1, Luo, "A political prisoner listens to cicadas"
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.
Interpretation: In autumn, the cold cries are endless, and the prisoners are homesick.
2. Yu Shinan's Cicada
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.
Interpretation: Cicada hangs down its tentacles like a hat tassel and sucks the clear and sweet dew. The sound came from the tall and straight branches of the buttonwood tree. Cicadas spread far because they live in tall trees, not by autumn wind.
3. Yan Shu's "Huanxisha West Wind on the Lake"
The west wind on the lake urges dusk. Wet red-violet is exposed at night. Stay less and ride less to publicize the song feast. Say goodbye to the golden cup. When you enter the DPRK, you must approach the jade furnace. I wonder what year it will be.
Interpretation: In the evening, the setting sun shines obliquely, the breeze blows across the lake, and cicadas keep singing. As night falls, dewdrops are dotted on the red lotus, which is really lovely.
4. Mao Wenxi's Linjiang Fairy, Twilight Cicada, Falling in the Sunset.
Twilight cicadas set in the sunset, and silver toad shadows hung in Xiaoxiang.
The sunset sent away the last cicada, and silver moon hung high by the Xiaoxiang River, and the river next to Huangling Temple rolled up waves.
5. Books by Wu Jun and Zhu.
Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless.
Interpretation: cicadas have been calling for a long time, while apes have been calling for a long time.
6. Xin Qiji's "Walking along Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
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.
Interpretation: The bright moon on the horizon rises 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.