The poem about cicada 1 is listening to in a foreign land. -Five Dynasties liuchu Zhao Yu's "Smelling Cicadas" 2. Being pure and wanting, singing empty all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. -"Cicada" 3, the door willow doesn't even have a wild field, and it looks like an early cicada. Visitors have no fixed address, so they should listen first. -"Early Cicada" 4. As soon as the cicada makes a sound, the locust tree has two branches. You should only send it to you when I am old. -"Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28" 5. At the beginning of the call, Wanmu had gone west. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong. -"Smelling Cicada" 6. Qiu Lai's songs are more bitter, half swallowing and half drifting. -Tang Yao He ("Smell cicadas and send them to Jia Dao") 7. Early cicadas hold sweet Sophora leaves alone, and make trouble for the setting sun to spend autumn. I am also urged by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears. Without high rhyme, there will be green hills and white mountains, and there will be no fear of firewood. -"Early Cicada" 8. Tonight is a cold night-In the wind, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart. -Tang Meng Haoran "Qin Zhong sent people far away" 9. Drinking in He Jie has a longer flavor. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide. -"Painting Cicada" 10, the sunset is early and urgent, and the customer is more worried. Come to my pillow loudly and dream of autumn in my hometown. -Smell Early Cicada 1 1. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. -Who listens to Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset. -Tang Bai Juyi's Early Cicada 12, like a feather. Wu, who is gentle and charming. Looking at flowers by the aperture, bees are sticky. Spring is not allowed. Bao Zheng is idle and jade column. East wind dusk. -"Hanging Line Fishing" 13, the new cicada suddenly shoots the highest branch, and it doesn't feel like listening indefinitely. There are two kinds of sadness when friends come to say goodbye. -"Smelling Cicada" 14, the fire cloud seems to be dying at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded. -"Smelling Cicada" 15, the mangrove cicada is full of sunset, and the bald head is sad. -Tang Yuan Zhen's poems sent to Lu 16. The depressed hotel guests were frightened, and the intermittent monk room was quiet and clear. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice.
2. A few poems about cicadas: Yu Shinan's "Cicada" hangs down and drinks the dew, and the sound is like a sparse tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. This little poem with symbolic meaning is the earliest poem chanting cicadas in Tang Dynasty, which is highly praised by later generations.
The first sentence is "hang down and drink clear dew", and "hang down" is the part of the hat belt tied under the chin of the ancients. Cicada's head has prominent tentacles, which look like a drooping crown tassel, so it is called "drooping". The ancients thought that cicadas were noble and drank dew, so they said "drink clear dew".
This sentence is ostensibly about the shape and feeding habits of cicadas, but in fact it contains metaphors everywhere. "Hang" means official position (in ancient times, "crown tassel" was often used to refer to your official position).
In the eyes of ordinary people, the status of such dignitaries is contradictory or even incompatible with "Qing", but in the author's pen, they are unified in the image of "hanging their heads and drinking clear dew". This unity of "Gui" and "Qing" is precisely because the "Qing" in three or four sentences does not need to be contrasted with "Gui", and the brushwork is quite ingenious.
The second sentence, "cicadas sing far and wide." Platanus acerifolia is a tall tree with the word "sparse" and its branches are tall and clear, which corresponds to the last sentence "autumn wind"
"Flowing clouds and flowing water" has a pleasant long sound, which visualizes the meaning conveyed by cicada singing with the word "Chu", as if people feel the loudness and strength of cicada singing. Although this sentence is only written by voice, readers can imagine the high level and elegant rhyme of the anthropomorphic cicada in Tsinghua.
With this vivid description of the spread of cicadas in the distance, the drama of three or four sentences has taken root. "A high voice is not affected by the autumn wind" is the crowning touch of the whole article.
It is a discussion of poetry on the basis of the last two sentences. Cicadas spread in all directions. Most people often think that it is the autumn wind, but poets have different understandings, emphasizing that this is because of "high".
This unique feeling contains a truth: people with high moral character can be famous far and near without some outside help (such as power and status, the help of powerful people), just as Cao Pi wrote in Dian Lun. As the "Thesis" said, "it is not a false good historical statement, nor does it rely on the trend of flying, but the reputation is autobiographical."
What is emphasized here is the beauty and strength of personality. The word "self" and the word "non" in the two sentences echo each other, expressing warm praise and high self-confidence for people's inner character and showing a graceful demeanor.
Emperor Taizong praised Yu Shinan's "Five Musts" for many times (virtue, loyalty, erudition, writing style and writing style). The poet's personalized "cicada" may have its own meaning. Shen Deqian said: "Every time a cicada sounds, it respects its sex alone."
