Original text:
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Translation:
On the bleak phoenix tree, cicadas drink low and clear dew, and the cicada sound is crisp and loud, echoing among the trees.
Living on high branches, the swarm can be proud. Without the help of autumn wind, the sound is still far away.
This is a poem about objects, full of symbolic significance. Every sentence describes the shape, habit and sound of cicada, and every sentence implies the poet's noble character and interest. The deep meaning of chanting things is to praise people. The key of this poem is to grasp some specific features of cicadas and find artistic correspondence from them.