A poem about cicadas singing too loudly

1. A sentence describing the noise of cicadas. In the cicada singing, I listened carefully to the voice of literature, the voice in the depths of my soul. These sounds are planted in the hearts of our students like seeds. A few years later, some of them have blossomed ... how nice it is to have such a literary day in life!

In August, the weather is hot. Chickens are so hot that their wings droop, dogs are so hot that they stick out their tongues, and cicadas are so hot that they don't know what to do. It kept calling "cicada, cicada" in the tree.

Listen to cicadas in the morning and think of their nobleness. Cicada should be a hermit among winged people. Live high in the treetops, eat wind and drink dew, and don't eat fireworks. The cicada's singing is particularly light in the dim morning light, and it seems that there is nothing at a distance. After a cicada singing, my heart became transparent and clear, and I had an understanding of "where to make dust". Cicadas are Zen.

There was cicada singing in the afternoon, but it was a little noisy. Like a group of minstrels, they met unexpectedly in the shade and rested leisurely. Lala miscellaneous, they talk about the sky and inquire about the four seasons, but no one wants to write poetry, so there is no rhythm and rhythm. They exchange the direction of wandering, but they are not enthusiastic, because "wandering" actually has no direction.

At dusk, I like to listen to cicadas while walking. Walking into the world of cicadas is like enjoying a concert, if you know how to listen.

2. What are the poems about "cicadas croak and frogs croak on a summer night"? 1. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Zhao Shixiu's "Guest" in the Song Dynasty

During the rainy season, every household is shrouded in misty rain, and there are bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond.

2, the bright moon is not surprised by magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. _ Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Moonlit Night on the Xijiang River in Huangsha Road"

The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year.

3. After the rain, the smoke sank outside the forest, and suddenly frogs accompanied guests. -Wu Rong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Smelling Frogs on Xijing Road".

In the evening after the rain, the clouds were low outside the forest, and suddenly a frog called a car to accompany the passengers to sing.

4. The bamboo forest is dense, sometimes it is cool, not the wind. -"Chasing the Cool in Summer Night" Song Yang Wanli

Insects are chirping in the bamboo forests and Woods in the distance; A burst of coolness came. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature.

5. After a long time, cicadas sing trees and fireflies fall at night. -"Four Seasons Reading Music" Yuan-Weng Sen

The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains.

3. The cicada is quieter in the poetry forest, and the Yingong Shanxi is quieter. Ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. "In the Woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully?" (Xuanniao, the swallow) (Nineteen ancient poems, bright moon and bright night) "Singing cicadas is cold, when flowers bloom in autumn" (Two poems in Heyang County by Pan Yue) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is in the clouds" (September 9th by Tao Yuanming) "The willow in the garden is cold, and cicadas should be surprised in order" (. The lingering sound of Mao trees "(Nan 'an Road Middle)," The sound of flowing water surrounds the cluster of fire, and the rest resounds "(Xiao Zifan listens to cicadas in the backyard of the southern dynasties)," Leaves are exposed in the clear song, and the sunset branches are noisy. Suddenly, the string is broken, and the Russian olfactory tube is uneven. (Tang Shang sent the lonely and the new cicada to meet) "The cicada noise forest is getting quieter, especially in the Tianshan Mountains. It's still among the branches. " (In the Tang Dynasty, Lu Tong's "New Cicada" "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Walking on the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why don't you bother to stay in the cold" (Liu Chen deleted the poems of chanting cicadas in the Southern Dynasties) "Drinking dew in He Jie will make you sing longer" (.

4. The poem about Qiu Chan is 1. Early cicadas hold sweet locust leaves alone and spend the autumn noisily facing the sunset. 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

The moon shines on the mountain first, and the wind moves the water first. Like cicadas, they enter the ears of idle people first. When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. Early cicada

3, drink He Jie, Yin rhyme is longer. There are thousands of trees in the sunset, and mantis has nowhere to hide. Painting cicada

4, a rain and a sunny day, Shan Ye is cold and green. Don't invade the noise of the sun, listen to it in a foreign land. Smell it.