(Tang Poetry) This is really a broken theory. Qing Shi Buhua's "Shi Fu Shi Poetry" says: "There are more than 300 poems, and the Tang people still have this intention.
In the same way, Yu Shinan's "high voice, not from the autumn wind" is an Tsinghua people language; Wang Luobin's "his flight through the fog, his pure voice submerged in the wind world" is a much-needed language; Li Shangyin's "pure heart and lack of desire, singing all night" is a grouch. Bixing is different. "
These three poems are all masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty. Because of their different identities, experiences and temperament, although they are equally committed to comparison, they present different faces and form artistic images with distinctive characteristics, which have become the three wonders of "Zen-chanting" poems in the Tang Dynasty. Luo's "Chanting Chant" is sung in the west, and the southern crown is thoughtful.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? This poem was written in senior three (678). At that time, King Robin was appointed as an assistant inspector. He was falsely accused of taking bribes because he touched the marquis of Wu in this matter.
Syntactically, the first two sentences are antithetical sentences, but in practice, cicadas are used to arouse the guests' thoughts. At the beginning of the poem, Qiu Chan sings, which is shocking.
Next, it points out that the poet deeply misses his home in prison. Three or four sentences, one about cicada and one about myself, form a flowing pair with "I can't help it" and "I'm right" to connect things with me.
The poet satirized Wu Zetian several times and even went to jail. Great young people, after all kinds of political torture, have disappeared, with stars and white hair on their heads.
Seeing this singing Qiu Chan in prison, he was still in the dark, and he couldn't help hurting himself. At the same time, he recalled his childhood, which was not as good as Qiu Chan's singing. Now he has accomplished nothing, even went to prison. In these ten words, the poet expressed this kind of sadness in a euphemistic and tortuous way.
At the same time, Whitehead is the name of Yuefu music. According to legend, after Sima Xiangru's love for Zhuo Wenjun in the Western Han Dynasty was not special, Zhuo Wenjun wrote a "Whitehead Song" to self-harm.
His poem says: "Sadness is heavy and sad. You don't need to cry when you get married. You must unite and never give up. " (See "Miscellanies of Xijing") The poet skillfully used this allusion here, further metaphor that the ruler failed the poet's loyalty and love for the country.
The word "Bai tou yin" plays a pun role here, which is deeper than the original intention. On the cross, it says, "What's so sad? What's so sad about it? What's so sad? " None of them are used, but they are deliberately hidden, which fully shows the implicit beauty of poetry.
The last five or six sentences are purely "bi". There is not a word in the two sentences that is not about cicadas, and there is not a word that is not about yourself.
"Exposing the weight" and "windy" are metaphors of environmental pressure, "flying hard" is a metaphor of political dissatisfaction, and "speaking loudly is easy to sink" is a metaphor of suppressed speech. Cicada is like this, so am I. Things are mixed here and inseparable.
Only when the poems about objects are written in such a state can they be regarded as "reposing in the distance". When the poet wrote this poem, he was full of emotion and skillful, so he was strong in the end.
The seventh sentence, make persistent efforts, still use the comparative level. Qiu Chan is on high, eating the wind and drinking the dew. Who believes it doesn't eat fireworks? The poet's lofty character was not understood at that time. Instead, he was framed and imprisoned. "Who knows if he is still singing?" It is also an excuse for accepting bribes.
However, as Chu Quyuan said in Li Sao during the Warring States Period, "The world is turbid and has no points, so it is beautiful and jealous." In this case, who will avenge the poet? "You must pity me and pity you", only cicada can sing for me, and only I can sing for cicada.
The last sentence is in the form of a question. Cicada and the poet are integrated. This poem, written in adversity, is full of emotion, clear metaphor, natural allusions and witty remarks. It expresses feelings and interests in chanting things, from things to people, from people to things, and achieves it.
3. Cicada Poetry-Li Shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
Qi Tianle Wang Chan Sunichi
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window. Strangely, it is empty, but the jade Zheng is in tune. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sighing carries food far away, but it is difficult to keep dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the sunset disappeared several times. The aftertaste is more bitter. I'm lofty, and I'm sad. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
Qi Tianle chanchouyuan
Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes, cool temples, and drink the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nye was also compassionate. There is still a lingering sound, suddenly flying over other branches.
Qi Palace used to be a province, and pedestrians also said that there were women at that time. Rain breaks empty mountains, and the moon is full of ancient willows, as if I had heard of it before. It is painful to leave love. I am lazy to brush the ice sound, and I am tired of playing the piano music. The ground cream is red, and the shallow sand wants to shed its feathers.
