A famous poem about cicada singing

1. What are the poems about cicadas? 1. "Chasing the cool on a summer night" Song-Yang Wanli Original: The night heat is still hot in the afternoon, and the door is bright.

Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night.

Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and trees in the distance, there was the chirping of insects; A burst of coolness came.

However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature. 2, "The First Song" Tang-Wang Changling original: cicada v. mulberry forest thin, cold in the border in August.

After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds. Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.

Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses. When cicadas are singing in the lonely mulberry forest, the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp and cold in autumn.

After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were full of yellow reeds lying on the ground. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust.

Don't imitate the ranger who thinks he is brave and doesn't care about his own life, and praise the purple horse beyond the ordinary. 3, "Reading Music in Four Seasons" Yuan-Weng Sen Original: Xiuzhu pressed the eaves and sang around, and the village was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.

Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night. Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.

The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind. Newly grown bamboo hangs under the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house.

My little study room is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains.

Just because I have always known the pleasure of reading, I lie leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the ancient Xi era. Reading is fun, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the lyre.

4, "Smell the cicada" Song-You Jiuyan Original: The mountain is dark and quiet, so the garden should be built. Cicada chirps deep in the tree, and the sunset outside the forest is sparse.

Slowly, the hillside became dark and the door of the old garden was ajar. Cicada on the old tree began to sing, and the sun outside the forest began to set.

5, "Cicada" Tang-Yu Shinan original: hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.

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 a high branch, the swarm can be proud. Without the help of autumn wind, the sound is still far away.

2. Poems describing cicada singing in summer Listen to cicada singing and read cicada poems.

Cicada, commonly known as cicada, is also called grasshopper bird and monkey. There are more than 3000 kinds in the world. In China, scientists found about 200 species, which were divided into spring cicada, Xia Chan and Qiu Chan according to their growing seasons. Cicada sings high and sharp in spring, Xia Chan sings loudly, and Qiu Chan's songs sound a little sad. Female cicadas can't sing, so they are called "dumb cicadas". Sarah Juss, an ancient Greek poet, once wrote two very humorous poems about chanting: How happy cicadas are because they have wives who can't talk.

Although the male cicada is called a "tireless singer", it sings not with its mouth, but with a corner of its chest and abdomen. This buzzer has an air cavity inside and a castanet outside. The air rushes out of the air cavity, and the castanet and the whole body vibrate to make a sound. Entomologists have found through long-term research that the chirping of male cicadas can reflect the change of weather. For example, all cicadas are singing in unison, which is good weather, and the cicada singing comes to an abrupt end, indicating that a storm is coming; A cicada singing on a cloudy day means it will clear up. Xu Shang, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, clearly put forward in his poem "Smelling Cicada": "Nature gives birth to tiny things, which can be called at any time". Bai Juyi, another great poet in the Tang Dynasty, told people in his poem "Smelling Cicada on Three Nights in June" that in Suzhou generation, cicadas began to sing at the beginning of June every year in the lunar calendar: "On the third night of dusk, new cicadas began to sing."

Cicada larvae live in the soil and suck the roots of plants, while adults suck the juices of plants. However, the ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as noble insects. Many literati also wrote many poems about cicadas, either pinning their ideals or alluding to their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. Sima Qian, a great historian of the Han Dynasty, wrote in Biography of Qu Yuan in Historical Records: "Cicada removes filth and floating dust in the mud." Here, cicada is used as a metaphor, and Qu Yuan's lofty moral integrity is highly praised. He doesn't go with the flow. Yu Shinan, an old minister of Sui Dynasty, was highly valued by Emperor Taizong and Li Shimin. He felt it and wrote a poem "Yong Huai Yong": "Dripping sweet dew to drink dew, dredging the sound of tung; Those who speak loudly are far away, not moved by the autumn wind ",which means that as long as you stand tall and clean, you can become famous without any strength." "Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was full of knowledge and ambitious, but he didn't expect to be caught in the middle of the dispute between Niu and Li, so he couldn't be reused and was down and out for life. Therefore, after hearing the cicada's singing, the height and purity of the cicada reminded him of his innocence, so he wrote a poem entitled "Cicada": "A 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, and I have made my garden full of weeds; I thank you for your sincere advice and let you live a pure life like you. " Poets grasp the characteristics of cicadas, write poems with emotion and write articles with emotion. The cicada in the poem is the author's own shadow.

