1. Verses about the transformation of cicadas
2. Verses about the transformation of cicadas
Poems about the transformation of cicadas 1. Poems about transformation
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Cicada
Yu Shinan of the Tang Dynasty
Drinking clear dew from the Sui River, the sound of flowing out of the sparse tung trees.
It is not right to keep a loud voice from afar. Borrowing the Autumn Wind.
It’s really hard to find ancient poems about the metamorphosis of butterflies. I recommend one with butterflies!
Four Poems by Li Shangyin
Part One
A solitary butterfly hovers in small feathers,
Its pink wings are spread out.
And should hurt the bright and clear,
Frequently come close to the snow.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Wash your feet on the beach at night, and the north wind will cool down.
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Wushan has traveled all over the country, and the only thing left is Xiaoxiang.
I bought a boat and went back. God paid me for it, and I went to Canglang in June.
Cicadas shed their dust. Outside, butterflies dream of Shuiyun Township.
Make lotus clothes, sew orchids, and wear beautiful flowers.
Concubine Xiang dances and smiles, plays the harp and plays Qing Shang.
< p> Arouse the loyalty and indignation of Jiu Ge, wipe away the words of Sanlu, and still compete with the sun.Don’t send your children to wake up, this joy has not yet flowed.
2. About "Cocoon" What are the poems about "Become a Butterfly"?
1. When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small ones. ----------From "Wang Yue" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Translation: You must climb to the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, and be filled with pride.
2. How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-chilling cold? ------From "Ode to a Discourse in the Hall" by Zen Master Huang He of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Without the bone-chilling cold, how can there be the fragrance of plum blossoms?
3. At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until the Lingyun tree reached its peak. ------From "Little Pine" by Du Xunhe in the Tang Dynasty
Translation: Those people did not recognize the trees that could tower into the clouds at that time. People did not call them tall until they towered into the clouds
4. It takes three days to test the jade, and seven years to identify the material. -------From "Five Poems of Fangyan·Part 3" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: It takes three days to burn to test the authenticity of jade, and seven years to identify wood.
5. The ancients left no stone unturned in their knowledge, and only when they are young and old can they become successful. ----From "Winter Night Reading to Show Ziyu" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Translation: The ancients spared no effort in learning, and often did not achieve success until old age.
6. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ---------"Searching for Flowers Alone by the River·Part 6" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Translation: Nostalgic for the fragrant flowers. Colorful butterflies are always flying among the flowers, free and delicate, and the oriole is singing happily. .
7. I was so drunk when I returned that I refused to worship Xiao Cao. ----------"The White Horse" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: You have not changed your heroic spirit since your return. You drink all day long and refuse to bow to Prime Minister Xiao Cao.
8. Three winters are enough today, who laughs with an empty stomach. -----------"Qinxue" Song Dynasty: Wang Zhu
Translation: After studying hard for several years, "three winters of literature and history are enough", knowledge is already there, who will know it at that time? Are you kidding me that you are ignorant and have no knowledge?
9. The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent is not exhausted. ---------"Han Ju/Painted Chrysanthemum" Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao
Translation: You bloom in autumn and never clump with flowers. Standing alone beside a sparse fence, your sentimental interest has not faded.
10. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. ---------"Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen
Translation: Suddenly it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, and it seemed like thousands of pear trees were in full bloom.
3. What are the poems about transformation
1. After three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration.
2. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
3. Hanging down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing out of the sparse tung trees. The loud voice is far away, not borrowing the autumn wind.
4. The bamboo shoots become bamboo because of the falling cascade; the fish are rushing around Beginning to transform into a dragon.
5. Is Lin a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters wind and cloud.
6. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.
7. A butterfly is born and a butterfly dies. After resting, I turn over the scroll and recall the green plum blossoms.
8. The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not endless.
9. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
10. The dangers are not stuck in the chest, so how are they different from the clouds floating in space?
11. Who has been famous in history for ten thousand years, and wants to be named a marquis from three thousand miles away.
12. Since you have chosen a distant place, you only care about the journey through wind and rain.
13. Why don’t men bring Wu hooks and collect Guanshan and fifty states?
14. Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, just like a scholar with ten thousand households.
15. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
4. Poems about transformation
Cicada
Yu Shinan of the Tang Dynasty
Drinking the dew from the drapery, the sound of the flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
It is not easy to borrow the autumn wind to speak loudly and stay far away.
It is really hard to find ancient poems about the metamorphosis of butterflies. I recommend one with butterflies!