Qi Tianle Chen Zhou Mi
Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred?
Remember the moving shadows lightly. Cuimo should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are thin and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and serious. Gradually, it is dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. Dew washes away sadness, and smoke at dusk swallows it even more.
Modern Chanting Poems
Qiu Chan.
The wind ushered in February, and the farmer said it was a good year.
It was the autumn wind that sent Qiu Chan until the clear autumn and the white dew day.
4. A few poems about cicadas: Yu Shinan's Cicada, one of the three cicada poems in the Tang Dynasty, is the earliest cicada poem in the Tang Dynasty.
There are four sentences in the whole poem: Dripping makes the dew clear, and flowing makes the trees sparse. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
This is an implicit and profound poem. It has been told by later generations since ancient times.
The first two sentences are realistic, and the first sentence is about the shape and feeding habits of cicadas. "Hanging", the cicada head has protruding tentacles, which looks like a drooping crown tassel.
The ancients thought that cicadas were noble and drank dew, so they said "drink clear dew". The second sentence is about cicada singing from a distance.
The word "sparse" is used to write the tall and straight branches of the phoenix tree, and the "flowing" cicada is endless and pleasant to hear. The word "Chu" is used to visualize the meaning conveyed by the cicada sound, as if people feel the loudness and strength of the cicada sound. The last two sentences are the crowning touch of the whole poem.
It is a discussion of poetry on the basis of the last two sentences. Cicadas spread in all directions. Most people often think that it is the autumn wind, but poets have different understandings, emphasizing that this is because of "high".
This unique feeling contains a truth: people with noble character do not need some external support (such as power and status, the help of powerful people) to be famous far and near. The word "self" and the word "non" in the two sentences echo each other, expressing warm praise and high self-confidence for people's inner character and showing a graceful demeanor.
Bixing in poetry is vivid and vivid, achieving the perfect unity of emptiness and reality, emotion and reason. Here, it reminds me of my childhood, holding a long bamboo pole with a trap made of oxtail tied to it, standing under the tree in a daze, looking at the cicada perched on a high treetop, trying to catch it but unable to catch it, so I had to look at its triumphant singing realm.
I can still imagine it ringing the eardrum. When I was a child, I only knew that I was playful, but I didn't know that the chirping of cicadas spread far and far, not because of the strength of autumn wind, but because of my own efforts, standing on a tall and clean tree.
A person's reputation is far-reaching, which depends on his own character and talent, not his power position. The world is strange. Self-sufficient, noble and independent people will not curry favor with power for fame and fortune. Therefore, they have a high reputation. On the contrary, even if they cling to some power, they will not have high prestige.
There are many incompetent people in history. They can enjoy the splendor of the world by virtue of their own relationship and inheritance, but they will never get a high reputation. Thousands of years of civilization evolution, thousands of years of beautiful vision, promote the development of human wisdom to the extent of looking for a needle in a haystack, how many times of epoch-making progress, so that many ancient things gradually disappear, fighting can no longer see blood-stained spears and shields, life has long used heavy stones and bronzes.
However, there is a thought-provoking phenomenon, that is, in the field of human spirit, it seems that nothing remains the same after thousands of years. Ugly behaviors such as vulgarity, meanness and selfishness are still common. Accompanied by the autumn wind, his reputation is abroad and he clings to the dignitaries. Therefore, ancient poetry can still arouse people's thoughts.
People often use "writing is like a person" to evaluate a person's moral articles. Yu Shinan's writing style is the same as others. People praised him for his virtue, loyalty, erudition, literary style and excellent writing.
The poet's cicada is the expression of his self-awareness. Ertong was a poet in the Tang Dynasty, who also wrote poems about cicadas, and Luo, one of the four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty.
His poem "Singing Cicada" is: Cicada sings in the west, and visitors miss the south crown. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? At that time, King Robin was appointed as an assistant censor, who angered Wu Zetian by neglecting affairs and being inconsistent with political views. He was framed in prison and charged with accepting bribes.
He wrote this poem after listening to cicadas in prison. Although the whole poem is written about cicadas, there are deep and depressed emotions everywhere.
At the beginning of the poem, Qiu Chan sings, which is shocking. Next, it points out that the poet deeply misses his home in prison.
Syntactically, these two sentences are antithetical sentences, but in fact they are used to arouse the guests' thinking by cicada singing. Three or four sentences, one about cicada and one about myself, form a flowing pair with "I can't help it" and "I'm right" to connect things with me.
