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Cicada poem

1. The description of cicada, metaphor and Liu Yong in the poem is bleak and late for Changting.

At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

There are many kinds of customs, who can say! -.Although we know about it, we are the same old trees, but we have heard about it, that is, Gan Tang of Zhou.

Every evening, the sun shines gloomily, and Qiu Chan pulls it out, making a quiet sound and smelling it. When people's hearts are different from those of others, they will be sad because of the sound of insects.

Hehe, the voice is moving, and the virtue is like a sage. Therefore, it is a noble act of a gentleman and a talented person to lead an honest and clean life, shed his skin and have the spirit of a fairy capital.

At that time, the number of yin and yang should be changed and stored by machine. Open your eyes, don't be confused by the Tao, thin and winged, it's true.

Singing the cool breeze of Shu Qiao, full of charm, and drinking the dew of autumn, why are you afraid of others? It's hard for a servant to get lost, but it's a shame to lose.

Don't be sad but feel sorry for yourself, first decline and then shake it off. Only when I heard the sound of flies flowing did I know that the replay was over, and I saw that my feelings should move with things, mourning for the weak feathers, giving people the way and sympathizing with the loneliness of the rest of the voices.

Not pen and ink, but worry and worry. 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 is the cicada? Li Shangyin, pure in heart and lacking in desire, sings 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.

-Like a cicada, it enters the ears of idle people first.

When you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The cicada in Shangwei Village is singing, and it seems to be muddy at first.

Who is listening at Hengmen? In the locust tree at sunset. - .

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 wonder who rowed the boat last month. - .

You should only send it to you when I am old. White happens first, Qingyun starts late.

Without a glass of wine, I advise you to keep your eyebrows open. - .

People look different from the day before. Cicada sounds like last year. After the new rain of Sophora japonica, willow shadows want autumn colors.

After listening, there is no other way. Acacia is another one. - .

Hometown guests return to their hometown and walk alone by the water. The sound is high and the trees are dense, and the pillow is shocked.

No one is looking, and the dust is everywhere. - .

There are many people worried about the number of stalks, so the Mid-Autumn Festival in the garden is separated by five lakes and clouds. Lu, with the phoenix cicada, is in high spirits.

Send autumn wind in a hurry. The unique danger has also declined with the temple.

-The old country travels thousands of miles, and the new cicada suddenly sounds.

Time still seems, and the days are more distinct. I don't dare to turn my ears up often, but I'm worried about nothing.

-Hidden in the leaves, before the noise goes out.

-It will certainly take several years for Zhu Yan to send a message to China.

The old country is far away from white clouds and lives in seclusion. Because of a few tears, books and newspapers have been published for ten years.

-I was surprised in the leaves before I went to the crown side.

It's a good thing you listened to it all night, and you'll know after drinking it.

Thinking that late autumn is near, it is appropriate to have a quiet night. It's not gold, it's fragrant.

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? .

-Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy.

Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold.

When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.

When the sad voice meets the decay of teeth, the festival is wandering. I still remember the day in the suburban garden, and I had to smell it in the stream.

-A hundred miles without stopping, the two villages and mountains reunite.

The night is wet, and the moon wind scares cicadas. And the wine that makes you drunk.

These should be about the same.

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. 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. Is there any poem about Cicada that I first heard about Wei in summer?

The summer heat has not passed, and the scene of cicada singing has long since disappeared. When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.

When the sad voice meets the decay of teeth, the festival is wandering. I still remember the day in the suburban garden, and I had to smell it in the stream.

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Send Wang Yongshou Zanfu to Cen Can County (take the word cicada).

When an official is idle, he will temporarily return to Lin Quan. A hundred miles without stopping, the two towns and mountains reunite.

The night is wet, and the moon wind scares cicadas. And the wine that makes you drunk.

Xin Qiji wrote a poem about the summer when cicadas are singing. In Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji's "Moonlit Night on the West River in Huangsha Road", the breeze chirps in the middle of the night, listening to frogs and describing cicadas.

