The appearance of cicadas represents summer and vitality. The following is a poem about cicada that I collected and sorted out for you, hoping to help you!

Poems about Cicada (I)

Cicada Xu Yin

Han Mingning is the same as other insects, and his temples are crowned with poverty. Shell shedding has become a daily thing from now on, and the sound is as sad as last year.

at dawn, the chrysanthemum blooms, and at dusk, the leaves of Sophora japonica fall into the wind. From then on, the most amazing guest, where to live and turn to the flying canopy.

Xue Tao in Cicada

The dew is clean and the sound is far away, and the wind blows several leaves together. Sounds are like each other, each living in a branch.

"Two Cicadas" Zilan

Only Cicadas first sang the ancient branches of Sophora japonica, but it was sad and intermittent. After the rain, I suddenly heard who was the most bitter, and I missed home in a lonely house in a foreign land.

The decaying willow cicada sings the turbid river beside it, just as the horn of the sunset is ringing. There is less sorrow when you are ordinary, and more sorrow when you hear it.

"Early Cicada" Bai Juyi

When I heard the sadness, I felt homesick again. The new cicada sounds on the Wei river, and it sounds similar to Hun first. Who's listening at Hengmen?

Before the cicada was heard, Liu Yuxi felt that the years had passed. As soon as I hear the sad ear, I hear the intermittent string

the poem about cicada (2)

Listen to the cicada Yang Wanli

The cicada sounds without any trouble, and naturally people are heartbroken

Liu Kezhuang

Why should Yong Men play a song? The cicada sounds extremely mean that it is sad

Cicada

Yongtao < Every time I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it when I smell it

Cicada Li Shangyin

pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain. Oh, this final broken indrawn breath, among the green indifferent trees!.

yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds. I bless you for your true advice, to live as pure a life as yours.

"Cicada" Yu Shinan

Chuisui drinks clear dew, and the flow sounds like sparse tung. Cicadas are far from the cicada because of the cicada in the high tree, not rely on the autumn wind.

Poems about Cicada (III)

Cicada Yong Tao

The cicada on the high tree goes into the night clouds, not only worrying about me, but also worrying about you. When you have nothing to do, you don't seem to smell it every time you smell it.

Xu Hun in Cicada

I don't know why I love autumn, because I'm still awake at night. Zhumen has a long chant, just beside the sad people and send them sorrow.

"Cicada" Li Ying

Drinking cicadas will shock the rain and make the tree fall, and the mountain ants will move into the stone steps. If the beauty of Qin Lou is to be seen, one should also pull out the golden hairpin.

Lu Guimeng in Cicada

relies only on the wind, and admires the capital of Vitamin. What is the clearness of a belly, and the thinness of double feathers is even less.

exchange wine with mink gold and draw a picture of the bird. Fear is a thousand-year-old hatred, which makes the sunset shout.

"Cicada" Zhang Qiao

Qiu Chan was sad first, and it was a long time for guests to travel. Those who once felt last year, and where to sing.

it's too late to look back at the old rhyme. Whose tree is intermittent, and the cool wind sends you away.

Poems about Cicada (IV)

Cicada Luo Ye

just entered the new autumn, and the cicada noise was the most shocking. Can urge the season to wither the temples, and worry about listening to the mountains and rivers.

I don't want to be drunk by the orchestral strings, but I want to leave my feelings by the willows. The hometown is still melancholy, and the situation is that it has traveled thousands of miles for years.

"Cicada" Luo Yin

He never forgets his efforts in heaven and earth, and I borrow your voice from you.

"a political prisoner listening to a cicada" Luo Binwang

Cicada singing in the West Land, bid me to be resolute here in my cell. Yet it needed the song of those black wings, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart.

his flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world. Who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me??

In Nan 'an Road, Zhu Xi

How far away is the cicada, and the lush trees have a lingering sound

In New Cicada, Sikong Shu

Today, cicadas suddenly sound, so it's a pity to move guests. I feel that old age can make people feel

expanded reading: a poem about cicada

once you take a fall, you gain wisdom. (old proverb)

The feet are shorter, but the inches are longer. (Qu Yuan)

but before he could conquer, he was dead, who made the hero cry. (Du Fu)

and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. (Li shangyin)

spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the flowers in Chang' an in one day. (Meng Jiao)

The garden can't be shut up in spring, and an apricot shoots out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng)