Verses with cicadas, all verses about cicadas

The quieter the cicada noise forest, the quieter the birdsong mountain.

The cicadas of the Western Continent sing, and the southern crown thinks of invasion.

Autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the birds pass away comfortably? (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night").

The cicada is strong and cold, and the chrysanthemum shines in the autumn flowers" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Makes Two Songs)".

The mourning cicadas did not make a sound, and the geese sang in the sky. (Tao Yuanming, "September 9th of the Year of Ji You").

The garden willows chant for a long time, and the cicadas should be frightened" (Sui Wang Youli's "Fu Degao Willow Singing Cicada").

The creation of small things can often respond to the song" (Tang Xushang, "Smelling the Cicada").

How far the high cicada rhymes, and the trees have an aftersound" (Song Zhu Xi's "Nan'an Daozhong").

The sound of the stream surrounds the weeds, and the aftermath resounded through Gao Xuan" (Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasty "Listening to the Cicadas in the Back Hall").

Singing the dew leaves, the sunset branches. The strings are broken, and the Russian news is uneven" (Tang Liu Yuxi, "Remuneration Orders for Lonely Ministers and New Cicadas").

The quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain" (Wang's book "Into Ruoye Creek").

The spring is lurking and swallowing, and the piano is still ringing. The long wind shears constantly, and it is still among the branches. (Tang Lutong, "New Cicada").

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. "Song Xin abandoned the disease, "Xijiang Moon, Moonlit Night Walk in Huangsha Road").

You have to drink the dew of Xuantian, why not say Gao Liuhan" (Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasty "Song of the Cicada").

Drink and expose your body, and the charm of the chant is longer" (Tang Dai Shulun, "Painting Cicada").

Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" has cicadas and moons:

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested. The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

There are too many with the moon :

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

And much, much more!

Yu Shinan's "high voice from afar, not from the autumn wind" is a Tsinghua language; Luo Bingwang's "dew is heavy and difficult to fly, and the wind is loud and easy to sink" is the language of people in distress; Li Shangyin's "It is difficult to be satisfied, and it is in vain to hate and waste" is a whining language.

The cicada noise forest wants to be quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. "Most famous.

7 Xiuzhu Village.

An old grandmother in the countryside, whose home lives by the river.

When you go out, you only hear the sound of "cuckoo", and there is a path in the forest.

The green bamboo garden behind the house, the plane tree in front of the house.

My cousin took my hand and caught fish by the river.

8 Midsummer Night in Taoyuan.

Adults shake the fan, and children catch dragonflies.

The cicadas in the trees are singing freely, whether you listen to them or not.

Chatting about things is comfortable and relaxed.

Lay down in your cloak and count the stars in the sky.

Moon, tonight passed by my window.

Silently, with added loneliness.

In prison cicadas. Luo Bing Wang.

The cicadas on the west road are singing, and the southern crown is thinking about the invasion. That can be the shadow of the temples, come to the white head to groan. It is difficult to fly in the dew, and the wind is easy to sink in many directions. No one believes in Gaojie, who is the best person to show his heart.

Water tune song head. Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival drank for a long time, drunk for this article, and conceived a child.

Su shi. When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the heights.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world.

Zhuge Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, and there should be no favoritism.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

The first poem in the Tang Poetry Appreciation Dictionary is written by Cicada and Yu Shinan. Vertical committee (this word has horn silk next to) drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is out. Raising your voice from afar, it is not the autumn wind.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

The chilling cicada is poignant, and it is late to the long pavilion

The cicada noise forest wants to be quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind. - Yu Shinan.

In prison, the cicadas are in order, and the cicadas are poignant.

The cicada weeping (ruí) drinks the dew, and the sound of the dredging is out.

The voice is from afar, not by the autumn wind.

Yu Shinan Cicada is the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Yu Shinan, is a small poem with the meaning of things, and it is also the earliest one in the era of the Tang Dynasty cicada poems.

Writer Yang Daxia expressed.

Singing from afar, chivalrous people love cicadas.

The breeze is noble, who puts the bright moon.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. - Wang's book "Into Ruoye Creek".

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. ——Liu Yong, "Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada Poignant".

The sunset is ruthless and the most affectionate, urging thousands of trees and twilight cicadas to sing. ——Yang Wanli, "Early Autumn Garden".

Forest broken mountain, bright bamboo hidden wall. Small pond of decaying grass with cicadas. - Su Shi, "Partridge Sky, Lin Broken Mountain, Ming Bamboo Hidden Wall".

Leaning on the cane outside the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind. ——Wang Wei, "Gongchuan Idle Residence Presents Pei Xiucaidi".

The horses on the ancient road of Chang'an were delayed, and the high willows were neighing. ——Liu Yong, "Youth Tour: Chang'an Ancient Road Horse Delay".