The poet satirized Wu Zetian several times and even went to jail. Great young people, after all kinds of political torture, have disappeared, with stars and white hair on their heads.
Seeing this singing Qiu Chan in prison is still a dark cloud in his mind. In contrast, he can't help hurting himself. At the same time, he recalled his childhood, which was not as good as Qiu Chan's singing. Now he has accomplished nothing, even went to prison. In these ten words, the poet used a comparative method to express this sad feeling euphemistically and tortuous.
The last five or six sentences are purely "bi". There is not a word in the two sentences that is not about cicadas, and there is not a word that is not about yourself.
"Exposing the weight" and "windy" are metaphors of environmental pressure, "flying hard" is a metaphor of political dissatisfaction, and "speaking loudly is easy to sink" is a metaphor of suppressed speech. Cicada is like this, so am I. Things are mixed here and inseparable.
Only when the poems about objects are written in such a state can they be regarded as "reposing in the distance". The seventh sentence is still being compared.
Qiu Chan is on high, eating the wind and drinking the dew. Who believes it doesn't eat fireworks? The poet's self-proclaimed noble character was not understood at that time, but was framed and imprisoned. "Who knows if he is still singing?" It's also an excuse to take stolen goods.
In this case, who will avenge the poet? "You must pity me and pity you", only cicada can sing for me, and only I can sing for cicada. The last sentence is in the form of a question. Cicada and the poet are integrated.
From objective to subjective, the whole poem is lyrical and profound, and the mood develops from quiet meditation to uncontrollable shouting. Painful but not sad, disappointed but not negative, among the poems written by the ancients, it is excellent.
The most prominent feature of China's feudal society was autocracy. The emperor's way of thinking hung over the subjective cloud, and he only listened to Lang Lang's eulogy and did not listen to harsh advice. Even if the scholar's ideas and statements are inconsistent with the emperor, he can be convicted.
Therefore, thousands of years of feudal society, literary prisons and speech prisons are shocking and common occurrences, and Wang Luobin, who is down and out, noble and outspoken, is bound to suffer this kind of disaster.
I seem to be watching.
5. Poems with cicadas make the forest quieter and Tonamiyama quieter.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Blackbird, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems, Moonlight Night Lights")
"When cicadas sing cold, flowers bloom in autumn" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County")
"There are endless cries, and Cong Yanming is in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9")
"The willow leaves in the garden are cool for a long time, and the cicada should be surprised" (Sui Wang Youli's "Give the willow leaves a cicada")
"Natural creatures can always be called" (Tang's "Smelling Cicada")
"How far the cicada flies, the shadows of the lush trees reverberate around the beam" (Nan 'an Road, Song Zhuxi)
"The sound of flowing water rings around the cluster, and the rest resounds" (Xiao Zifan in the Southern Dynasties, "Listening to Cicada in the Back Hall")
"Yin Qing Xiao Louye, sorrow noisy sunset branches. Suddenly, the string is broken, and the Russian smell is unfair "(Liu Tang Yuxi's" Rewarding the Lonely "sees the new cicada)
"The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter the Tonamiyama" (Wang Ji's "Into the West")
"Spring slipped away, and the piano began to play. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " ("Tang Lu Tong's" New Cicada ")
"Don't be surprised by the bright moon, the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji, "Xijiang Moonlight Walking Huangsha Road")
"If you have to drink mysterious nectar, why don't you say' Gao' (in the Southern Dynasties, delete" Poems about Things ")
"Drinking and contacting He Jie will make the charm of singing last longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada)
6. Common cicada poems Common cicada poems:
cicada
Don
The cicada in the tall tree got into the night cloud, worrying not only about me but also about you.
When I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it every time.
cicada
Li shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
cicada
king
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first sight, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window, strange and empty, and the jade Zheng adjusts the column. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears such as washing, sighing away, it is difficult to keep zero dew. Sick wings frighten autumn and wither to see the world. How many degrees does it disappear in the sunset? The aftertaste is more bitter, and it is a kind of sadness to be lonely in business. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
7. What are Li Shangyin's poems describing "cicada"1and "frost moon" in the Tang Dynasty?
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
No sooner had I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south than the chirping of cicadas disappeared. I climbed a building 100 feet high, and at first glance, water and sky were connected. Neither Frost Moon Goddess nor Chang 'e in the Moon is afraid of cold. They compete in the cold and frost, and compete in the cold and frost.
2, "Look"-the author Yuan Mei Qing Dynasty
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I stopped singing and stood quietly by the tree.
