept cutting, still among the branches. " ("New Cicada" by Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty)
"The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze blows the cicadas in the middle of the night. " (Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night")
"If you have to drink Xuantian Dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" ("Cicada Poems" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties)
"Drinking and revealing one's body will make one cleaner, and one's chanting will last longer" (Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada" of the Tang Dynasty) 4. What are the poems about cicadas
1. Don't invade the sun and listen to it in a foreign land. ——Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties, "Wearing Cicadas"
2. It's hard to be full because of the height, but the sound of labor is in vain. The five o'clock is sparse, the green trees are ruthless, and the hometown is flat. . The most alarming thing about you is that I will also clean up my family.
3. The willows are not connected to the wild, and the first sight of the cicada is that the visitor has no destination, so he should be the first to hear it. - "Morning Cicada"
4. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower will bear two branches. It should only remind me of my old age and send you a message. - "New Cicada Gives to Liu Twenty-Eight" < /p>
5. At the first sound of greeting, thousands of trees are already in the west wind. I feel like a stranger in a foreign land before I leave Saihong.
6. Autumn comes and sings more bitterly. Half swallowed and half followed by the wind. - Yao He of the Tang Dynasty ("Sounding a Cicada to Jia Dao")
7. The early cicada embraces the fragrant locust leaves and makes noisy noises towards the setting sun, urging me to spend the autumn. Old man, I can hear the chanting with fear in my ears. If there is no high rhyme, it must be the white head hidden in the green mountains.
8. When the cool breeze comes at dusk, I feel sad when I hear the cicadas. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "The Master from Qinzhong"
9. How clean is the body when drinking the dew, and the singing style is longer. There are thousands of trees in the setting sun, and there is no place to hide from the praying mantis.
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10. The cicadas are anxious when the sun sets early, and guests feel even more sad when they hear them. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds like it. Who can hear it in the locust flowers at dusk?
12. Feather. Looking at the flowers in the lantern, the spring is not yet hanging on the jade pillars. ——"Drawing Silk Fishing" 13. New cicada. Suddenly the highest branch was raised, and I heard it for an infinite time. When a friend came to say goodbye, my heart was divided into two kinds of sadness.
14. The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn horn is about to disappear. Wei Qing. Traveling thousands of miles from home, new cicadas suddenly sound.
15. The sound of cicadas fills the sunset, and the old people send each other off in sorrow. - "Send Off" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. "Lu's Poems"
16. The guests in the depressed hotel were frightened, and the monk's room was quiet and clear. I asked what the reason for the cicada sound was, but there were two different sounds in the ancient temple.
< p> 17. The cicadas are chirping in the evening, and the sound is harmonious in the summer clouds. The days are getting shorter, and the autumn mood is full - "Listen to the Early Cicadas' Song"18. The new cicadas are chirping all night long. , The sound of Du Yu is still mixed across the stream, and the old friend can't hear it. ——"New Cicada Sends Guiyong"
19. The slanting light on the back of the tall willow can make you feel lonely and sad. . I am still afraid that the head of the traveler is not white, and the sound of the tree is flying again and again. ——Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty ("Late Cicada")
20. The slanting light on the back of the tall willow can reduce the loneliness and sadness. I am still afraid that the traveler's head will not be white, and he will move the tree again and again and fly with the sound. ——"Late Cicada"
21. Today, the cicada suddenly chirps, is it a sign of love to move in? I feel that one year old can bring about all kinds of senses. ——"New Cicada" by Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty
22. Once it rains and then clears up, the mountains and forests are desolate. Don't invade the sun and make noise, listening to it in a foreign land. ——"Smell the Cicada"
23. The fragrance of lotus and clear dew fall, and the willows move happily. On the third night of the third lunar month, the new cicada chirps for the first time. At first I heard that I was a visitor from the North, but I listened quietly and recalled Tokyo. I have a bamboo forest house, don't let the cicadas sing again. ——"Cicadas heard on the night of June 3rd"
24. When the moon rises, it first shines on the mountains, and when the wind blows, it moves the water first. Just like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, it reaches the ears of idlers first. As soon as I hear it, I feel sad, and then I hear my hometown. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first. ——"Early Cicada"
25. Before the cicada sounds, I feel that the time has passed. Entering the desolate ears, it is like hearing a broken string. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Reply to the News of the New Cicada from the Ministry of Justice"
26. The high cicada chirps in the morning and evening, and the scenery is cool. The wooden leaves are getting older, and the brocade characters are due to the weft. The dream of being outside the window becomes even more desolate. The fragrance of bamboo shoots is blown by the wind, and the tears of lotus flowers are dewed at dawn. ——"Smell the Cicada"
27. Nowadays, the cicada suddenly chirps, as if it were a moving guest. I feel that one year of gratitude can bring about all kinds of emotions. ——"New Cicada"
28. The sound of clear summer heat caused the body to bleed in several places. ——The hearts of people with lofty ideals tend to be bitter, and when I first heard about it, I was stunned.