The declining willow and the cicada are sad, who is willing to teach the white clothes to send wine? ——Guan Hanqing, "Drunk in the East Wind: Heavy Nine".

The cicadas of the West Continent sing, and the southern crown is thoughtful. - Luo Bing Wang, "Chanting Cicada in Prison".

Under the birds, the green Qinyuan is in the evening, and the cicadas are singing in the autumn of the Han Palace. ——Xu Hun, "Xianyang City East Building, Xianyang City West Building, Evening View of West Gate".

How to be willing to the autumn day, has brought the sun and cicadas. - Li Shangyin, "Willow".

When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the geese, the hundred-foot building was high and the water was in the sky. - Li Shangyin, "Frost Moon".

The green locust is high and the willow swallows the new cicada. - Su Shi, "Ruan Langgui: Early Summer".

The magpie flies to the mountain and the moon dawns, and the cicadas make noise in the wild wind and autumn. ——Shangguan Yi, "Into the Dynasty Luodi Step Moon".

Cicadas chirp in the empty mulberry forest, August Xiaoguan Road. ——Wang Changling, "Four Songs of Stopper".

Autumn in the water clear mountains and twilight cicadas, Luoyang trees singing smoke. ——Wang Changling, "Sending Di Zongheng".

Where the cicadas chirp, look back at the twilight. ——Zhao Yanduan's "Dotting the Lips and Meeting the Pipe on the Way".

There are few cicadas in the long rain, and the leaves in the empty mountains are deep. - Secret performance "In the Mountains".

The rain has passed a cicada noise, and the pine is fluttering in autumn. - Du Mu "Title Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple".

Outside the cicada dust, the butterfly dreams of water and cloud township. ——Zhang Xiaoxiang "Water Tune Song Tou Pan Xiangjiang".

Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth. - Yuan Mei, "What I Saw".

The cool breeze arrives at sunset, smelling cicadas but being sad. ——Meng Haoran, "Qin Zhong Feels Autumn and Sends the Venerable Master Far Away, Qin Zhong Sends the Venerable Man Far Away".

The rain stops and the lotus is fragrant, and the cicadas on the shore are noisy and weeping poplars. ——Yan Xuan, "Linjiang Immortals, Rain Stops Lotus and Teases the Fragrance".

How do the swallows know the birds, and the sable cicada yuan is out of the pocket. - Xin Qiji, "Breaking the Array, Throwing the Ground, Liu Lang Yudou."

The dust heart is washed away, and the sound of a tree cicada is oblique. - Qian Qi "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju".

There is no dust to listen to the new cicadas on the pillow. - Lu You's "Crying in the Dark Night, Fan Chanjuan Suyue".

The autumn cicadas sound like a kite, listening to the cicadas walking around the willows. - Xu Ji's "Autumn Journey".

The dung insects turn into cicadas, and drink the dew in the autumn wind; The rotten grass turns into glow, and shines in the summer moon. - Caigen Tan: Introduction

The bamboo silk picks up the net car, and the green cicada is alone and the sunlight is oblique. ——Li He, "Thirteen Songs of the South Garden".

On the seventh day of the first month of June, the cicadas began to sing. - Bai Juyi's "Early Cicada".

The cicadas feel that the trees are cold, and the fireflies are not warm and windy.

The cold is flying fast, and the autumn cicadas in the garden are late.

There will be a few rows of geese in autumn, and a few forest cicadas in summer.

Scattered shadow jade step willow, containing green faint cicada.

The green eyebrows and sideburns are separated, and the heart is cut off when you can't see it.

By the green river of the concubine's house, the seven-leaf bearer sable cicada.

Cicada wings ninety-five, in order to live forever.

The moonrise is blue and the clouds are broken, and the cicadas are coming in autumn.

The cicadas are singing alone, and the crows are more than the ancient city.

In autumn, the declining leaves are seen, and the remaining light is chasing the cicadas.

1. I wanted to catch the cicada, but suddenly closed my mouth. - Yuan Mei, "What I Saw".

Suddenly he wanted to catch the chirping of the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently beside the tree.

2. The cicadas are poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

It means that the cicadas after autumn are so desolate and rapid, facing the long pavilion, it is evening, and a torrential rain has just stopped.

3. When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the wild goose, the hundred-foot building was connected to the sky. Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon".

It means that when I hear the cries of geese flying south, I can't hear the cicadas, and the frost and moonlight of the hundred-foot tall buildings merge into water and the sky.

4. The bright moon is not frightening, and the cicadas are chirping in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road".

The bright moonlight woke up the magpies perched on the branches, and in the middle of the night the breeze sent the distant chirping of cicadas.

5. The cicada noise forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. - Wang's book "Into Ruoye Creek".

The cicadas are singing, but the woods are extraordinarily quiet; The sound of birdsong, the deep mountains are quieter than usual.