1. Poems about the short life of cicada
Poems about the short life of cicada 1. What are the poems that describe "the life of cicada is short"
1 , "Early Cicada"
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
On the seventh day of June, the cicada begins to sing.
In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.
As soon as the color on the temples fades away, the love of hometown will be stirred up again.
The west wind has not yet risen, but autumn thoughts come first.
I recall the past in Dongye, listening under the locust flowers.
Today there are endless thoughts, clouds and trees surround Huancheng.
2. "Cicada"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mei Yaochen
The sound of cicada on the willow tree is like a thousand-mile boat on the sand.
After the morning rain, my thoughts are before the turbulent summer wind.
Things change from time to time, and people's feelings change suddenly.
Feeling new but still feeling old, it has been updated for several years.
3. "New Cicada"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Fu
The diseased ears cannot bear to hear, but they are still exposed.
Only when you can rise to the top of the tree can you dissolve into the clouds and blow.
There are many true immortal deeds, but there are still many windy trees and sadness.
If you can take care of your beautiful vagina, you should also be aware of future troubles.
4. "Cicada"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Song Qi
At dawn, the belly is clear and the breath is full, and the body is full of dew, originally seeking immortality to shed away the hustle and bustle.
Diao Wen and Fan Mi are not from my tribe, so I am in vain to support you with my flower crown.
5. "When I first heard about cicadas, I had a pregnant guest, and when I heard about cicadas last year, I saw and sent poems"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
Cicada The rhyme is extremely clear and clear, but it is sad when I first hear it. People have a sense of injustice, and the scenery is like autumn.
At this age, Fang Jin is late, and no one has to leave. Your words urging me to grow old are already last year's poems.
2. Poems about "cicada" or short poems or famous aphorisms about "life"
Life is a gem carved by nature for humans. ——Nobel
Life is not just breathing, life is activity. ——Rousseau
Life is a dangerous narrow valley, and only the brave can pass it. ——Michelle Pan
A great soul will strengthen thought and life. ——Emerson
There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the person who understands life and loves life. ——Romain Rolland
We can only get life if we give our lives. ——Tagore
A life full of content is a long life. We need to measure life by actions, not by time. ——Little Seneca
If you can make good use of it, life will be long. ——Seneca
Life is shaped by mother and given to each of us by God. In my opinion, life is immeasurable!
Life is a one-way road. No matter how you change it, you will never go back. Once you understand and accept this. Life is much simpler.
Of all our faults, the most rude is contempt for our existence.
Life is real, life is sincere, and the grave is not his end.
Where there is life, there is hope.
Each flower can only bloom once and can only enjoy one season of passionate or gentle life.
Dear friends, all theories are gray, but the precious tree of life is evergreen.
Our life is gifted, and we can only receive it if we give it.
The meaning of life is to live fully, not to live long.
Life is not a short candle, but a torch that we hold temporarily, and we must burn it vigorously.
Although the activities in this world have many shortcomings, they are still beautiful.
Life does not sell round-trip tickets. Once you leave, you can never come back.
Before we know what life is, we have consumed half of it.
Life is short, don’t be petty and intolerant.
Life is a gem carved by nature for humans.
——Nobel
Life is not just breathing, life is activity. ——Rousseau
Life is a dangerous narrow valley, and only the brave can pass it. ——Michelle Pan
A great soul will strengthen thought and life. ——Emerson
There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the person who understands life and loves life. ——Romain Rolland
We can only get life if we give our lives. ——Tagore
A life full of content is a long life. We need to measure life by actions, not by time. ——Little Seneca
If you can make good use of it, life will be long. ——Seneca
3. 1. Poems or famous sayings describing cicadas 2. Regarding cicadas or people, they should live well regardless of the length of their lives
Wanting to catch the singing cicada, suddenly shut up Li Yu Shinan: The cicada hangs down and drinks the clear dew, and the sound of 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: "Autumn comes and the chanting is even more bitter, 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.
