1. Verses describing the shedding of cicadas

Fei Long Yin (Chen Tao)

There is a bear king who is like an immortal, who has been eating clouds and refining stones for three thousand years. Once the Yellow Dragon descends into the sky for nine days,

Riding on the dragon, the cedars will rise into the purple smoke. Wan surnames cling to their beards and fall to the ground, shouting with bows and swords floating in the cold water.

The purple luan fell into the jade sheng eighty-nine times, and the golden mirror shined in the sky. Feather banners and tassels are decorated with silver in the autumn of Han Dynasty.

The sixth palace looks past the hibiscus sorrow. Yinglong is waving in the middle of the garden and laughing, and the flowing water is surrounding the moss island.

The auspicious wind is rustling, the sky is light, and the Yao Que'e is exposed in the garden. Purple phoenix singing at the top of the building, green beef rice under three trees. The Nine Towers of Honglong look like the Jade Emperor, and Jun Tianle leads Jin Hualang.

The flower-spreading boy has short crane clothes, while the pot-throwing girl has long eyebrows. Tongting serves a banquet at Yaochi,

The old rabbit springs high and Gui Gongbai. The country under Penglai gave me a piece of gold, and my mother picked a small piece of golden peach.

Immortals flow thousands of seals and seals in spring, and the thirty-six holes are in the wind and clouds. A thousand years of small signs, a cicada sheds,

Dantai Shiya Fusangjun. When the Golden Crow tried to bathe in the Qingmen water, the mayflies in the lower world died several times. 2. What are the poems describing "cicada sloughing"

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1. Immortals flow thousands of seals and insects seal spring, and thirty-six holes meet the wind and clouds. Thousands of years. A small omen is a cicada shed. 2. The cicada sheds its branches in a poor house. The night is long and the eaves are cold and there is no sleep. Learn how to shed cicadas. 4. The sky is clear and clear. When I come back to find my teacher, the cicadas have shed their leaves. 5. Together with the elixir of life, I have shed my cicadas in the dust for three hundred years. The apes and birds are still mourning. . 7. I wish to cherish the memory of the mist leopard, but not to love the wind and the cicada. Sometimes, I dream of the lakes thousands of miles away. .The virtuous heart of my family makes me a cicada in the city of secular learning and a forest of benevolent people. Definition:

Original text: There is a bear king who likes gods and has been eating clouds and refining stones for three thousand years. Riding on dragons and twigs, the purple smoke rises. Wanxing climbs his beards and falls to the ground, shouts his bow and sword and floats on the cold water. The purple luan falls into the jade sheng in eighty-nine years, and the golden mirror shines in the sky. Sadness. The dragon is waving in the middle of the garden, and the flowing water is surrounding the moss island. The sky is light and the wind is rustling. , Jun Tianle leads Jin Hualang. The boy with scattered flowers has short clothes, and the girl who throws pots has long eyebrows. Thousands of sealed insects are written in spring, thirty-six holes meet the wind and clouds. A thousand years of small signs, a cicada sheds, the golden crow bathes in the Qingmen water, and the mayfly in the lower world dies several times. 3. Famous sayings about the process of cicada shelling. Or the poem

I want to catch the chirping cicada, but I suddenly shut up and stand in Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down to drink the clear dew, and the sound flows out of the sparse trees.

It is not to borrow the autumn wind to keep its voice high. The sound of cicadas is loud and distant. Throughout the ages, the singing of "cicada, cicada" has caused poets with rich and delicate emotions to write many beautiful and moving poems.

"Autumn cicadas sing on the tree." In the meantime, the black bird passed away peacefully? " (Xuanniao, that is, swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night") "The cicadas are singing in the cold, while the chrysanthemums are shining in the autumn flowers" (Two Poems by Pan Yue in Heyang County) "The mourning cicadas have no sound, and the wild geese are singing in the sky. . "(Tao Yuanming's "The ninth day of the ninth month in the year of Jiyou") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the cicadas are frightened in response to the order." (The Sui Dynasty King Youli's "Fu De Gao Liu Cicada") "The microorganisms created by nature can always respond to the call." ( "Hearing the Cicada" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty) "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sound" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Daozhong") "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the lingering sound echoes through the high tower" ("Listening to the Cicada in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) ) "Qingyin sings the dew leaves at dawn, and the sunset branches are noisy with sadness.

Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are mixed." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister to See the New Cicadas") "The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji "Ruruo" "Ye Xi") "The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. The long wind keeps cutting, still among the branches. "

("New Cicada" by Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty) "The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. " (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Yue·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night") "If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" (Southern Dynasty Chen Liu Xi's "Poetry of Chanting Cicadas") "Drinking dew will make your body cleaner, and your singing style will be longer." (Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada" of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the cicadas, they are not in the same place.

The thin willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing brightly and the moon is dawning; the sound of autumn is rising in the chaos of the calendar, which is uneven and disturbing. Single chanting is like turning the flute, while the crowd is noisy and learning how to tune the sheng; the wind drifts and makes a lot of noise, mostly containing the sound of discontinuity.

…” “Listening to the chirping cicadas is extremely sad. In the group of hissing jade trees, the noise echoes beside the Golden Gate; the long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew brings the morning meal.

The evening breeze brings out the dew in the morning, and the autumn sky sings loudly to reveal the truth. The light body covers a few leaves, and the whining embraces a branch.

..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad when they hear cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad, "So I observe things, and the old things all have my color" (Wang Guowei, "Human Words"). Just as Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any worries, it is natural that people are heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas").

Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty: "Nowadays, cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be a stranger to you? I feel that I am old and can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "I feel sad when I hear it. , and then listen to the new sound of cicadas on the Wei River.

Who is listening in the locust flowers at dusk? Before the onset of the disease, I already feel the passing of time. When I hear the desolation, I feel like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu's Hearing of New Cicadas"); Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze comes at dusk, and hearing the cicadas makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuan") "The Master"), Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and we see each other with sorrow and sadness" ("Farewell to Lu Poetry").

Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of clear summer heat will cause the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone" ("Morning Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the remaining sun and make noise. Listening in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada"); Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "The slanting light is hidden deep in the back of the tall willows, and I can feel lonely and sad about the past.

I am still afraid that the head of the traveler is not white, and the sound of the tree is flying again and again." ( "Evening Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "It's even more bitter when autumn comes, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing the Cicada to Jia Dao"); Song Liuyong: "The chilling cicada is sad, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to subside." ( "Rain Lin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Yinfang School Garden on March 25th".

(3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals or ambitions, or to It is a metaphor for his own rough and unfortunate life experience. The first thing that should be mentioned is of course what is known as the "three unique features" of the cicada poems of the Tang Dynasty: Drinking clear dew while sitting down, the sound of flowing trees flows out.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South want to invade.

Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.

No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? ——Wang Luo Bin, "Singing the Cicada in Prison" It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound.

At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.

Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" The three poems are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used the chant of cicada to express their meaning, but their purpose is very different and each is unique.

Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Maid Poems": "The same chanting cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, and it does not borrow the autumn wind." This is a Tsinghua saying; King Luo Bin said, "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind blows", which is the saying of people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of the high altitude, but it's useless to make noise", which is different from the saying of Bixing."

Attachment: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicada in Prison" by King Luo Bin. The Yujin Palace, to the west of the forbidden wall, is where the Facao Hall is located, and there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, it is the same as the dead tree of Zhongwen of Yin Dynasty; and the hearing of litigation is here, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo.

Every evening when the sun shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them. Is it possible that people's hearts are different from those of the past, and they feel sad when they hear the sound of insects? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.

Therefore, by cleansing one's body, one can show the noble character of a gentleman; by shedding one's skin, one can have the spiritual appearance of becoming an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in time, and examine the opportunities to use them.

If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the dimness of the Tao; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgar thickness obscure your true vision. Singing the breeze of the trees, the charm is heavenly; drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others.

The servant lost his way and was in danger, and he encountered the evil situation. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall.

Hearing the sound of cicadas, he realizes that he has been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, he is afraid of the crisis. I embellished poems based on my feelings to inform all my friends.

The sentiments of common people are echoed by things, and I feel sorry for the falling of weak feathers; the way is known to others, and I feel sorry for the loneliness of the remaining sounds. It's not about writing and ink, it replaces the sorrowful clouds.

(4) Unlike poems about swallows, there are also those who ridicule the filthiness of cicadas in poems about cicadas. The representative work is undoubtedly the poem "Cicada" by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.

Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind to make a move, all relying on willows as the capital. What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers."

Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is made of one thing. Yi, I am in tune with you and you are so full of wind and dew, I should forget the time when I was in trouble."

In Lu's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; in Luo's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person. He is a follower of the crowd. The two poems use cicadas to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and dim officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.

