How many poems are written about cicadas, poems related to cicadas

Cicada - Li Shangyin.

It is difficult to be satisfied, and it is in vain to hate and waste.

Five more sparse and broken, a tree is ruthless.

The thin eunuch stalk is still widespread, and the old garden has been flattened.

Annoying Jun is the most alarming, and I am also a family.

Cicada [early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and flow out of the dredging tree.

Raising your voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

Luo Bing Wang, "Cicada in Prison".

The cicadas of the West Continent sing, and the southern crown is thoughtful.

unbearable sideburns, come to the white head to groan.

It is difficult to fly in the dew, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.

No one believes in Gaojie, who is the heart?

Qi Tianle Cicada Wang Yisun.

The soul of the palace is broken, and the green yin garden tree is every year. At first glance, he swallowed Liangke, moved the dark leaves, and re-told his sorrows. The west window is raining. Strange Yao Pei is empty, and the jade zither is adjusted to the pillar. The mirror is dark and the makeup is remnant, for whom is the delicate sideburns still as promised?

Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sigh to carry the plate far away, it is difficult to store zero dew. The sick wings are shocked, the withered shape reads the world, and the sun is a few degrees. The aftermath is more bitter. Even hugged Qinggao alone, and suddenly became miserable. Thinking about the smoked wind, thousands of willow threads.

Qi Tianle Cicada Qiu Yuan.

The sunset gate lane is a deserted city song, and the autumn trees are early in the morning. Thinly cut silk clothes, cool sideburns, drinking the wind and dew on the horizon alone. Morning and twilight. Nai groaned for a while, a little sad. There was still a residual sound, and it suddenly flew over the other branches.

The past of Qi Palace is intriguing, and pedestrians still say that Qi was a woman at that time. The rain rests on the empty mountain, and the moon cage is ancient willow, as if it was an old place. Separation is bitter. Very lazy to brush the ice paper, tired of playing the piano score. The ground is full of frost red, and the light sand is looking for feathers.

Qi Tianle Cicada is thorough.

Huai Xun suddenly sent away the business grievances, and vaguely heard about it. The old garden is sad, the dangerous strings are bitter, and the former dream is scarred and withered. Sadness and farewell. It is a few degrees of sunset and a few waning moons. In the blink of an eye, the west wind said to whom.

The light mustache still remembers the moving shadow, and the green moth should be jealous of me, and the temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequent, the leaves are sparse and still hugging, and they are lonely in the autumn season. Poignantly. Gradually dusk, bricks and slabs are connected. The dew washed the sorrow, and the twilight smoke was more chosen.

Modern people sing cicada verses].

"Autumn Cicada" ushered in the February day, and the farmer said that it was a good year.

When it comes to the white dew day of autumn, it is the autumn wind that sends the autumn cicadas.

There is no answer to this one, and there are countless of them.

"Cicada" is a poem with the meaning of things. The whole poem is concise and expressive, cleverly compared, and the self-condition of the autumn cicada is intriguing with its noble and proud character.

1. Original text. Drink the dew, and flow out of the dredging tree.

Raising your voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.

2. Translation. Above the sycamore, the cicadas drink the dew low, and the cicadas sound crisp and loud, echoing between the trees. Standing on a high branch, you can be proud of the insects, without the help of the autumn wind, the sound is still far away.

Appreciation of "Cicada".

The first sentence is ostensibly about the shape and eating habits of the cicada, but in fact it contains a metaphor everywhere. "Hanging" implies the status of eunuchs, because the ancients often used "crown tassels" to refer to high-ranking officials and nobles. In the minds of ordinary people, the identity and status of the eunuch are contradictory or even incompatible with the "Qingke", but in the author's pen, they are unified in the image of the cicada that "drinks the dew".

The unity of "noble (person)" and "clear (guest)" is precisely for.

The "clear" of the third and fourth sentences does not need to use "expensive" as a foreshadowing, and the pen is clever.

The sound of tall tree cicadas enters the evening clouds, not only worrying about me but also worrying about you.

When each has nothing to do, he seems to be unheard when he smells it.

Drinking cicadas fall into the high locust in the rain, and the mountain ants will move into the stone steps.

If the beauty of Qinlou is seen, it should also be a gold hairpin.

The cicada is sad in the first autumn, and it is long when it is a passenger trip.

Those who have felt last year, and where are the branches.

Listen carefully to the residual rhyme, and look back at the old voice.

Intermittent whose tree, the cool breeze to send farewell.

The moonrise shines first on the mountain, and the wind moves the water first.

is also like the sound of early cicadas, which first enters the ears of idlers.

When I smell the sorrow, I listen to the nostalgia again.

The sound of new cicadas on Wei, first listen to the similarity.

Who listens to Hengmen, in the sunset acacia flowers.

Han Mingning is the same as all the insects, and his wings and sideburns are poor.

The shell has been transformed from today, and the sound is as sad as last year.

The chrysanthemums bloom in the morning, and the locust leaves fall into the wind at dusk.

From then on, it is the most surprising guest, and where to live and fly to the peng.

The sun hangs on the garden tree, and there are cicadas singing in the tree.

Unprovoked deafness, startling me to sleep in the window.

Among the animals I watch, the clearest is like a cicada.

Fluttering and filthy, full of wind and cold.

In addition, there is nothing to ask for, so why bother with the noise.

It is better to give it to hate, and forget to speak.

Shui Qingshan listens to the cicadas at dusk, how can there be any aftermath to unevenness.

Thinking about being lonely and noble, the dining style and drinking dew are the most affectionate.

The mountain is more than clean, and Lin meditates deeply.

The wind and dust melted, and the heavens and the earth groaned.

The lush hometown tree, the sound of the empty valley.

Yan Xi sees the Qing Festival, where to find the same heart.

Listen carefully to the residual rhyme, and look back at the old voice. Intermittent whose tree, the cool breeze to send farewell. What I saw [Qing] Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a ox, singing vibrating Lin Yue. Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

1. The early cicada hugs the leaves of the acacia alone, and the noise spends the autumn with the residual sun. also urged me to grow old, and I could hear the two ears moaning. - Jia Dao, "Early Cicada".

2. The moonrise shines first on the mountain, and the wind moves the water first. is also like the sound of early cicadas, which first enters the ears of idlers. - Bai Juyi's "Early Cicada".

3. Drink and expose your body, and the charm is longer. Thousands of trees in the sun, there is nowhere to avoid praying mantises. ——Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada".

4. After a rainy day, the mountains and forests are cold and green. Don't invade the noise of the sun, and listen to it in a foreign land. - Liu Zhaoyu, "Smelling the Cicada".

5. It is difficult to be satisfied, and it is in vain to hate and waste. Five more sparse and broken, a tree is ruthless. The thin eunuch stalk is still widespread, and the old garden has been flattened. - Li Shangyin, "Cicada".

6. The new cicada calls all night long, and it is across the stream. Du Yu is still mixed, so people don't hear it. - Guan Xiu "Wen Xin Cicada Sends Gui Yong".

7. The new cicada suddenly sprouts the highest branches, and it is unaware of the infinite time of listening. When a friend came to say goodbye, he was divided into two sorrows. - Jia Dao, "Smelling the Cicada".

8. The guests of the depressed hostel are frightened, and the intermittent monk's room is quiet and clear. By asking what the cicada is doing, the ancient temple is the same sound. - Liu Shang, "The Sound of Autumn Cicadas".

9. The sound is intermittent, and the trial is indistinguishable. As if it should be moved, calmly but not heard. - Fang Gan, "Listening to the New Cicada Send Zhang Day".

10. The fire clouds seem to be extinguished at the beginning, and the dawn horn wants to be slightly clear. The country travels thousands of miles, and the new cicadas suddenly sound a few times. - Du Mu's "Smelling the Cicada".