"("Yulin Bell"); Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of cicadas is so desolate" "Yinfang Campus 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 and ambitions, or to metaphor their own rough and unfortunate life experiences. The one mentioned is of course the "Three Wonders" of the cicada poems of the Tang Dynasty: Drinking clear dew, the sound of flowing trees
Keeping your voice high and far away is not to borrow the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan. "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the southern crown are thinking of invading.
Can't bear the shadow of the white hair, it's hard to fly in due to the heavy wind.
No one believes in Gao Jie, who can show his heart. - King Luo Bin's "Song of Cicada in Prison" It is hard to be full, but it is in vain to hate the sound. The stems are still spreading, and the hometown has been wiped out.
I am the most alarmed, and I am also clearing up my family. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used cicadas to express their meaning. But the purpose and interest are very different, and each has its own beauty.
Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on this in his "Xian Mai Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, but the meaning is different." "Borrowing the autumn wind" is a saying from Tsinghua University; King Luo Bin's "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind is noisy" is a saying from people in need; Li Shangyin's "it's difficult to fill up because of high expenses, but it's futile and hateful" is a saying from people who complain. Bixing is different. "
Attached: Preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" written by King Luo Bin. Yujin is located in the west of the forbidden wall. It is where Facao's office is located. There are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, they are the same as those of Yin Zhongwen's withered trees. And the lawsuit is here, that is, Zhou Zhaobo's Gantang.
Every time the sunset is low, the cicadas sing quietly, and you can hear the sound of the insects. Hear it before? Sigh, the sound is used to move the face, and the virtue is used to symbolize the virtuous.
Therefore, cleansing the body reveals the noble conduct of a gentleman; shedding the skin reveals the spiritual appearance of an immortal. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in the festival, and examine the opportunity to use it.
If you have an eye open, don't let the road be dim and blind your vision; if you have wings, you will be thin, and don't let the world be thick. But it is true. Singing the gentle breeze of the trees, the beauty of the sky; drinking the falling dew of high autumn, the clear fear of others.
The servant is lost in danger, and he is not sad and blames himself. Falling and dying first.
Hearing the sound of cicadas, I realize that I have been redressed; seeing the shadow of a praying mantis, I am afraid of the crisis and write a poem to benefit all my friends.
< p> The sentiments of the common people are echoed by the things, mourning the drifting of the weak feathers; the way is known to others, and the loneliness of the remaining sounds is not meant to replace the sorrowful clouds.(4) It is different from the poems about Yan. There are also poems about cicadas that ridicule the filthiness of cicadas. The representative works are the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. . What's the point of having a clear belly, and even less thin feathers? ”
Luo Yin: “The earth’s work is a legacy, and I am in harmony with you. The wind is full of dew and it is like this now. We should forget the time when it was dew and turbid. "
In Lu Zhi's writing, cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; while in Luo's writing, cicada is a follower of the crowd. The two poems use cicada to express their ambitions, aiming to satirize and criticize the social corruption and officialdom in the late Tang Dynasty. Dim.
(5) The rest are as follows: "The sound of cicadas from the tall trees enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also about you." Whenever everyone is fine, it seems like every time they hear it.
4. Poems about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin
It is difficult to eat because of the height, and it is in vain to hate 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.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just taking advantage of the autumn wind.
"Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin
The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are thinking deeply.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came 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 nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
Qi Tianle·Cicada Wang Yisun
I regret that the soul of the palace is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, the dark leaves are also moved, and the sadness of separation is expressed again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant flows into the air, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars.
The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples?
The Bronze Immortal sheds tears like lead. I sigh that it is difficult to store zero dew when traveling far away with a plate. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. Thinking about the wind, there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiu Yuan
The song of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thinly cut gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Day and night. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable. There was still a lingering sound, suddenly flying across other branches.
The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time. The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful. I am too lazy to brush the ice paper, and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Zhou Mi
Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang's complaint, but he still paused after hearing about it. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves. Sad farewell. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind turns to someone with a deep hatred.