Chanting poems are contrary to praising the nobility of cicadas and mocking the filth of cicadas. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin each wrote a poem "Cicada". In Lu Guimeng's works, cicada is a despicable and incompetent generation: "Only relying on the wind to make it work, everyone craves vitamins;" What is the clearness of the abdomen, and the thinness of the double feathers is even less. "In Luo Yin's works, cicada is a follower of the trend:" The earth is a relic, and your tone is the same as yours. The wind is full of dew today, so forget when I was muddy. "The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, strongly satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dirty officialdom in the late Tang society. In the third year of senior high school (AD 678), the Tang Dynasty poet Luo was framed and imprisoned for accepting bribes. When the imprisoned poet heard the cicada singing, he associated himself with his own experience, and he sang a poem with the same poem "Chanting Cicada": "The cicada singing in the west, the guests thinking deeply in the south crown. 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? ? "Poetry expresses feelings through cicadas, reveals the backwardness and sinister society at that time, and describes its dissatisfaction with politics. The whole poem is apt in metaphor, natural in allusion and full of puns. It expresses feelings in chanting things, from things to people, from people to things, and achieves the realm of unity between things and me.

Cicadas sing loudly, which many poets have vividly described. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Xiao Zifan, a poet of the Liang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Listening to cicadas in the backyard": "Try to chase the breeze far away, chat with Xia Ye, fly lightly to avoid Chu birds, and drink into Wu Garden." The whole poem is closely related to cicada, which is accomplished in one go, with changeable pen and ink, and pursues novelty and novelty. Now, it seems that people can hear Xia Chan's singing and see Xia Chan's activities. Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Cicada": "Hang your head and drink the dew, and smell the trees. It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. " On the surface, the whole poem is a rewriting of cicadas, but in fact it is more famous than Germans, so it doesn't need to be borrowed from the outside world. This is obviously a tribute to the beauty of human nature, and we can get some truth from it. Lu Tong, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "New Cicada": "Spring is lingering, and the harp begins to sing. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " In just a few words, the cicada song is vividly described, and the song echoes in people's ears like a flowing spring. The song dynasty poet Wang's "cicada", by describing the voice of cicada, expressed the sadness of feudal scholars for the country's ruin and helplessness: "The sick wing startled autumn, the world withered, and the sunset faded several times?" The aftertaste is more bitter! It's sad to have a clear business. "

In addition, Tao Yong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also wrote a poem "Cicada": "Cicada goes into the night clouds on a high tree, worrying about me as well as you. When it's okay, it seems that I don't smell it every time. " Zhu Shouxin, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Singing Zen": "Hold the leaves in the deep forest and sing while you can. How to forget the elevator in the distance and drink nectar to clear your heart? " Chen Zheng, a poet in the Southern Dynasties, accidentally got a poem "To Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng, Wang Yang and Shi Jiao": "Autumn geese write about the distant sun, and the willows gather in the garden to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the tree. The wind is loud and urgent, and the trees are near; Liu Yang drinks all day and learns the strings of Cai Yong. " Although these poems are also improvised and describe cicadas, they have a fresh and unique taste to read.

3. Li Shangyin's Cicada Poems

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 Wei Wuying in Xia Chan.

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.

4. The cicada is quieter in the poetry forest, and the Yingong Shanxi is quieter. In my cell, I was ordered to make up my mind, "In the bushes of Qiu Chan, that mysterious bird died peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) (Nineteen ancient poems, bright moon and bright night) "Singing cicadas is cold, when it is bloom in autumn" (Two poems in Heyang County by Pan Yue) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is in the clouds" (September 9th by Tao Yuanming) "The garden willows are cold, and cicadas should be surprised in order" (. The lingering sound of the Mao tree "(Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road)," The sound of flowing water surrounds the cluster of huo, and the lingering sound resounds "(Xiao Zifan's Southern Dynasties, Back Hall Listening to Cicada)," Leaves are exposed in the Qing song, and the branches of the sunset ring. Suddenly, the string is broken, and the Russian olfactory tube is uneven. (Tang Shang sent the lonely and the new cicada to meet) "The cicada noise forest is getting quieter, especially in the Tianshan Mountains. It's still among the branches. " (In the Tang Dynasty, Lu Tong's "New Cicada" "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why don't you bother to stay in the cold" (Liu Chen deleted the poems of chanting cicadas in the Southern Dynasties) "Drinking dew in He Jie will make you sing longer" (.

5. 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.

6. Is there any poem about Cicada that I first heard about Wei in summer?

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.

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Send Wang Yongshou Zanfu to Cen Can County (take the word cicada).

When an official is idle, he will temporarily return to Lin Quan. A hundred miles without stopping, the two towns and mountains reunite.

The night is wet, and the moon wind scares cicadas. And the wine that makes you drunk.

7. What are the poems describing "cicada singing" in summer? 1, birds speak green, cicadas speak yellow leaves, and the palace is autumn.

From the East Building of Xianyang City written by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Original poem

East Tower of Xianyang City

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

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When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, water plants and willows are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.