Source: Xijiangyue who walks along Huangsha Road at night-Song: Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

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. The sky is cloudy and starry, flickering, and there is a light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.

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1, the creative background of Xijiang Moon walking along Huangsha Road at night

In A.D.118/year (the eighth year of Xichun in Song Xiaozong), Xin Qiji was dismissed as a traitor and returned to Shangrao to live with the lake, where he lived for nearly fifteen years. During this period, although he also had a short official experience, most of him lived in Shangrao and left many poems. This word was written when passing Huangshaling Road in Shangrao, Jiangxi Province in the Middle Ages.

2. Appreciation of Xijiang moonlit stroll along Huangsha Road

Although the poet is familiar with the path on the Huangsha Road, he always forgets to cross the "outer sky" and the "front of the mountain", because he is obsessed with the sound of frogs pouring out the joy of the good years in front of him, and even the Maodian near the forest near the Shemiao is unaware of it.

The former's "turning the road" and the latter's "suddenly enlightened" not only show the poet's sudden enlightenment and the joy of being close to his old house, but also express his ecstasy because he was immersed in the fragrance of rice flowers and even forgot the distance of the road. The two complement each other, which reflects the author's profound artistic foundation and is intriguing.

6. 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 Japanese noise, 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)

7. All the poems about cicadas were originally published by Xingmao.

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.

8. What are the poems describing "cicada singing" in summer? 1, birds are under the green grass in Qinyuan Xi, and cicadas are singing in the yellow leaves in the autumn of Han Palace.

From the East Building of Xianyang City written by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Original poem

East Tower of Xianyang City

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

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When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, water plants and willows are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.

2, the setting sun is ruthless and affectionate, it urges thousands of trees to sing.

From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn.

Original poem

Walking in the nursery in early autumn

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.

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Walking in the garden in early autumn seems heartless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas in the trees in the garden sang loudly and desperately in the short time when the sun set, and the whole garden was full of cicadas. 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.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, these mysterious birds died peacefully.

It was anonymous in the Han Dynasty that the moon was bright in the sky and there was a song every night.

Original poem

The moon shines in the sky

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name?

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The bright moonlight shines in the night sky, and crickets chirp from time to time in the east corner. The jade star in the Big Dipper has pointed to Meng Dong, and many stars in the sky are so shining. The crystal dew has covered the weeds on the ground, and it's summer in Qiu Lai. Qiu Chan's intermittent chirp came from the branches. I don't know where the swallow is going. In the past, my fellow friends who walked hand in hand with me have already soared.

But they don't miss our friendship at all, just as pedestrians dislike footprints and me! Neither invivo nor the Big Dipper can be used to hold things and pour wine, nor can Altair be used to pull carts with yokes! No matter how good the friendship is, it can't be rock solid. What's the use of thinking about the cold world in name only?

4. In August, the cold current crossed the border, and cicadas sang and sang thin.

The First Song of Saigon by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Original poem

The first part of the fortress

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn.

After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.

Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.

Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

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Cicada chirps in the withered mulberry forest, and autumn is crisp on Xiaoguan Road in August. After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were all yellow reeds. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust. Don't be like that brave ranger who boasted about his war horse.

I don't know who to talk about, cicadas on the river are ringing all over my ears.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Can's "The Old Duke Tours Two Provinces with Sad Autumn in the Guest Room"

Original poem

Guest house mourns autumn and cherishes two provinces.

Three times as big as A Lang, you are old. When you go out, you will keep the Five Classics and Autumn.

Mo Yan's Lord doesn't need help, and he shouldn't rest all his life.

The years on earth are like flowing water, and the autumn wind in the guest house rises again today.

I don't know who I am worried about, and cicadas on the river are full of ears.

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I have worked as a Langguan several times and have been in the county for five years. Don't say that the wise monarch will not be appointed, but the people all over the world are worried! Look at the time on the earth like running water, and watch the autumn wind whistling in the guest house. Full of worries, I don't know who to talk to, but I'm listening to cicadas on the river!