The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and moving frequently, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable. Gradually meandering towards dusk, bricks and worms are connected with each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.
Modern people chant cicada poems
"Autumn Cicada"
February is coming, and the farmers on the terrace say it will be a good year.
When the white dew comes in the clear autumn, the autumn wind sends the cicadas flying again.
5. All poems about cicadas
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Poems about cicadas 1. Don’t invade the sun and make noise, you are in a foreign land listen. ——Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu Dynasty, "Wearing the Cicada" 2. It is hard to be full because of the high price, but it is in vain and hates the sound. 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. ——"Cicada" 3. The willows in the door are not connected to the wild, and it is early cicada at first sight. Visitors have no fixed destination, so they should listen first. ——"Morning Cicada" 4. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower has two branches. You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. ——"Wen Xin Cicada Presents Liu Twenty-Eight" 5. With the first call, ten thousand trees have already turned to the west wind. I feel a sense of being a stranger in a foreign land before I leave Saihong. ——"Smell the Cicada" 6. It's even more bitter when autumn comes, half swallowed and half followed by the wind. ——Yao He of the Tang Dynasty ("Wearing a Cicada Sends a Letter to Jia Dao") 7. Early in the morning, the cicada hugs the fragrant locust leaves alone, making noise towards the setting sun to spend the autumn. No matter how loud it is, it urges me to grow old. It’s worth hearing the screams in my ears. It must be that there is no high rhyme in the next level, it must be the white head hidden in the green mountains. ——"Morning Cicada" 8. The cool breeze comes at dusk and the sound of cicadas makes me sad. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Qin Zhongjie Yuanyuan Master" 9. How clean is the body exposed when drinking, and the charm of chanting is longer. There are thousands of trees under the setting sun, but there is nowhere to hide from the praying mantis. ——"Painting Cicada" 10. The cicada is anxious early in the sunset, and the guests feel even more sad when they hear it. A sound comes on the pillow, and I dream of autumn in my hometown. ——"Wen Zao Cicada" 11. When I hear the song, I feel sad, and then I hear the nostalgia. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River sounds similar at first. ——Who in Hengmen listens? In the locust flower at dusk. ——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Morning Cicada" 12. Cicadas on the temples are like feathers. Qingwan reflects charmingly. Looking at the flowers by the lantern, I admire the bees clinging to the catkins. Spring is not yet promised. Baozheng Xianyuzhu. East wind dusk. ——"Silk Fishing" 13. The new cicada suddenly sprouts from the highest branch, and it listens for an infinite time without realizing it. When I meet a friend who comes to say goodbye, I feel sad in two ways. ——"Feeling Feelings after Hearing the Cicada" 14. The fire cloud seems to be extinguished at first, and the dawn corner is slightly clear. Traveling thousands of miles from my homeland, new cicadas suddenly chirp. ——"Smell the Cicada" 15. The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the setting sun, and we see each other in sorrow. ——Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty, "Send Lu Poetry" 16. Guests in the depressed hotel are frightened, and the monk's room is quiet and clear intermittently. May I ask what the cause of the cicada sound is? There are two types of sounds in ancient temples.