2, the setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, it urges thousands of trees to sing.

From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn.

Original poem

Walking in the nursery in early autumn

The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.

Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately.

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Walking in the garden in early autumn seems heartless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas in the trees in the garden sang loudly and desperately in the short time when the sun set, and the whole garden was full of cicadas. The chirping of cicadas seems to be around, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, these mysterious birds died peacefully.

It was anonymous in the Han Dynasty that the moon was bright in the sky and there was a song every night.

Original poem

The moon shines in the sky

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name?

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The bright moonlight shines in the night sky, and crickets chirp from time to time in the east corner. The jade star in the Big Dipper has pointed to Meng Dong, and many stars in the sky are so shining. The crystal dew has covered the weeds on the ground, and it's summer in Qiu Lai. Qiu Chan's intermittent chirp came from the branches. I don't know where the swallow is going. In the past, my fellow friends who walked hand in hand with me have already soared.

But they don't miss our friendship at all, just as pedestrians dislike footprints and me! Neither invivo nor the Big Dipper can be used to hold things and pour wine, nor can Altair be used to pull carts with yokes! No matter how good the friendship is, it can't be rock solid. What's the use of thinking about the cold world in name only?

4. In August, the cold current crossed the border, and cicadas sang and sang thin.

The First Song of Saigon by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Original poem

The first part of the fortress

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn.

After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.

Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.

Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

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Cicada chirps in the withered mulberry forest, and autumn is crisp on Xiaoguan Road in August. After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were all yellow reeds. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust. Don't be like that brave ranger who boasted about his war horse.

I don't know who to talk about, cicadas on the river are ringing all over my ears.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "The Old Duke Tours Two Provinces with Sad Autumn in the Guest Room"

Original poem

Guest house mourns autumn and cherishes two provinces.

Three times as big as A Lang, you are old. When you go out, you will keep the Five Classics and Autumn.

Mo Yan's Lord doesn't need help, and he shouldn't rest all his life.

The years on earth are like flowing water, and the autumn wind in the guest house rises again today.

I don't know who I am worried about, and cicadas on the river are full of ears.

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I have worked as a Langguan several times and have been in the county for five years. Don't say that the wise monarch will not be appointed, but the people all over the world are worried! Look at the time on the earth like running water, and watch the autumn wind whistling in the guest house. Full of worries, I don't know who to talk to, but I'm listening to cicadas on the river!

8. This poem describes cicada, Yu and Liu Yong, which is cold and sad. The preface of Changting is late. When the shower began to rest, all the doors were empty and the party was nostalgic. Lanzhou, hurry up. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked. When I missed it, it was a thousand miles of smoke, the twilight was heavy and the sky was vast. Affection has been hurt since ancient times, even worse. Where will I wake up tonight? In Yang Liuan, there are breezes and waning moons. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange. Who should I talk to? -That's Gan Tang of Zhou. Every evening, when the sun shines low, Qiu Chan is sparse, making a quiet sound and having a special taste. When people are different, they will listen to insects sadly. When the voice moves, the Germans will be like sages. Therefore, they will lead an honest and clean life, pay tribute to the noble deeds of gentlemen and talented people, shed their skin, and have the spirit of the emergence of fairy capital. At that time, they will come. Drinking the dew of high autumn is clear and scary to others. It is difficult for a servant to get lost, but he suffers from slight symbols. He complains rather than grieves, and declines first without shaking. When he heard the voice of a mother-in-law, he realized that his recovery had been played, and he saw that his feelings were in line with things. He lamented the fall of his delicate feathers and told people that he was lonely in the sound. It's not that pen and ink take the place of melancholy clouds. West side. Who is cicada? Li Shangyin, the pure heart is hungry because of this. You have been singing in vain all night. Oh, this last broken breath is among the green indifferent trees! Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your advice and live a pure life like you. -at dusk, Huaihuazhong .................................................................................................................................................... .................-.Persuade a few eyebrows. .............................................................................................................................. Another love story in ............................................... .................................................................................................. ............................................................................ is full of dust. ..................................................................... Autumn in .........................................................................................................'s hometown is separated by a sea of clouds. Lu, there is a phoenix cicada in it, and I am in a high mood. It sent the autumn wind in a hurry. It has a unique sense of danger, and it will gradually disappear. -The new cicada suddenly made a sound. Time flies, life is clearer. I dare not turn my ears frequently, but I have nothing to worry about. -Before the noise disappeared, ...........................................................'s ten-year-old book and newspaper brother ...................................................... first, ......................................................... is a fragrant girl in the leaves, .......................................................... Who will listen to me? . -.The cold air in the forest. -I heard it in the stream. - .