——"Early Cicada" by Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty
29. Why should Yongmen play a song? The sound of the cicada is extremely desolate. ——Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty, "Yinfang School Garden on March 25th"
30. The mountain cicadas in the autumn evening hinder people's speech, and the guests are frightened and the horses neigh. How long can I read the new green trees? I don’t know when the golden boudoir will be lonely. If the moon shines brightly over the sea thousands of miles away, don’t forget He Lang’s message. ——"Evening Mountain Cicada"
31. On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk. The beauty of your temples will be faded, and the love of your hometown will be stirred up again. The west wind has not yet risen, but autumn thoughts come first. ——"Early Cicada"
32. Qi Nu's screen drapery has lost its old appearance, and her attendant's crown has traces of its fragrance. The wings turn over the temples in search of fragrant dew, and the sound attracts the autumn silk to chase the distant wind. () My mustache turns white when I hear it in the hotel, and the leaves in the garrison are red when I hear it. ——"New Cicada"
33. A coquettish voice. Just like a purdah girl. A wisp of the heartbeat of the three-fold qin. Wandering deep in the green shade. ——"Qing Ping Le (Cicada Chanting)"
34. The fine sound frequency is intermittent, and it is difficult to distinguish it when listening. It seems that I should move to another place, but I don't listen calmly. ——"Listen to the New Cicada's Mail to Zhang Zhou"
35. Drinking dew with a pure heart, singing in the wind with sorrow. Before it reaches the side of the flower crown, it is startled by the shadow in the leaves. ——"Song of Cicada"
36. The Chu people suffered from bitter heat, and Zhu Shi only heard about cicadas. On the river at dusk on a sunny day, there is a trembling wind in front of a leaf. ——"Hearing cicadas with Yuchi Shilang Xia Jie"
37. Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas. It is just because the poets themselves are sad. When I look at things, I see all the old things. My color. ——Wang Guowei's "Human Words"
38. The scattered shadows of the willows on the jade steps are covered with cicadas hidden in the green. The tiny shape is hidden in the leaves, before the wind blows out. ——"The weak willows sing and the autumn cicadas sing"
39. The cicada has eyes, a turtle, a shape like a spider, and legs like a spider, but it never faces people head-on. Now I am eating at the banquet, just like wandering around in the rivers and lakes. ——"Singing the Crab"
40. The cicada sings about the fallen pistils of the locust tree, which is full of sorrow. The illness is far away from home, and it is difficult for poor people to deal with things. ——"Meeting with Friends" 5. What are the poems describing "cicada"
1. To speak loudly and stay far away is not to borrow the autumn wind. ——Tang Dynasty: "Cicada" by Yu Shinan
The sound of cicadas spreads far away because they live on high trees, rather than relying on the autumn wind.
2. The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are deep in thought. ——Tang Dynasty: King Luo Bin's "Singing Cicadas/Singing Cicadas in Prison"
In autumn, the cicadas keep chirping, and the imprisoned people are deeply homesick.
3. It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Cicada"
It's hard for you to fill your stomach when you live on a high branch, and your lamentations and hatred are in vain when no one cares.
4. On the lake, the westerly wind blows and cicadas fly. The clear dew at night wets the red lotus. I will stay for a long time and return to ride on horseback to celebrate the singing feast. ——Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·Cicadas on the Lake in the West Wind at Dusk"
In the evening, the setting sun slanted, the breeze blew across the lake, and the cicadas kept chirping. As night falls, drops of clear dew dot the red lotuses, which is really lovely. After staying for a while, he rode on horseback and rushed to the banquet that was about to begin.
5. The sound of cicadas falls into the setting sun at dusk, and the shadow of silver toads hangs over Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple. The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain. ——Tang Dynasty: Mao Wenxi's "Linjiang Immortal: The Sound of Cicadas Fall in the Setting Sun"
The setting sun sends off the last cicada chirp, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river water rolls by the Huangling Temple There were waves of waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.
6. Magpies are frightened when the bright moon leaves the branches, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. ——Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, frightening the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to carry the distant chirping of cicadas. In the aroma of rice flowers, people are talking about the good harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs croaking in their ears, as if they are talking about the good harvest year.
7. When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon"
As soon as I heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot tall building and looked as far as the eye could see, the water and the sky. In one piece.
8. The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. ——Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream"
The cicadas sing loudly, but the woods seem particularly peaceful; the birds chirp, and the deep mountains are quieter than usual.
9. The green Qin Garden is under the birds at dusk, and the cicadas are chirping with yellow leaves in the autumn of Han Palace. ——Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun's "Evening View from the East Tower of Xianyang City/West Tower of Xianyang City"
Birds are flying in the garden overgrown with weeds at dusk, and cicadas are chirping on the trees covered with dead leaves in late autumn.
10. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. ——Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"
I stood with my stick outside the door of the hut, listening to the singing of the dusk cicada in the wind. 6. Ancient poems about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin
It is difficult to eat because of the high temperature, and the futility and hatred are wasted.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.
The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind.
"Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
Send Di Zongheng
Wang Changling
In autumn, the water is clear, the mountains are full of cicadas, and the trees in Luoyang sing and smoke.
I am filled with sorrow as I send you back home, but I also cherish the time to spend the cool windy day.
Work on Sheriguan Road
Bai Juyi
Evening view of Hanguan Road, cool breeze in the sun.
There are new swallows in the blue rocks, and there are no cicadas in the mangroves.
I am worried about standing on the post building, but I am tired of walking in front of the official gate.
The depression and autumn are hard, and the twenties are approaching.
Just Smell the Autumn Wind
Liu Yuxi
I used to see the yellow chrysanthemums and bid farewell to you, but now I hear the mysterious cicadas and I return.
Five nights of sleeping in front of the pillow, one night of makeup in the mirror.
The fur of Ma Si's grass fists twitches, and his sleepy eyes open to the blue clouds in the sky.
The heaven and earth are clear and open to hope, and I will help you with your illness and get on a high platform.
East Tower of Xianyang City
Xu Hun
As soon as I get to the high city, I feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows are like Tingzhou.
The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, and the sun is sinking into the pavilion. The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.
The green Qin Garden is under the birds at dusk, the cicadas are chirping and the leaves are yellow in the Han Palace in autumn.
Pedestrians should not ask about what happened in the past, for the water from the Wei River flows eastward from my homeland.
Silent Song of Canglang
Su Shunqin
Walking around the empty pavilion alone, the steps are made of stone, and the tranquility is unparalleled in the world.
The sound of cicadas echoing through sparse homes, and wild vines creeping into broken windows.
The second son died of hunger when the time came, and the third son sank into the river when he was driven out.
I have eaten well today and slept well, but I hate that the wine is not enough for me.
Gexiyi
Wang Anshi
The moon is missing and it is still dark, but a lamp comes to illuminate the autumn bed.
When you are sick, you feel the wind and dew most early, and when you return to your dream, you don’t know how long the mountains and rivers are.
Sitting there, I feel the generosity of my songs, and look at the desolate sky and earth.
The chirping cicadas are even more confusing to people's ears, and they are hugging the sparse tung leaves that are half yellow. 7. Some poems about cicadas
Silence is to cry in anticipation
Dormant is to fly
Screams are brewing in silence
Accumulation in darkness Strength
Breaking the ground
Breaking the ground——
I broke the ground in the thunder
I transformed in the wind and rain
< p> Sowing songs under the sunFreedom is no longer a dream
Morning dew and dusk mist are my delicacies
I fly
Me Singing
Me
——Xiaoyao
Cicada
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Wulu Category: Memory
It’s hard to be full because of the high price, but it’s all in vain and hates the sound.
