Some poems about writing cicadas

There are three of the most classic.

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.

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

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 best person to show his heart.

And so on.

Qi Tianle cicada.

Words] 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 movement, Cui'e should be jealous of me, and her 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.

Qi Tianle cicada.

Words] A remnant of the hatred of the palace soul is broken, and the green yin garden tree is broken 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 the delicate sideburns are still as promised. The copper fairy lead tears are like washing, sighing 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 of the wind, thousands of willow threads.

Qi Tianle cicada.

Words] Sunset Gate Lane Deserted City Song, Qingyin Early Autumn Tree. Thin 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 heard in the past. 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.

In the summer of the second year, I heard that the new cicada gave me a dream.

The noise is quiet, and the scenery is clear when you hear it. The cool breeze is blowing, and autumn is born before autumn.

The remnants of hibiscus lace stand, and the old acacia shades down. Although there is no hatred, it is still long-lasting.

And happy not to be deaf, every year to hear this sound.

The rain in the suburbs is far away, the trees are green, the new cicadas are chirping, and the long-term guests are sitting alone.

The summer rain breaks in the distant mountains, and the cool breeze arrives in the distant trees.

Relying on the placket of the railing, the new cicada moves the autumn thoughts.

The sand stream is clean and trickle, and the garden trees are sparse and green.

The festival is back to life, and the gloom is in the background.

If the year is rushing, the light will not stop.

In the early stage of mourning, who knows what this time means.

Goose Goose Goose Song to the sky.

It's basically all said upstairs.

Verses about cicadasCicada — Don Xue Tao.

The dew is clear and the sound is far away, and the wind blows several leaves.

The voices seem to be connected, each perched on a branch.

Two Cicadas" - Tang Zilan.

The lone cicada sang the ancient locust branch for the first time, and the song was sad and intermittent.

After the rain, I suddenly heard who was the most bitter, and when I remembered my home in a lonely house.

The declining willow cicada groans beside the turbid river, just as the horn of the waning sun sounds.

Cicada - Song Su Shi.

In the deformation and turbidity, the wings will be fine.

Autumn is free, and it has hugged the cold stems.

Cicada - Don 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 - Tang Yu Shinan.

Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is clear.

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

Cicada - Don Yongtao.

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.

Cicada - Don Xu Hun.

The noisy willows and the acacia have not rested late, and I don't know what to love and sad autumn.

Zhumen has a long chant, just sad and sorrowful.

Cicada — Don Li Ying.

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.

Cicada — Don Tortoise Meng.

Only rely on the wind to make it, and all rely on the willows for the capital.

One belly is clear, and the double feathers are thin and there is no bridge.

Accompanied by mink gold for wine, the file loss and the finch drawn. Min guessed.

I'm afraid it's a thousand years of hatred, and the sunset is called.

The ancient poems that write cicadas are as follows:

1. Coquettish voice. Just like a deep girl. A wisp of heart sound on the triad. In the depths of the green shade. - Qing Pingle (Chanting Cicada).

2. Today, the cicadas are singing, and the migrants are in love. I feel that a year of gratitude can make all things feel good. - New Cicada.

3. On the seventh day of the first month of June, the cicadas began to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the twilight. One of the decaying sideburns, and then the old garden feelings. The west wind has not yet risen, and autumn is born before autumn. - Early Cicada.

4. The cicadas are anxious when the sun sets, and the guests are even more worried. A sound came to the pillow, and the old garden was autumn in the dream. - Smell the early cicada.

5. The door willow is not even wild, and it is an early cicada at first glance. Visitors have no fixed place, and they should be in the ears first. - Early 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. - Wen Xin Cicada Sends Gui Yong".

7. The new cicada suddenly sprouts the highest branches, and the liquid is unlimited. When a friend came to say goodbye, he was divided into two sorrows. - Smell the cicada and feel nostalgic".

8. The guests of the depressed hostel were frightened, and the intermittent monks buried the shirt room and the cracks were clear. By asking what the cicada is doing, the ancient temple is the same sound. - The Sound of Autumn Cicadas.