Li Shangyin's Four Poems
Part 1
A solitary butterfly is wandering,
Its pink wings are spread out.
And should hurt the bright and clear,
Frequently come close to the snow.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Wash your feet on the beach at night, and the north wind will cool down.
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Wushan has traveled all over the country, and the only thing left is Xiaoxiang.
I bought a boat and went back. God paid me for it, and I went to Canglang in June.
Cicadas shed their dust. Outside, butterflies dream of Shuiyun Township.
Make lotus clothes, sew orchids, and wear beautiful flowers.
Concubine Xiang dances and smiles, plays the harp and plays Qing Shang.
< p> Arouse the loyalty and indignation of Jiu Ge, wipe away the words of Sanlu, and still compete with the sun.Don’t send your children to wake up, this joy has not yet come to the end.
Poetry about the transformation of cicada 1 . Verses describing the shedding of cicadas
Fei Long Yin (Chen Tao)
There is a bear king who is like a god, who has been dining with clouds and refining stones for three thousand years. Once the Yellow Dragon descends 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.
Looking out from the Sixth Palace, I can see the sorrow of hibiscus. 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. The song of purple phoenix at the head of Hangzhou Tower, 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 shed"
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1. Immortal flow, thousands of sealed insects and seal spring, three A thousand years old, the cicada sheds its branches, and the rain has broken the fence. If there is a strange peng, I should learn from the cicada. 4. When I come back to find my teacher, the cicada has shed. A hundred years ago, the ape and bird mourned. 7. I wish to cherish the memory of the fog leopard, but not to love the wind and the cicada. Listening to the gurgling sound, I can see the clearness. 10. The virtue of having food and clothing makes me a city of common knowledge and a forest of benevolent people. Definition:
Original text: There is a bear who likes gods and eats clouds to refine stones. Three thousand years. Once the yellow dragon descends into the sky, the crocodiles riding on the dragon rise into the purple smoke. The people climb their beards and fall to the ground. The purple luan falls into the cold water with its bow and sword, and the golden mirror shines in the sky. In autumn, the Sixth Palace looks out over the hibiscus and smiles. The flowing water surrounds the green moss island. The sky is light and the Yao Que is exposed across the garden.
The purple phoenix sings at the top of the building, and the green beef is cooked under three trees. The Nine Towers of Honglong look like the Jade Emperor, and Jun Tianle leads Jin Hualang. The boy wearing loose flowers has short crane clothes, while the girl throwing pots has long eyebrows. Tongting waits for a banquet in Yaochi, and the old rabbit springs high and the palace is white. 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 surrounded by wind and clouds. A thousand years of small signs, a cicada sheds, Dantai is in charge of Fusangjun. When the Golden Crow tried to bathe in the Qingmen water, the mayflies in the lower world died several times.
3. Famous quotes or poems about the process of cicada shelling
Wanting to catch the chirping cicada, suddenly standing up with his mouth shut Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down its stilts to drink the clear dew, and the sound of the flowing water 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."
("New Cicada" by Tang Lutong) "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, The autumn cicadas are not in one place.
The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing bright and bright. The autumn sounds are scattered and disturbing. Contains the sound of death.
..." "It's extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing beside 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 light myself up and cover a few leaves, and hold a branch in my arms
..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "When I look at things, all old things 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, the 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: "When I hear it, I feel sad. , 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, but 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." ("Early Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty: "Don't invade the 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.
I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so 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 Cicadas 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 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 people's 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 Cicada in Prison" by King Luo Bin. The Yujin Palace, to the west of the forbidden wall, is where the Facao Hall is located. 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 hearing of 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 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 "Cicada" poem by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind to make things happen, 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 harmony with you. The wind is like this, you should forget the time when it was turbid."
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.
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4. Begging for ancient poems describing the metamorphosis of cicadas and butterflies
Cicada
Tang Dynasty. Yu Shinan
Dripping the clear dew, the sound flows Coming out of Shutong.
It’s not just to borrow the autumn wind.
It’s really hard to find an ancient poem about the transformation of a butterfly. I recommend one with a butterfly!
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Li Shangyin<Butterfly>Four Poems
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The solitary butterfly is wandering,
Its pink wings are open.
And it should be bright and clear,
Come frequently in the snow
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
The beach is anxious at night, and the north wind is cool. .
I have traveled all over Wushan and I only need to go to Xiaoxiang.
God will pay me to go back to Canglang in June.
Cicadas shed dust, and butterflies dream of water and clouds.