5, a sound should be waiting, 10,000 mu has been westerly. Preference for strangers is before leaving Saihong. Smell it.

6, the new cicada sings all night, across the stream. Du Yu is still mixed, so he doesn't smell it. Smell the new cicada and send it to Guiyong.

7, the new cicada suddenly sends the highest branch, which doesn't feel like listening indefinitely. There are two kinds of sadness when friends come to say goodbye. Smell cicada and feel it.

8, depressed hostel guests panic, intermittent monk room quiet. Excuse me, what is the sound of cicadas? The ancient temple rang twice. Voice of Qiu Chan

9, fine audio is intermittent, and it is difficult to distinguish between trials. It seems that it should have moved, but it was calm but I didn't hear it. Listen to the new cicada for a day

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

1 1, like feathers. 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. Bow fishing

12, when cicadas sing, Sophora japonica has two branches. You should only send it to you when I am old. Smell the new cicada and give it to Liu 28.

13, cicada singing at dusk, sound and Xia Yun. The days will be short and the autumn will be full. Listen to the early cicadas

14, cicada-eyed turtle-shaped feet are like spiders and have never faced anyone. Today, I am wandering around like a river and lake at a banquet. Chanting crab

15, cicadas sing with their hearts falling, which means sadness. Being sick and far away from home, it is difficult to do things without knowledge. Meet with friends

16, Chu people are bitter and spicy, and they are unique in history. A sunny sunset on the river before the wind leaves. "Smell cicadas with Xia Di, assistant minister of Weichi"

17, the wind cicada sings all day, and the leaves make new sounds. Hometown guests return to their hometown and walk alone by the water. Wind cicada

18, cicadas sing high and the scenery is cool. Konoha leaves gradually surprised the year, and brocade words wrapped around weft. It's even sadder to dream in the window. Sweet bamboo shoots and wind, dew lotus tears. Smell it.

19, the dew drops in Qing Xiang, and the willows are windy. On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound. At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo. I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again. I heard about it on the evening of June 3.

20, the fire cloud seems to be dying at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be a little brighter. The old country traveled thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounded. Smell it.

2 1, with a charming voice. Like a deep girl. Triple harp, a wisp of heart sound. Deep in the shade. Qingping music (singing hymns)

22. Today, the cicada suddenly sounds, and if the guest moves, it is like love. Being grateful for one year can make people feel alive. New cicada

23. On the seventh day of June, cicadas in Jiangtou began to sing. In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds at dusk. A temple eager to decline in color, and then move to the hometown of feelings. Qiu Si was born in the autumn before the rise of the west wind. Early cicada

24, the sunset is early and urgent, and the customer is more worried. Come to my pillow loudly and dream of autumn in my hometown. I heard about it early.

25, the door willow is not even wild, I heard it early. Visitors have no fixed address, so they should listen first. Early cicada

26, Qi Nvbing lost its old capacity, and it was crowned by the waiter. The wings turn to the temples at dusk to find the fragrant dew, and sound the autumn silk to drive away the wind. The hotel is white, and the leaves in the police building are red. New cicada

27, pure heart from drinking dew, sad wind. Before going to the crown side, I was surprised in the leaves. Maemi

28, scattered shadow jade willow, including green hidden cicada. Hidden in the leaves, before the noise goes out. Weak Fu to Liu Ming and Qiu Chan

29, the mountain cicada autumn night hinders people's language, and the guests are surprised. When can I read a new green tree? I don't know when I will be lonely. The sea and the moon are thousands of miles away, don't forget to send a question about He Lang. Late mountain cicada

30. Hidden high willow anticline light can reduce loneliness. I was afraid that the traveler's head was not white, and I moved the tree again and again. Late cicada

3 1, the city song of Sunset Gate Lane is deserted, and Qiu Shu in the early Qing Dynasty rings. Thin clothes and cool temples, drinking 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 Tianle (cicada)

5. Poems describing cicada singing in summer Listen to cicada singing and read cicada poems.

Cicada, commonly known as cicada, is also called grasshopper bird and monkey. There are more than 3000 kinds in the world. In China, scientists found about 200 species, which were divided into spring cicada, Xia Chan and Qiu Chan according to their growing seasons. Cicada sings high and sharp in spring, Xia Chan sings loudly, and Qiu Chan's songs sound a little sad. Female cicadas can't sing, so they are called "dumb cicadas". Sarah Juss, an ancient Greek poet, once wrote two very humorous poems about chanting: How happy cicadas are because they have wives who can't talk.

