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 Xia Chan Wei Wu Ying.
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.
2. Cicada Poetry: Cicada Tang Yu Poetry South
Hang down, drink clear dew,
The stream gurgled through the sparse tung trees.
From a distance,
It was not blown by the autumn wind.
Cicada is the work of Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It is a short poem with symbolic meaning, and it is also the earliest chant poem in Tang Dynasty. Through the description of cicada singing, the author further expresses the noble sentiment of the author to lead an honest and clean life.
Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
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.
Cicada is a five-character poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem first describes the cicada's situation, then jumps directly to his own experience and expresses his feelings directly, and finally returns to the cicada naturally, with harmonious beginning and end and coherent meaning. The whole poem begins with cicada and ends with cicada, which is well organized. The description of cicada and the poet's affection are skillfully expressed together and integrated into one, which is a masterpiece of supporting things and chanting things. Poets express their noble character by drinking cicadas and dew, which is a typical example of praising people with things.
Knowing Bai Juyi in the early Tang Dynasty
On the seventh day of June, cicadas in the river began to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk.
A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings.
Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind.
Recall the past and listen to it under the pagoda tree in the East Palace.
Today's infinite thinking, clouds and trees around the city.
Late cicada Tang Lu yin
Hiding deep behind the willow can reduce loneliness and the past.
I was afraid that the traveler's head was not white, and I moved the tree again and again.
3. Li Shangyin's words describing the image of cicada: I am hungry because I am pure, and I sing for nothing all night.
Cicada-Don 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.
Cicada lives in tall trees, so it tastes bad; Although it pretends to be lofty, it is futile whether it is full of hatred or mourning, and it can't get rid of poverty and hunger in life after all. By the dawn of the fifth watch, the cicada's singing has almost been cut off, but the leaves of a tree are still so green, not sad and sparse for the cicada's whining, but so indifferent. As the staff of various places, the poet is a humble little official, like a puppet wandering around in the water. What's more, the weeds in my hometown and the weeds in the wild have become one, and people have no place to stay in the fields. Cicada's noble conduct is in line with my integrity and poverty. Mr. cicada, thank you for reminding me the most. I, a small official in a similar situation to cicada, should also stick to integrity and make me feel at home.
4. Knowing the poem, Li Shangyin has no desire and sings 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 at the beginning of the month, 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, the cicada Bai Juyi fell in Qing Xiang, and the willow wind blew. 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. I heard that the new cicada gave Liu 28 Bai Juyi a cry 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.
Listen to cicadas when you answer a dream, and see Bai Juyi open his mouth and think 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 Zhao Wei the cicada. The cicada is chaotic at the beginning of the day, and the string tube building is absolutely unheard of. 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.
The cicada Du Mu's fire cloud smells like it is dying out at the beginning, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly clear. 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.
Reciting Li Bai's medicine, pure drinking dew, sad singing wind. Before going to the crown side, I was surprised in the leaves.
A political prisoner is listening to cicada singing: In my cell, make up my mind. 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? .
Qiuchen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu, Chen Luobin and Wang Jiuqiu had a short chat at dusk. 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.
At first, I heard that Wei Wuying, the cicada in summer, had not taken advantage of the summer heat, and the singing scene of cicada had 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.
Cicada in the south of the city, drinking clear dew, sound sparse tung. Speak louder and don't be blown by the autumn wind.
5. Common cicada poems Common cicada poems:
cicada
Don
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.
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.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple 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
king
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window, strange and empty, and the jade Zheng adjusts the column. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears such as washing, sighing away, it is difficult to keep zero dew. Sick wings frighten autumn and wither to see the world. How many degrees does it disappear in the sunset? The aftertaste is more bitter, and it is a kind of sadness to be lonely in business. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
6. About Li Shangyin's "Knowing", knowing that you live in a tall tree, it tastes bad; Although it pretends to be lofty, it is futile whether it is full of hatred or mourning, and it can't get rid of poverty and hunger in life after all. By the dawn of the fifth watch, the cicada's singing has almost been cut off, but the leaves of a tree are still so green, not sad and sparse for the cicada's whining, but so indifferent. As the staff of various places, the poet is a humble little official, like a puppet wandering around in the water. What's more, the weeds in my hometown and the weeds in the wild have become one, and people have no place to stay in the fields. Cicada's noble conduct is in line with my integrity and poverty. Mr. cicada, thank you for reminding me the most. I, a small official in a similar situation to cicada, should also stick to integrity and make me feel at home.
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This is the author's famous chanting poem. Poets express their feelings about life by singing cicadas. The first four lines of the poem chant cicadas, which actually sounds unfair; The last four sentences are straightforward, linking one's own destiny with cicadas. Poetry begins with cicadas and ends with cicadas, and the composition is rigorous. The meticulous description of the material state and the euphemistic expression of affection have achieved a seamless blend and unity, and it is indeed a masterpiece that supports and praises things.
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