(5) The rest are as follows: Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty wrote: "The sound of cicadas in the tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also about you. When everyone is free, it seems like it every time I hear it. 4. Begging for ancient poems describing the metamorphosis of cicadas and butterflies

Cicada

Tang Dynasty. Yu Shinan

Drinking the clear dew from the drapery, the sound of the flowing trees

It’s not just to borrow the autumn wind to keep your voice high.

It’s really hard to find ancient poems about the transformation of butterflies. I recommend one with a butterfly.

Li Shangyin< ;Butterfly>Four Poems

Part 1

The solitary butterfly is small and fluttering,

its pink wings are open

and should be injured. Bright and clear,

comes frequently in the snow.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou

It’s urgent to wash your feet on the beach at night, and the north wind is cool at dawn.

Wu Shan and Chu Ze traveled all over, but they only missed Xiaoxiang.

I bought a small boat and went back. God will pay for it, and I will go to the Canglang in June.

Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds.

Make lotus clothes, wear orchids, and make beautiful flowers.

Concubine Xiang danced and smiled, playing the harp and playing the Qing Shang.

Arouse the loyalty and indignation of Jiu Ge, wipe away the words of Sanlu, and compete with the sun.

Don’t send your children to sleep, for this joy has not yet been discovered. 5. Famous quotes or poems about the process of cicadas shedding their shells

Intent on catching the chirping cicada, suddenly stood up with his mouth closed Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down its stilts to drink the clear dew, and the sound of the stream flows out of the sparse tung trees.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. The sound of cicadas is loud and distant. Throughout the ages, the singing of "Cicada, Cicada" has caused poets with rich and delicate emotions to write many beautiful and moving poems.

"The autumn cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the black birds are passing away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: The Bright Moon and the Bright Night Light") "The cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the chrysanthemums are shining in the autumn flowers." (Pan Yue's "Two Poems from Heyang County") "The mourning cicadas leave no sound, and the wild geese chirp in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9, Jiyou Year") "The willows in the garden have been singing for a long time, and the hissing cicadas are alarmed in response" (Sui Wang Youli's " "The cicadas sing in tall willows") "The little things created by nature can always sing in response to the call" ("Smell the Cicadas" by Xu Shang of the Tang Dynasty) "The cicadas have a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Daozhong") "The flow of The sound echoes around the bushes, resounding through Gaoxuan" ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves makes the sad noise of the sunset branches.

Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the pipes are heard to be uneven." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicada") "The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountain becomes more secluded with the singing of birds" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream") "The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. It's long. The wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches."

(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night." (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon: Walking on the Yellow Sand Road" ) "If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say goodbye to the high willow cold" ("Cicada Poems" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasty) "How clean will your body be if you drink dew, and the chanting charm will be longer" ("Painting Cicada" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicada, Autumn cicadas are not in one place.

The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing brightly at dawn; the sounds of autumn are scattered and disturbing. Contains the sound of death.

..." "It is extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing to the side of the Golden Gate; the long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew is provided for the morning meal. p> The evening breeze is full of dew, and the high voice of autumn is the only thing that can be seen. I am light and cover a few leaves, crying and holding a branch.

..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about them, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "Looking at things with me, old things all have my color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"). As Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said: "The sound of cicadas does not add any worries, but it makes people feel heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas").

Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty: "Nowadays, cicadas are chirping suddenly. How can I be a stranger to you? I feel that I am old and can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "I feel sad when I hear it. , and then listen to the new sound of cicadas on the Wei River.

Who is listening in the locust flowers at dusk? Before the onset of the disease, I already feel the passing of time. When I hear the desolation, I feel like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu's Hearing of New Cicadas"); Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze comes at dusk, and hearing the cicadas makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongji Yuan") "The Master"), Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and we see each other with sorrow and sadness" ("Farewell to Lu Poetry").

Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of clear summer heat will cause the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone" ("Morning Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the remaining sun and make noise. "Listening in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada"); Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "The slanting light is hidden deep in the back of the tall willows, and I can feel lonely and sad about the past.

I am still afraid that the head of the traveler is not white, and the sound of the tree is flying again and again." ( "Evening Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "It is even more bitter when autumn comes, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing the Cicada to Jia Dao"); Song Liuyong: "The chilling cicada is sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to subside." ( "Rain Lin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is extremely desolate" "Yinfang School Garden on March 25th".

(3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas lived by eating wind and drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as a symbol of nobility and chanted them, either to express their ideals or ambitions, or to It is a metaphor for his own rough and unfortunate life experience. The first thing that should be mentioned is of course what is known as the "three unique features" of cicada poetry in the Tang Dynasty: Drinking clear dew while sitting down, the sound of flowing trees flows out.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South want to invade.

Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.

No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? ——Wang Luo Bin, "Singing the Cicada in Prison" It is difficult to fill up because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound.

At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.

Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.

——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" The three poems are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used the chant of cicada to express their meaning, but their purpose is very different and each is unique.

Shi Buhua from the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Maid Poems": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, and it does not borrow the autumn wind." This is a Tsinghua saying; King Luo Bin said, "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind blows", which is the saying of people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of the high altitude, but it's futile and useless", which is different from the saying of Bixing."

Attachment: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin. The Yujin Palace, to the west of the forbidden wall, is where the Facao Hall is located, and there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, it is the same as the dead tree of Yin Zhongwen; but the lawsuit is here, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo.

Every evening when the sun shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered, making quiet sounds, and you can smell them. Is it possible that people's hearts are different from those of the past, and they feel sad when they hear the sound of insects? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.

Therefore, by cleansing one's body, one can show the noble character of a gentleman; by shedding one's skin, one can have the spiritual appearance of becoming an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in time, and examine the opportunities to use them.

If you have wide-open eyes, don't blind your vision because of the dimness of the Tao; if you have wings that are thin, don't let the vulgar thickness obscure your true vision. Singing the breeze of the trees, the charm is heavenly; drinking the falling dew of high autumn, it is clear and fearful of others.

The servant lost his way and encountered difficulties and dangers. Don't be sad but complain about yourself, and decline before you fall.

Hearing the sound of cicadas, he realizes that he has been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, he is afraid of the crisis. I embellished poems based on my feelings to inform all my friends.

The sentiments of common people are echoed by things, and I feel sorry for the falling of weak feathers; the way is known to others, and I feel sorry for the loneliness of the remaining sounds. It's not about writing and ink, it replaces the sorrowful clouds.

(4) Unlike poems about swallows, there are also those who ridicule the filthiness of cicadas in poems about cicadas. The representative work is undoubtedly the "Cicada" poem by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.

Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind to make a move, all relying on willows as the capital. What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers."

Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is one. Yi, I am in tune with you and you are so full of wind and dew. I should forget the time when I was in trouble."

In Lu's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; in Luo's writing, the cicada is a despicable and incompetent person. He is a follower of the crowd. The two poems use cicadas to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and dim officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty.

(5) The rest are as follows: "The sound of cicadas from the tall trees enters the evening clouds," written by Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty, not only worrying about me but also about you. When everyone is free, every time. 6. Poems about cicadas

The rain is falling, the willows are hanging, and the cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion.

The showers have begun to stop, and the people in the tents are drinking without a trace. The orchid boat is holding hands and looking at each other. My eyes are speechless and choked with tears.

Thousands of miles away, the mist fills the sky. Passionate feelings have been sad for parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.

Sober up tonight. Where? The willow bank, the dawn wind and the moon. This time, it should be a good time.

Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me! -------------------------------------------------- --------------------- Chanting the Cicada in Prison and Preface to King Luo Bin Go to Baidu to check the details of the Yujin Forbidden City. The west of the forbidden wall is a matter of the law hall. There are ancient locust trees and beads. Yan. Although the business can be seen, the same old tree as Yin Zhongwen, and the lawsuit is here, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gantang.

Every time the sunset shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas sing quietly, and you can hear them. How can people's hearts be different from those of the past?

The sound of sighing is used to move one's face, so a virtuous person can cleanse his body, showing off the noble conduct of a gentleman. Its skin also has the spirit of immortality.

It comes in time, follows the numbers of yin and yang, and changes according to the seasons. It has the purpose of opening the eyes and not being ignorant. His vision is thin and thin, and he does not regard it as ordinary and thick.

Singing the gentle breeze of the trees, drinking the dew of high autumn, he is afraid that people will know that the road is difficult and dangerous. Micro Emblem.

Not sad but self-pitying. Hearing the sound of crickets flowing away, realizing the truth has been played. Seeing the response of things, mourning the falling of weak feathers, the way is sent. People know that the remaining sounds are lonely.

It is not the words and ink that replace the sorrowful clouds. The white head sings. It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind is loud.

No one believes in Gao Jie. Li Shangyin is originally a high-spirited cicada, and he hates it in vain. A green tree is ruthless.

The thin and ruthless branches of the family are still there, and the grass in the hometown has been wiped out. I am the most worried about you, and I am also clearing up my family.