Although the male cicada is called a "tireless singer", it sings not with its mouth, but with a corner of its chest and abdomen. This buzzer has an air cavity inside and a castanet outside. The air rushes out of the air cavity, and the castanet and the whole body vibrate to make a sound. Entomologists have found through long-term research that the chirping of male cicadas can reflect the change of weather. For example, all cicadas are singing in unison, which is good weather, and the cicada singing comes to an abrupt end, indicating that a storm is coming; A cicada singing on a cloudy day means it will clear up. Xu Shang, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, clearly put forward in his poem "Smelling Cicada": "Nature gives birth to tiny things, which can be called at any time". Bai Juyi, another great poet in the Tang Dynasty, told people in his poem "Smelling Cicada on Three Nights in June" that in Suzhou generation, cicadas began to sing at the beginning of June every year in the lunar calendar: "On the third night of dusk, new cicadas began to sing."

Cicada larvae live in the soil and suck the roots of plants, while adults suck the juices of plants. However, the ancients mistakenly thought that cicadas lived by drinking dew, so they regarded cicadas as noble insects. Many literati also wrote many poems about cicadas, either pinning their ideals or alluding to their bumpy and unfortunate life experiences. Sima Qian, a great historian of the Han Dynasty, wrote in Biography of Qu Yuan in Historical Records: "Cicada removes filth and floating dust in the mud." Here, cicada is used as a metaphor, and Qu Yuan's lofty moral integrity is highly praised. He doesn't go with the flow. Yu Shinan, an old minister of Sui Dynasty, was highly valued by Emperor Taizong and Li Shimin. He felt it and wrote a poem "Yong Huai Yong": "Dripping sweet dew to drink dew, dredging the sound of tung; Those who speak loudly are far away, not moved by the autumn wind ",which means that as long as you stand tall and clean, you can become famous without any strength." "Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was full of knowledge and ambitious, but he didn't expect to be caught in the middle of the dispute between Niu and Li, so he couldn't be reused and was down and out for life. Therefore, after hearing the cicada's singing, the height and purity of the cicada reminded him of his innocence, so he wrote a poem entitled "Cicada": "A 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, and I have made my garden full of weeds; I thank you for your sincere advice and let you live a pure life like you. " Poets grasp the characteristics of cicadas, write poems with emotion and write articles with emotion. The cicada in the poem is the author's own shadow.

Chanting poems are contrary to praising the nobility of cicadas and mocking the filth of cicadas. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Lu Guimeng and Luo Yin each wrote a poem "Cicada". In Lu Guimeng's works, cicada is a despicable and incompetent generation: "Only relying on the wind to make it work, everyone craves vitamins;" What is the clearness of the abdomen, and the thinness of the double feathers is even less. "In Luo Yin's works, cicada is a follower of the trend:" The earth is a relic, and your tone is the same as yours. The wind is full of dew today, so forget when I was muddy. "The two poems express their aspirations through cicadas, strongly satirizing and criticizing the corruption and dirty officialdom in the late Tang society. In the third year of senior high school (AD 678), the Tang Dynasty poet Luo was framed and imprisoned for accepting bribes. When the imprisoned poet heard the cicada singing, he associated himself with his own experience, and he sang a poem with the same poem "Chanting Cicada": "The cicada singing in the west, the guests thinking deeply in the south crown. However, it needs those songs with black wings 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? ? "Poetry expresses feelings through cicadas, reveals the backwardness and sinister society at that time, and describes its dissatisfaction with politics. The whole poem is apt in metaphor, natural in allusion and full of puns. It expresses feelings in chanting things, from things to people, from people to things, and achieves the realm of unity between things and me.

Cicadas sing loudly, which many poets have vividly described. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Xiao Zifan, a poet of the Liang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Listening to cicadas in the backyard": "Try to chase the breeze far away, chat with Xia Ye, fly lightly to avoid Chu birds, and drink into Wu Garden." The whole poem is closely related to cicada, which is accomplished in one go, with changeable pen and ink, and pursues novelty and novelty. Now, it seems that people can hear Xia Chan's singing and see Xia Chan's activities. Yu Shinan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Cicada": "Hang your head and drink the dew, and smell the trees. It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. " On the surface, the whole poem is a rewriting of cicadas, but in fact it is more famous than Germans, so it doesn't need to be borrowed from the outside world. This is obviously a tribute to the beauty of human nature, and we can get some truth from it. Lu Tong, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "New Cicada": "Spring is lingering, and the harp begins to sing. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. " In just a few words, the cicada song is vividly described, and the song echoes in people's ears like a flowing spring. The song dynasty poet Wang's "cicada", by describing the voice of cicada, expressed the sadness of feudal scholars for the country's ruin and helplessness: "The sick wing startled autumn, the world withered, and the sunset faded several times?" The aftertaste is more bitter! It's sad to have a clear business. "

In addition, Tao Yong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also wrote a poem "Cicada": "Cicada goes into the night clouds on a high tree, worrying about me as well as you. When it's okay, it seems that I don't smell it every time. " Zhu Shouxin, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Singing Zen": "Holding leaves in the deep forest, you can sing when you take advantage of the situation. How to forget the elevator in the distance and drink nectar to clear your heart? " Chen Zheng, a poet in the Southern Dynasties, accidentally got a poem "To Qiu Chan and Liu Yingheng, Wang Yang and Shi Jiao": "Autumn geese write about the distant sun, and the willows gather in the garden to surprise cicadas; In the long branches of competition, in front of the tree. The wind is loud and urgent, and the trees are near; Liu Yang drinks all day and learns the strings of Cai Yong. " Although these poems are also improvised and describe cicadas, they have a fresh and unique taste to read.

6. What are the poems about cicadas? 1, "Chasing the Cool in Summer Night" Song-Yang Wanli Original: The night heat is still hot in the afternoon, and the door is bright.

Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night.

Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and trees in the distance, there was the chirping of insects; A burst of coolness came.

However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature. 2, "The First Song" Tang-Wang Changling original: cicada v. mulberry forest thin, cold in the border in August.

After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds. And heroes come to you and ice, and we are all old.

Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses. When cicadas are singing in the lonely mulberry forest, the Xiao Guan Road in August is crisp and cold in autumn.

After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were full of yellow reeds lying on the ground. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust.

Don't imitate the ranger who thinks he is brave and doesn't care about his own life, and praise the purple horse beyond the ordinary. 3, "Reading Music in Four Seasons" Yuan-Weng Sen Original: Xiuzhu pressed the eaves and sang around, and the village was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.

Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night. Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.

The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind. Newly grown bamboo hangs under the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house.

My little study room is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains.

Just because I have always known the pleasure of reading, I lie leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the ancient Xi era. Reading is fun, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the lyre.

4, "Smell the cicada" Song-You Jiuyan Original: The mountain is dark and quiet, so the garden should be built. Cicada chirps deep in the tree, and the sunset outside the forest is sparse.

Slowly, the hillside became dark and the door of the old garden was ajar. Cicada on the old tree began to sing, and the sun outside the forest began to set.

5, "Cicada" Tang-Yu Shinan original: hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.

On the bleak phoenix tree, cicadas drink low and clear dew, and the cicada sound is crisp and loud, echoing among the trees. Living on a high branch, the swarm can be proud. Without the help of autumn wind, the sound is still far away.

7. 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, which seems to have heard of the past. 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.

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