3. "A letter from my job in Wangchuan to Pei Di"-A comparison of the translations by the authors in the Tang Dynasty.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Hanshan became particularly gloomy and gloomy, and autumn water slowly flowed into the distance day by day. My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind. The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away. I met Pei Di again, the neat drunk, and I was as crazy as Tao Qian in front of me.
4, "Early Autumn Garden"-the author Yang Wanli lived in the Song Dynasty
The setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.
Cicada seems to be around, but you can't find it, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the cry stops immediately.
The setting sun seems heartless, but it is actually the most affectionate. Cicadas on the trees in the garden are chirping loudly and desperately in the short time when the sun sets, and cicadas are everywhere in the garden.
The chirping of cicadas seems to be around, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.
5, "Linjiang Fairy, Twilight and cicada all set in the sunset"-author Tang Wenxi
Twilight cicadas set in the sunset, and silver toad shadows hung in Xiaoxiang. Huangling Temple is surrounded by water.
Chushan mangroves are separated by high Tang Dynasty by misty rain.
The fishing lamp on the shore is broken and the white apples are far away. Green drum rhymes with Qing merchants.
Zhu Xian is sad, rinspeed is eternal.
The sunset sent away the last cicada, and silver moon hung high by the Xiaoxiang River, and the river next to Huangling Temple rolled up waves. The mangroves in Chushan were shrouded in misty rain, which blocked the dream under the stage of Gaotang.
The river shook the lights of fishing boats on the shore, and there was a thick fragrant wind in the distance. The sound of the waves seems to be that ChristianRandPhillips is playing a plaintive tune, and the plaintive wailing of scarlet stringed instruments reverberates in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.
8. Cicada Poetry-Li Shangyin
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
Qi Tianle Wang Chan Sunichi
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first glance, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window. Strangely, it is empty, but the jade Zheng is in tune. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sighing carries food far away, but it is difficult to keep dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the sunset disappeared several times. The aftertaste is more bitter. I'm lofty, and I'm sad. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
Qi Tianle chanchouyuan
Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes, cool temples, and drink the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nye was also compassionate. There is still a lingering sound, suddenly flying over other branches.
Qi Palace used to be a province, and pedestrians also said that there were women at that time. Rain breaks empty mountains, and the moon is full of ancient willows, as if I had heard of it before. It is painful to leave love. I am lazy to brush the ice sound, and I am tired of playing the piano music. The ground cream is red, and the shallow sand wants to shed its feathers.
Qi Tianle Chen Zhou Mi
Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred?
Remember the moving shadows lightly. Cuimo should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are thin and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and serious. Gradually, it is dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. Dew washes away sadness, and smoke at dusk swallows it even more.
Modern Chanting Poems
Qiu Chan.
The wind ushered in February, and the farmer said it was a good year.
It was the autumn wind that sent Qiu Chan until the clear autumn and the white dew day.
9. What are the poems about cicadas-Li Shangyin?
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan
Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
Qi Tianle Wang Chan Sunichi
I hate the soul of the palace, and the trees are green every year. At first sight, the throat is cold, and then the leaves are dark, and the sorrow is deep. It's raining in the west window. Strangely, it is empty, but the jade Zheng is in tune. The mirror is black and the makeup is not complete. Who is it for?
Copper fairy lead tears like washing. Sighing carries food far away, but it is difficult to keep dew. The sick wing startled the autumn, withered and looked at the world, and the sunset disappeared several times. The aftertaste is more bitter. I'm lofty, and I'm sad. Thinking about the wind is a thousand strands of willow.
Qi Tianle chanchouyuan
Empty city songs in the sunset gate, trees in early autumn. Thin clothes, cool temples, and drink the wind and dew in the sky alone. Day and night. Nye was also compassionate. There is still a lingering sound, suddenly flying over other branches.
Qi Palace used to be a province, and pedestrians also said that there were women at that time. Rain breaks empty mountains, and the moon is full of ancient willows, as if I had heard of it before. It is painful to leave love. I am lazy to brush the ice sound, and I am tired of playing the piano music. The ground cream is red, and the shallow sand wants to shed its feathers.
Qi Tianle Chen Zhou Mi
Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred?
Remember the moving shadows lightly. Cuimo should be jealous of me, and her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequency-shifted, the leaves are thin and still clinging, and the autumn season is lonely. Sad and serious. Gradually, it is dusk, build by laying bricks or stones. Dew washes away sadness, and smoke at dusk swallows it even more.
Modern Chanting Poems
Qiu Chan.
The wind ushered in February, and the farmer said it was a good year.
It was the autumn wind that sent Qiu Chan until the clear autumn and the white dew day.