Make lotus clothes, wear orchids, and wear beautiful flowers.
Concubine Xiang dances and plays the harp.
p>Arouse Jiuge's loyalty and indignation, wipe away the words of Sanlu, and compete with the sun.
Don't send your children to sleep, this joy is not in the center.
5. Famous quotes or poems about the process of cicada shelling
Intent on catching the chirping cicada, but suddenly stood up with his mouth closed Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down its stilts to drink the clear dew, and the sound 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."
("New Cicada" by Tang Lutong) "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, The autumn cicadas are not in one place.
The willows are flying high in the evening, and the poplars are growing bright and bright. The autumn sounds are scattered and disturbing. Contains the sound of death.
..." "It's extremely sad to hear the cicadas chirping in the jade trees, echoing beside 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 light myself up and cover a few leaves, and hold a branch in my arms
..." (Sui Lu Sidao's "Heyang Nayan Listening to the Singing Cicada") ) (2) Cicadas are ignorant, but many poets feel sad after hearing about cicadas, just because the poets themselves are sad in their hearts, "When I look at things, all old things 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, the 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: "When I hear it, I feel sad. , 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, but 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." ("Early Cicada"); Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty: "Don't invade the 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.
I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so 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 Cicadas 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 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 people's 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 Cicada in Prison" by King Luo Bin. The Yujin Palace, to the west of the forbidden wall, is where the Facao Hall is located. 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 hearing of 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 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 "Cicada" poem by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
Lu Guimeng: "Only relying on the wind to make things happen, 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 harmony with you. The wind is like this, you should forget the time when it was turbid."
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 and the willows are still cold, and the cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night
When the showers first stop, there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital, and I am nostalgic for the orchid. The boat started to sail. I looked at each other with tears in my eyes, but I was speechless.
Thousands of miles away, the sky is covered with mist. Passionate about farewell since ancient times, it is even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Where to wake up tonight? The willow bank, the dawn wind and the moon. This time, it should be a good time.
Who can I tell you? -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- Chanting the Chanting of Cicadas in Prison and Preface to King Luo Bin. For details, go to Baidu to check the Yujin Palace. The west of the Forbidden Wall is the Law Hall. The thing is, there are ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, the ancient tree of Zhongwen in Yin Dynasty is here, that is, the Gantang of Zhou Zhaobo.
Every time the sunset shines in the low shade, the autumn cicadas are scattered and make a quiet sound. Breathing, there is something different about people's hearts. I listen to the sound of insects in front of me with sorrow. The voice is used to move the face, so a virtuous person likes to clean his body. A master of high conduct sheds his skin, and has the spirit of immortality.
When the time comes, he follows the numbers of yin and yang, and changes according to the seasons, and he has the opportunity to store them. , Don't be ignorant of the way, have thin wings, don't be thick with the vulgar, but be true. When you lose your way, you will feel sad.
Don’t feel sad but complain about yourself. When you hear the sound of the crickets, you realize that you have been redressed. When you see the situation, you will respond to the situation. The fluttering of weak feathers conveys the message to others, and the loneliness of the remaining sounds is not meant to replace the sorrowful clouds.
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are deep in thought.
I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so 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 Gao Jie, who can show his sincerity? Cicada Li Shangyin It is hard to be full because of being high, and I hate to work in vain. At five o'clock in the morning, I want to break up, and the green trees are ruthless.
The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened. Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will clean up my whole family.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Early Cicada Bai Juyi The moon rises first to illuminate the mountains, and the wind moves the water first. Just like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, it reaches the ears of idlers first.
As soon as you hear the sadness, you will feel the nostalgia again. The sound of cicadas in Weishang Village sounded similar at first.
Who will listen to Hengmen? In the locust flower 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 would like to 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 breeze.
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. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- 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 the dusk mountain is in shock.
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 hometown is separated by clouds across the five lakes in autumn. Hanfengchan, Lu Zhaolin, is full of love for the refreshing moon.
A sharp sound sends the autumn breeze away. The unique meaning of danger to the crown will also lead to the decline of the same temples.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- 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 the Cicada Li Baiyao clears the heart and drinks the dew, and the sound of sadness suddenly sounds 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. That shadow with mysterious temples comes to sing to 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?
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·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 fades, it is an outlier. I still remember 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 temporarily return to Linquan. A hundred miles of road without stopping, the two villages and mountains are connected again.
The late night dew wets the mat, the moon comes out and the wind frightens the cicadas. Let the master drink all his wine, so that you can be drunk and fall asleep.
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