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------ The early cicada shines on the mountain first when the moon rises, and the sound of the early cicada reaches the ears of idlers first.

< p> I feel sad when I hear the sound of cicadas in Weishang Village.

Who is listening in the locust trees at dusk?

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- On the night of June 3rd, I heard the cicadas Bai Juyi smelled of lotus fragrance and clear dew falling, and the willows moved happily.

On the third night of the third lunar month, the new cicada chirps for the first time. At first I heard that I was a visitor from the North, but I listened quietly and recalled Tokyo.

I have a bamboo forest house, don’t let the cicadas sing again. I don’t know if there is a moon on the pond, who will set the boat sailing? -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- When the cicada made a sound, there were two branches of the locust flower.

You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. Bai Gen's head is quick, Qing Yun starts late.

Without a glass of wine, I encourage you to open your eyebrows. -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Answering the dream of hearing cicadas and seeing them sent to Bai Juyi, he opened his mouth and thought about the vastness, chanting alone in front of the evening wind.

The appearance of the people is different from the day before, and the sound of cicadas is like last year. After the new rain of locust trees, the shadows of willows look like autumn.

After listening to this, I had no other plans, and I missed another chapter of lovesickness. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Wind cicada Zhao Gu Wind cicada sings in the morning and evening, accompanied by the sound of autumn at night.

All the guests from my hometown have returned, and I walk alone by the water. The noisy pavilion is surrounded by tall trees, and I am surprised to be pillowed across the dusk mountain.

No one can be seen anywhere, and the dust is everywhere. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Listening to the cicadas' noisy cicadas at the beginning of the day, they are never heard in the Xianguan Tower.

The number of people competing for help is overwhelming, and the autumn in my hometown is separated by clouds across the five lakes. Han Feng Chan Lu Zhaolin Gao Qinglin Shuang Yue.

A sharp sound sends the autumn breeze away. The unique meaning of danger will also lead to the loss of hair.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Du Mu, Wen Chan, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn horn is fading. clear. Traveling thousands of miles from my homeland, new cicadas suddenly chirp.

The times still seem to be moving, and the days are more clear. Don't dare to listen too often, just worried about what will happen in vain.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- The weak willows chirp and the autumn cicadas Li Shimin scatter the jade-stepped willows, including Cicadas chirp hidden in the green. The tiny shape is hidden in the leaves, before the wind blows out.

----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- I heard a cicada sent to Cantonese in late summer (a poem written by Lang Shiyuan) Li The orioles chirped yesterday, and the cicadas are chirping today. It will take a few years for beauty to develop towards China.

The white clouds of my homeland are far away, and I live leisurely and green grass grows. Because I shed a few lines of tears, I wrote a letter to my brother for ten years.

----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Chanting Chan Li Baiyao clears the heart and drinks dew, and suddenly sounds sad Chanting the wind. Before it reaches the side of the flower crown, it is startled by the shadow in the leaves.

----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Zhang Jiuling Cicada, "Listening to Cicadas at Night" by Cui Huangmen Hissing jade branches, blowing in the evening breeze. Fortunately, I listened all night long and drank the dew.

Thinking about the approaching autumn, the sound is suitable for the quiet night. It's not gold jewelry, it's just fragrance.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Chanting Cicadas in Prison Luo Binwang Xilu cicadas sing, Nan Guanke Thoughts invade. The shadow of Xuanxuan came and chanted at Bai Tou.

It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud. No one believes in Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity?

----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Qiu Chan King Luo Bin’s nine-autumn trip is already at dusk, and it’s temporarily safe to chat with him. The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, but the noisy willows are sad.

Fractal makeup is used to thin the temples, and hollow shadows are used to decorate the crown. Self-pity is sparse and the shadow is broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night.

----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- I first heard the summer cicada Wei Yingwu Gui The summer heat is not yet over, the cicadas are chirping. The scenery is dark. As soon as I hear it, I know where it is. The tall trees are invading the clouds.

When the sound of sorrow comes, the tooth decays, and when the festival is over, it is an outlier. I still recall the days in the suburban garden and heard it in the stream.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Send Yongshou Wang Zan's Mansion back to the county (de cicada) Cen Shen became an official and had free time, so he could return to Linquan for the time being. There is no overnight stay on the road of hundreds of miles, and the mountains of the two villages are connected again.

The dew is wet in the late night, and the moon is blowing and the wind is frightening the cicadas. Let the master drink all his wine, so that you can be drunk and fall asleep.

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