At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.
The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.
Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.
Cicada
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yu Shinan Genre: Five Ancients
Drink the clear dew from the hanging cloth, and the sound of the flowing trees flows out.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind.
Chanting Cicadas in Prison and Preface
Era: Tang Author: Luo Binwang Genre: Wulu
The west of the forbidden wall of Yu Jin is a matter of the law hall. The ancient Sophora japonica tree has countless pearls. Although the business can be seen, it is the same ancient tree as Zhongwen of Yin Dynasty, and the lawsuit is here, that is, Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo. Every time the sunset shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them. How can people's hearts be different from those of the past, listening to the sound of insects in front of them with sadness? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtuous person is used to represent the virtuous. Therefore, cleansing one's body shows the noble conduct of a gentleman and admiring others. Shedding one's skin shows the spiritual appearance of an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang, respond to the changes, and store the opportunities. If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the faintness of the Tao; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgarity and thickness lead to the truth. Singing to the gentle breeze of the trees, the charm is as high as the sky. Drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others. The servant is lost and the road is difficult and dangerous, and he encounters a slight misfortune. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall. Hearing the sound of flying crickets, I realize that the redress has been played. Seeing the echo of love and things, I mourn the falling of weak feathers. The way is conveyed to others, and I feel sorry for the loneliness of the remaining sounds. It's not about writing and ink, it replaces the sorrowful clouds.
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are deep in thought.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.
No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity.
Qi Tianle, Cicada
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Mi Genre: Ci
Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang resentment, but he still stopped after hearing about it. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves. Sad farewell. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind turns to someone with a deep hatred.
The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, Cui'e should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and moving frequently, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable. Gradually meandering towards dusk, bricks and worms are connected with each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.
Qi Tianle, Cicada
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yisun Genre: Ci
The soul of the palace is broken by the lingering hatred, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, it also moves the dark leaves, and expresses the sorrow of separation again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant floats empty, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you still have such beautiful temples? The copper immortal sheds tears like lead, and sighs that it is difficult to store even the dew when he carries his plate far away. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The remaining sound is more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. I fantasize about the wind blowing, and there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle Cicada
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qiu Yuan Genre: Ci
The song of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thin gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Day and night. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable. There was still a lingering sound, suddenly flying across other branches. The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time. The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful. I am too lazy to brush the ice paper, and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.
In the summer of the second year of Kaicheng, I heard that the new cicada presented me with a dream
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancients
I have been separated from you for ten years, but I always feel sorry for you New cicadas chirp. Listen to me, Mr. ***, we are both in Luoyang City this year.
I know the forest is quiet in the noisy place, and I feel the scenery is clear when I hear it. The cool breeze suddenly blows, and autumn thoughts come first.
The remaining hibiscus flowers stand on the edge, and the shade of the old locust trees descends. Although there is no hatred, there is still a long-term love.
I am glad that I am not deaf and hear this sound every year.
After the rain in the long suburbs, the trees in the distance are greener, the new cicadas are chirping suddenly, irritating the ears, and the guests have been sitting alone for a long time
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Kou Zhun
Remote Mountain The summer rain has stopped, and the cool breeze comes from the distant trees.
I lean on the railing and open my lapel, and the new cicada stirs my autumn thoughts.
The sandy creek flows cleanly and gently, and the trees in the courtyard are sparse and green.
The festivals are coming again, captured by the deep sorrow.
The youthful age is like a rushing stream, and the light is not stopping.