6. Write ancient poems about the strong vitality of cicadas
(1) The sound of cicadas is loud and distant. Throughout the ages, the singing of "cicada, cicada" has made people rich in emotions. And delicate poets have written many beautiful and moving poems. "The cicadas sing in the trees in autumn, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" , when the chrysanthemums shine 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 cicadas have responded. "Preface to surprise" (Sui Wang Youli's "Ode to a tall willow singing cicada") "The micro-creature created by nature can always respond to the call" (Tang Xu Shang's "Wearing the Cicada") "The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the lush trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty) "Nan'an Dao Zhong") "The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the echo echoes through the high tower" ("Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall" by Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties) "The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves, the sad and noisy sunset branches. Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the Russian pipes are uneven." (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister for Seeing the New Cicada") "The noisy cicadas in the forest become quieter, and the singing of birds makes the mountain more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream") "The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. The wind keeps cutting, and it is still among the branches." (Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, 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") "You have to drink Xuantian Dew , why say Gao Liuhan" ("Cicada Poems" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties) "How clean is the body when drinking exposed, and the chanting charm is longer" ("Painting Cicadas" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) "Listen to the autumn cicadas, the autumn cicadas are not in one place. Fine. Willows are flying high in the evening, Yang Yang is bright and the moon is dawning; autumn sounds are coming from the calendar, and they are uneven and disturbing. A single chant is like turning the flute, and the crowd is noisy and learning to tune the sheng; the wind is drifting and the sound is full of interruptions..." "Listen to the chirping cicada, this is what I heard. The sadness is endless. In the hissing jade trees, echoing noise beside the Golden Gate; The long wind brings the evening sound, and the clear dew is for the morning meal. The evening wind is full of dew, and the high voice of autumn can only be seen. I am light and cover the leaves, and I hug a branch in mourning... ..." (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 in their hearts, "When I look at things, all the old things are written My color" (Wang Guowei's "Human Words"). As the poet Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty said: "The sound of cicadas does not add trouble, but it makes people feel heartbroken" ("Listening to Cicadas"). Tang Sikong Shu "Today's cicadas are suddenly chirping. , if you are a stranger, you will feel that one year old can bring about all kinds of emotions." ("New Cicada"); Tang Bai Juyi: "As soon as you hear the sorrow, then listen to the hometown. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River, first listen It's very similar. Who can listen to it in Hengmen?" ("Morning Cicada"); "The Ministry of Punishment News of New Cicadas"); Tang Meng Haoran: "When the cool breeze comes at dusk, hearing cicadas makes me sad" ("Qin Zhongjie Yuanshangren"), Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the sunset, and we send each other off with sorrow." ("Send Lu Shi"). 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 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 one can stand lonely and sad around the past. Still afraid of the traveler whose head is not white, he repeatedly moves the tree and flies with the sound" ("The Late Cicada"); Yao He of the Tang Dynasty: "It is even more bitter when autumn comes, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing Cicadas Send to Jia Dao"); Liu Yong of Song Dynasty: "The cicadas are sad, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to subside." ("Yulin Ring") ; Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen? The sound of the cicadas is extremely desolate." "Drinking in the School Garden on March 25th". (3) The ancients mistakenly believed that cicadas make a living by eating wind and drinking dew. Therefore, the cicada is regarded as a symbol of nobility and is chanted, either to express one's ideals and ambitions, or to metaphor one's rough and unfortunate life experience. Of course, the first thing that should be mentioned is what is known as the "three unique features of cicada poetry in the Tang Dynasty". ": Drinking clear dew, the sound of flowing out of the sparse tung trees. I keep my voice high and far away, not to borrow the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan's "Cicada" The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the southern crown think of invading. I can't bear the shadow of the mysterious temples, and come to confront the old man. Yin. It is difficult to fly forward when the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink when the wind is noisy. No one believes in nobleness, who can express it to the heart. ——Luo Binwang's "Cicada in Prison" It is difficult to fill up because of the height, but it is in vain and hates the sound. The fifth watch is sparse, and I want to stop, A green tree is ruthless. Thin official stalks are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened. Fan Jun is the most alarmed, and I also want to clean up my family. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada" The three poems are all famous works in the Tang Dynasty that used cicadas to express their meaning. However, their purposes are very different, and each achieves its own excellence. Shi Buhua, a Qing Dynasty scholar, commented on this in his "Xian Mao Shuo Shi": "The same cicada, Yu Shinan's voice is loud and far away, and he does not borrow the autumn wind.' He is a Tsinghua man King Luo Bin's words: "It's hard to fly when the dew is heavy, and it's easy to sink when the wind blows loudly" is the words of a man in need; Li
