Cicada Poetry (1)
Chan Xu Yin
Cold sound is better than other insects, crowned with wings and impoverished with temples. Since then, shelling has become a commonplace, and the voice is as sad as last year.
In the morning, chrysanthemums bloom, and in the evening, Sophora leaves fall with the wind. From then on, the most amazing guest, where to live, flew to the ceiling.
Chan Xue Tao
Dewdrops are far away, and the wind blows several leaves together. Sounds like people, each living in a branch.
Zilan in Two cicadas
The cicada sang the branches of the ancient pagoda tree at first, and it was sad and intermittent. After the rain, I suddenly heard who suffered the most, and I was homesick in a lonely house in a foreign land.
The rotten willow cicada sings the muddy river next to it, just like the horn of the sun ringing. There is less sadness when you are ordinary, and more sadness when you hear it.
Bai Juyi in The First Cicada
When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. Who is listening at Hengmen? At sunset, Huaihua Li
Liu Yuxi, answer the news of the new cicada in the punishments department.
I haven't felt cicada for a long time before it was heard. As soon as I entered the desolate ear, I smelled a broken string.
Cicada Poetry (2)
Listen to cicada, Yang Wanli
Cicadas don't add trouble, and people are naturally sad when they are heartbroken.
March 25th, Drinking Prescription School Bookstore, Liu Kezhuang.
Why does Yong Men play a song? Cicada's voice is extremely sad.
Chen Tao Yong
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.
Li Shangyin in Cicada
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 in the south of the city.
The weeping ear drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Cicada Poetry (3)
Chen Tao Yong
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.
Chan Xu hun
I don't know why I like autumn. Zhumen has a long chanting sound, right next to the sad people, sending them sorrow.
Li ying, cicada
Drinking cicadas will shake the rain and fall on high locusts, and mountain ants will move into stone steps. If you want to see the beauty of Qin Lou, you should also unplug the golden hairpin.
Chan Lu Guimeng
Only rely on the wind, all rely on yang vitamins. What is the clearness of a belly, and the thinness of double feathers is even less.
Trade mink gold for wine and draw a sparrow map. Fear is a thousand-year-old hatred, which makes the sunset roar.
Cicada, Zhang Qiao
When Qiu Chan was first sad, he was a guest for a long time. Those once feelings, last year, where to sing.
Listen carefully to the aftertaste and look back at the old sound later. Whose tree is intermittent, and the cool wind sends you away.
Cicada Poetry (4)
Ye Luo, cicada
When I first entered the new autumn, the most surprising thing was the cicada singing. Can make the season wither and worry about listening to the mountains and rivers.
Don't get drunk by the strings, rely on the willows to scratch your feelings. My hometown is still melancholy, and the situation is that the years have traveled to Wan Li Road.
Chanluoyin
I have never wasted my time in heaven and earth. I will borrow your voice from you.
A political prisoner listens to cicadas.
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? ?
Zhuzainan' an road
How far the cicada is, the leafy trees have echoes.
Bai Yunfei Book of New Cicada
At present, cicadas suddenly sound, moving like a guest? I think an old age can make everything alive.
Extended reading: a famous cicada poem
A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. (old proverb)
Shorter feet and longer inches. (Qu Yuan)
But before he could conquer, he died, and the hero was always in tears. (Du Fu)
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. (Li Shangyin)
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. (Meng Jiao)
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng)