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Chilling cicada endowment. Jin Lu Yun.

In the past, people said that chickens have five virtues, and the author endowed them. As for the chilling cicada, it is all beautiful, and it is not a thought, and Moss said.

If there is a thread on the husband's head, then the text is also. If you drink the dew with gas, it will be clear; If you don't enjoy it, it will be cheap. If you don't live in a nest, you will be thrifty; should be observed, then its faith is also; Crown, take its countenance.

A gentleman is a gentleman, he can be a gentleman, he can stand up, isn't he a worm of virtue? And the trees are cold, the poor sigh, and the rest of the overseas Chinese are deeply touched and endowed with Yuner.

The feeling of Yihan cicada, the time of the Jiajia to travel. It contains the harmony of the two instruments, and the clear spirit of the Qianyuan. The beauty of the body, vomit? Contend? The lament of the battalion. Xiqingyun travels with excellent travel, and retreats to Taiyin to self-tranquility.

So the Lingqiu is steep and the long forest is uneven. The cicadas are gathered, and the light feathers wade into the pool. Clear and slightly excited, Deyin Kongjia.

Inherit the south wind to Xuan Jing, attached to the two flowers of high pine. The millet is only happy and enjoyed, and the body is sunny and spiritual. Soaring.

Rongli carved scorpion, Shengmei palace businessman. Floating like the frightening wind of flying fire, like the beautiful sun of light clouds. Hua Lingfeng's feather ceremony, seeing the emperor's capital is in Beijing.

The road across the sky is ten thousand, is it ordinary for flies?

Ernai Zhenxiu? With the head of the table, Shu light wings to Xun Han. The dew of the morning flower, with smoke and sunset.

Looking at the north forest to fly with luan, set trees and dragons. Zhangyuan believes in strictness, honesty and naturalness. The eyes are subtle and brutal.

The forest is attached to the tree, and there is not a branch. How dare the yellow bird? Only the feathers are still light.

With the remaining light of the green leaves, the square of mourning autumn flowers is zero. Si Feng dwells with a, standing on his back and wailing.

If the husband is in the twilight of the year, the sky is cold. Feeling the sorrow of luck, the poor are hurt. or I sing forever, or the son of mourning has no clothes.

The original thought sighed in the tent room, and the lonely bamboo sang in Shouyang. Don't tie the grass to defile the body, and don't work hard to build a nest. The ambition is higher than the chirping dove, and the festival is wonderful like the owl.

Attached to the dead branches to stay forever, leaning on the strips of the forest. But the rain and snow are misty, and the north wind is fluttering. It is carved with gold, and I am Jiarong.

The treasure is rotten, and the scenery is gorgeous. Strange and dark, Yan than the dragon. Clear and clear, the group moves and moves.

Ernai is embellished with a crown and added to jewelry. The tassels are fluttering, and the wings are nine flows. Yinghua insect in Zhu Gon, the expression is fragrant and fragrant.

So the prince Chang Bo was dressed in purple and black, holding the dragon in his hand. Bow down and sing jade, and look up to the sable cicada. In the Huanglu toast, the light emperor treats people.

Tengyi is like a cloud, looking at the sky through the sky. The five virtues of the sound of Maixiu, how can it be the only treasure of the rooster? Talk about Zhensi in Hanzao, and explain the question to last.

So the poor people sighed and said: The cicadas are wailing, and their voices are also sad. At four o'clock, the clouds are twilight, wandering by the river.

Feeling the sorrow of the north gate, sighing for the lack of clothes at the age of death. Looking at the majesty of Taiqing, Si Xi light and no step. Jian Jia traces in the heart of the emperor, and the crown god is purple and micro.

Sing the breeze with generosity, and send lamentations to comfort.

The meaning of the poem "Chilling Cicada Fu": With the breath of nature and drinking dew, then it is clear and high. Do not enjoy grains such as rice millet, then it is incorruptible.

If you live in it and don't need a nest, then it's thrifty. Although the climate changes seasonally, it just sticks to the normal heart, which is a sign of its integrity.

"Chilling Cicada Fu" is one of the representative works of the contemporary ancient writer Yang Wei.

It has the following characteristics:

The pronunciation is harmonious, the duality is neat, the words are clear and beautiful, and the words are clear.

The personified writing makes the image of the cicada more profound. The author expresses his feelings and entertainment in the song, and the thing and the person have reached the realm of unity, which is a masterpiece in the song of the cicada.

About the Author:

The five virtues of literature, purity, honesty, frugality, and faith are described.

Five characteristics of metaphors.

Yang Wei, a famous contemporary ancient writer, was born in 1985 in Dangshan, Anhui Province, and graduated from China University of Mining and Technology. His works involve a variety of ancient literary styles such as prefaces, fu, treatises, notes, biographies, epitaphs, etc., and he has published a personal collection of ancient literary works "Shaoxi Guze". In 2011, his work "Songjiang Fu" won the highest award in the "Songjiang Fu" national essay competition jointly organized by the people of Songjiang District, Shanghai, Jiefang** Newspaper Group and Dongfang.com, from 159 works from 22 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions; In the same year, the work "Changzhi Fu" won the highest award in the "Changzhi Fu" national essay competition jointly organized by the Propaganda Department of the Changzhi Municipal Party Committee and the Changzhi Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles, from 60 works from 15 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions.

Yang Wei takes "the legacy of Shao Qianxiu" as his creative purpose, "the fall of a hundred generations" as his lifelong pursuit, and "the spirit of worshipping the Li, the carving and analysis of heavy words and sentences, the strict discipline, the beautiful rhetoric, the aftermath of the horse, and the rhyme of the eight generations", which is known as "the healthy pen of the moment, the expression of retro".