Shang Yin's saying, "It's difficult to fill up because of the high life, and hate the sound of labor in vain" is a complaint. But this is different from Xing." Attached: The preface to the poem "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin. , there are several ancient locust trees. Although the business can be seen, they are the same as the dead trees of Yin Zhongwen; People's hearts are different from those of the past. How can you sigh before hearing the sound of insects? The voice moves your face, and your virtue symbolizes the virtuous. Therefore, cleansing your body shows the noble conduct of a gentleman; shed your skin, and you will emerge as immortals. Spiritual posture. When the time comes, follow the number of yin and yang; respond to the changes in the festival, and use the opportunity to examine and use. Have eyes wide open, do not blindly see because of the faintness; have wings that are thin, do not let the vulgar thick and easy to understand the truth. .Singing the breeze of the trees, the beauty is in the sky; drinking the falling dew in high autumn, and being clear and fearful of others' knowledge. I lost my way and encountered difficulties and dangers, and I was embarrassed by the times. I don't feel sad but blame myself. I will decline before they fall. I hear the sound of crickets flowing. , the realization of justice has been played; seeing the shadow of the praying mantis, I am afraid of the crisis. I write poems because of the feeling, to inform all my friends. The common sentiments follow the things, and I mourn the falling of the weak feathers; the way is conveyed to others, and I pity the loneliness of the remaining sound. It is not It is called literary ink, replacing the sorrowful clouds. (4) Different from the poems about Yan, there are also those who ridicule the filthiness of cicadas in the poems about cicadas. The representative works are undoubtedly the poem "Cicada" written by Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty. Lu Guimeng: " Only the wind is at work, and the willows are the capital. What's more, a belly is clear, and a pair of thin feathers is even less." Luo Yin: "The work of the earth is a legacy, and I am in tune with you. The wind is full of dew, and it should be like this now. Forget the old days when they were in trouble." In Lu Zhi's writing, cicada is a despicable and incompetent person; while in Luo's writing, cicada is a follower of the people. The two poems use cicada 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. "I am not only worried about myself but also about you. Whenever I have nothing to do, I seem not to hear it every time I hear it" ("Cicada"), Zhu Shouxin of the Qing Dynasty wrote "Hold the leaves in the deep forest, sing the wisdom of the times. How can I forget my distant deeds, drink the dew and my heart will be clear" ("Wing the Cicada"), they are also good sentences that use cicadas to express their feelings, and each sentence has its own inspiration. ; Chen Zhengjian, a poet of the Southern Dynasty, wrote in "The Poetry of Hengyang Wangjiao about Autumn Cicadas and Liu Ying" "The wind is high and the sound is urgent, and the tree is close to the tree and the sound is continuous"; the poem "Cicada" by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty "The cold sound is the same as that of all insects, the wings are How can it be said that there is a crown on the temples.
7. Poems about cicadas
Cicada - Li Shangyin
It is difficult to eat because of the height, and it is in vain to hate 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.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away is not just taking advantage of the autumn wind.
"Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin
The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are thinking deeply.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came 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 nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
Qi Tianle·Cicada Wang Yisun
I regret that the soul of the palace is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, the dark leaves are also moved, and the sadness of separation is expressed again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant flows into the air, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples?
The Bronze Immortal sheds tears like lead. I sigh that it is difficult to store zero dew when traveling far away with a plate. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. Thinking about the wind, there are thousands of willow threads.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiu Yuan
The song of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thinly cut gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Day and night. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable. There was still a lingering sound, suddenly flying across other branches.
The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time. The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful. I am too lazy to brush the ice paper, and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.
Qi Tianle·Cicada Zhou Mi
Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang's complaint, but he still paused after hearing about it. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves. Sad farewell. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind turns to someone with a deep hatred.
The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and moving frequently, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable. Gradually meandering towards dusk, bricks and worms are connected with each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.
Modern people chant cicada poems
"Autumn Cicada"
February is coming, and the farmers on the terrace say it will be a good year.
When the white dew comes in the clear autumn, the autumn wind sends the cicadas flying again.
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