9. What are the poems describing "cicada singing" in summer? 1. "beginning of autumn smells of cicadas" Song Yang Wanli's old fire makes people want to break their heads, and it's also sad not to call it autumn.

Autumn will come when it rains at night, and cicadas will begin to report autumn tonight. 2, "Early Cicada" Tang Bai Juyi On the seventh day of June, Jiangtou Cicada sang.

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. 3, "Cicada" Song Songqi's belly is clear and full of dew, and the fairy spirit is gradually drifting away.

Mink Fan Wenmi is not my family, so I feel sorry for the crown. 4, "New Cicada" Fu is seriously ill and still exposed.

In order to board the raft, blow the raft into the clouds. There are true fairy deeds, windy and many trees.

If beauty and yin can be trusted, we should also know the future trouble. 5, "A political prisoner listens to cicadas and makes a preface" Tang Luobin and Lu Chanming, and Nan Guanke thinks deeply.

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 is worried about the table?

10. Some poems about cicadas remain silent in anticipation of chirping.

Dormant is to fly.

Brew a shout in silence

Gather strength in the dark

set up

Break ground-

I broke through the ground in the thunder.

I changed in the wind and rain.

Sow songs in the sun

Freedom is no longer a dream.

Morning dew and dusk fog are my delicacies.

I can fly.

I sing.

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cicada

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Style: Five Laws Category: Memory

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

Year: Tang Author: Yu Shinan Style: Five Dynasties Ancient

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.

A political prisoner is taking orders from cicada trade union.

Year: Tang Author: Luo School: Five Laws

I'm forbidden to go to the west of the wall, which is also a matter for the Dharma Hall. Although we know about it, we are familiar with it, but we know about it, that is, Gan Tang of Zhou. Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different from those of others, they will be sad because of the sound of insects. Hehe, the voice is moving, and the virtue is like a sage. Therefore, it is a noble act of a gentleman and a talented person to lead an honest and clean life, shed his skin and have the spirit of a fairy capital. At that time, the number of yin and yang should be changed and stored by machine. Open your eyes, don't be confused by the Tao, thin and winged, it's true. Singing the cool breeze of Shu Qiao, full of charm, and drinking the dew of autumn, why are you afraid of others? It's hard for a servant to get lost, but it's a shame to lose. Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off. Only when I heard the sound of flies flowing did I know that the replay was over, and I saw that my feelings should move with things, mourning for the weak feathers, giving people the way and sympathizing with the loneliness of the rest of the voices. Not pen and ink, but worry and worry.

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 is worried about the table?

Qi Tianle cicada

Year: Song Author: Genre: Ci

Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred? Remember the moving shadows lightly. Cuie should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are thin and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and serious. Gradually, it is dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. Dew washes away sadness, and smoke at dusk swallows it even more.

Qi Tianle cicada

Year: Song Author: Wang Style: Ci

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. Strangely, it is empty, but the jade Zheng is in tune. The mirror is black and the makeup is incomplete, which is still the case for anyone. Copper fairy lead tears like washing, sighing and carrying the plate away, it is difficult to keep zero dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the sunset disappeared several times. The aftertaste is more bitter. I'm lofty, and I'm sad. I want to have convulsions.

Qi Tianle cicada

Year: Song Author: Qiu Yuan Style: Ci

Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes and cool temples, drinking the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nye was also compassionate. There is still a lingering sound, suddenly flying over other branches. Qi Palace used to be a province, and pedestrians also said that there were women at that time. The rain rested on the empty mountain, and the moon was covered with ancient willows, as if the old place had been smelled. It is painful to leave love. I am lazy to brush the ice sound, and I am tired of playing the piano music. The ground cream is red, and the shallow sand wants to shed its feathers.

Two years later in the summer, I heard that the new cicada gave me a dream.

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Ancient Capital of Five Dynasties

After ten years away from you, I often feel the new cicada singing. This year * * * you listen, in Luoyang city.

Lin Jing is famous for its noise, but Jing Qing is famous for its smell. A cool breeze suddenly rolled up, and Qiu Si was first born in autumn.

The lace of the residual hibiscus stands, and the shade of the old pagoda tree falls. Although there is no hatred, I still love each other for many years.

I am glad that I am not deaf. I hear this voice every year.

The suburbs are long, the rain is far away, the trees are green, the new cicadas suddenly sound, and the guests sit alone for a long time.

Year: Song Author: Kou Zhun

The distant mountains rest in summer rain, and the distant trees are cool.

Even if the railing is opened, the new cicada moves Qiu Si.

Shaxi is clean and trickling, and the court is stunned.

Season and climate, sadness, excerpt.

If Fang is running, the light will not stop.

At the beginning of mourning, who knows what this time means.