Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Yu Shinan
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.
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. Thank you, Mr. Chan, for giving me the biggest reminder. I, a small official in a similar situation to cicada, should also stick to integrity and make me feel at home.