In the early stage of feeling things and mourning, who knows the meaning of this. 8. Ancient poems describing cicadas
1. Don’t invade the sun and listen to it in a foreign land. ——Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty, "Wearing Cicadas"
2. It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound. At five o'clock in the morning, I want to break up, and the green trees are ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened. Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will clean up my whole family. ——"Cicada"
3. The door willows are not connected to the wild, and it is early cicada at first sight. Visitors have no fixed destination, so they should listen first. ——"Early Cicada"
4. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower has two branches. You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. ——"New Cicada's Gift to Liu Twenty-Eight"
5. As soon as the first call comes, the west wind blows on all the trees. I feel a sense of being a stranger in a foreign land before I leave Saihong. ——"Smell the Cicada"
6. The chanting in autumn is even more bitter, half swallowed and half followed by the wind. ——Yao He of the Tang Dynasty ("Sounding a Cicada Sends a Letter to Jia Dao")
7. The early cicada hugs the fragrant locust leaves alone, making noise towards the setting sun to spend the autumn. No matter how loud it is, it urges me to grow old. It’s worth hearing the screams in my ears. It must be that there is no high rhyme in the next level, it must be the white head hidden in the green mountains. ——"Morning Cicada"
8. The cool breeze comes at dusk, and hearing the cicada makes me sad. ——Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Qin Zhongshu Yuanyuan Master"
9. How clean is the body exposed when drinking, and the charm of chanting is longer. There are thousands of trees under the setting sun, but there is nowhere to hide from the praying mantis. ——"Painting Cicada"
10. The cicadas are anxious when the sun sets early, and the guests feel even more sad when they hear it. A sound comes on the pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown. ——"Smell the Early Cicada"
11. Once you hear the sorrow, you will feel the nostalgia again. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first. ——Who in Hengmen listens? In the locust flower at dusk. ——"Early Cicada" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
12. Cicadas on the temples resemble feathers. Qingwan reflects charmingly. Looking at the flowers by the lantern, I admire the bees clinging to the catkins. Spring is not yet promised. Baozheng Xianyuzhu. East wind dusk. ——"Silk Fishing"
13. The new cicada suddenly sprouts on the highest branch, and it listens for an infinite time. When I meet a friend who comes to say goodbye, I feel sad in two ways. ——"Feeling Feelings after Hearing the Cicada"
14. The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn corner is slightly clear. Traveling thousands of miles from my homeland, new cicadas suddenly chirp. ——"Smell the Cicada"
15. The sound of cicadas in the mangrove tree fills the sunset, and we see each other in sorrow. ——Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhen's "Send Lu Poetry"
16. The guests in the depressed hotel were frightened, and the monk's room was quiet and clear intermittently. May I ask what the cause of the cicada sound is? There are two types of sounds in ancient temples. ——"The Sound of Cicadas in Autumn"
17. The cicadas chirp in the evening, and the sound is harmonious to the summer clouds. The days are getting shorter and autumn is full. ——"Listen to the Early Cicada's Song"
18. The new cicadas chirp all night long, squeaking across the stream. Du Yu is still mixed, so old friends can't hear it. ——"New Cicada Sends to Gui Yong" 9. Poems with cicadas
Liu Yong's "Raining Bell" has cicadas and moons:
The cold cicadas are sad. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
There are too many moons:
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this moment.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
There are many more! 10. Poems about cicadas
The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more quiet. The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the southern crown think about invading. "Autumn cicadas sing among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" Nine poems: "The bright moon shines at night") "The cicadas are chirping in the cold, while the chrysanthemums are shining brightly in autumn" (Two poems by Pan Yue in Heyang County) "The cicadas mourn without leaving any sound, while the wild geese sing in the sky. "
(Tao Yuanming's "The ninth day of the ninth month of Jiyou year") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are startled" ("The tall willows sing with cicadas" by King Youli of the Sui Dynasty) "The microorganisms of nature are born. "It can always respond to the call" ("Wearing Cicadas" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty) "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Song Zhu Xi's "Nan'an Daozhong") "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the lingering sound echoes through Gaoxuan" (Southern Dynasties "Listening to Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches. Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are scattered." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicadas") "The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek") "The spring slips away Qianyou swallows, and the sound of the piano comes and goes.
The long wind kept cutting, still among the branches. " ("New Cicada" by Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty) "The magpies are startled by the bright moon, and the cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
"(Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night") "If you have to drink Xuantian dew, how can you say Gao Liuhan" ("Cicada Poetry" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties) "Drinking and exposing one's body He Jie, the chanting charm is longer" (Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada" of the Tang Dynasty).