Verses about chirping cicadas

1. What are the poems about the chirping of cicadas?

1. "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. Original text: The heat of the night is still the same as the heat of the afternoon. When the door opens, the moon is bright.

Deep in the bamboos and densely populated by insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. Translation: The weather is hot at noon in summer, but I didn’t expect it to be so hot at night.

Open the door and stand under the moonlight for a while. At this time, the chirping of insects came from the bamboo forest and trees in the distance; waves of cool feeling also came to us.

However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the quiet coolness of nature. 2. "Song on the Fortress" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty. Original text: The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan Road in August.

It's cold when it comes out of the plug, and yellow reeds are everywhere. We have always been together in the secluded place, but we are all old and dusty.

Don’t imitate the knight-errant and boast about Ziliu. Translation: Cicadas are chirping in the dry and lonely mulberry forest. The Xiaoguan Road in August is refreshing and the autumn is high and deserted.

After leaving the fortress and then entering the fortress, the weather became colder, and there were withered and yellow reeds lying on the ground inside and outside the pass. Since ancient times, heroes from Hebei and Shanxi have grown old with dust and yellow sand.

Don’t imitate the knight-errant who relies on his bravery and does not care about his life, and boasts about his purple horse. 3. "The Joy of Reading at Four Seasons" by Weng Sen, Yuan Dynasty. Original text: Bamboos are planted on the eaves and surrounded by mulberry trees, and the small studio is quiet and spacious, and the bright Zhuhui shines.

The cicadas chirp in the trees when the day is long, and the fireflies fall into the curtains in the depths of night. The couple of Emperor Xi and his wife lie high above the north window, just for the sake of reading.

The joy of reading is endless, and the music of Yao Qin soothes the wind. Translation: Newly grown bamboo hangs down the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house.

My small study is quiet and bright, with bright sunlight shining in. The days are getting longer. After reading, you can listen to the chirping of cicadas on the trees. When you are reading at night, the lights are falling one by one, and fireflies are flying into the curtains.

Just because I have always known the joy of reading, I lay leisurely under the north window, as carefree as the people in the ancient Xihuang era. The joy of reading is endless, like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a piece of music on the Yao Qin.

4. "Smell the Cicada" Song Dynasty - You Jiuyan Original text: The mountains are quiet and the country is dark, so the hometown should be covered. The sound of cicadas rises from the trees, and the sun sets outside the forest.

Translation: Slowly the mountainside became dark, and the door of the old garden was ajar. The cicadas on the old trees began to chirp, and the sun outside the woods began to set.

5. "Cicada" by Yu Shinan, Tang Dynasty. Original text: Drooping down the stilts to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees. The reason for speaking loudly and staying far away is not to borrow the autumn wind.

Translation: Above the sparse sycamore trees, cicadas drank the clear dew, and their sound was clear and loud, echoing in the woods. Standing on a high branch, you can stand out from the crowd of insects. You don't need to rely on the autumn wind, and the sound is still far away. 2. Poems describing the chirping of insects

★White lotuses are like peach blossoms blooming brilliantly but not withered by rain, like peonies blooming gracefully but still emerging from the mud; like welcoming spring, elegant and affectionate yet fruitful Not arrogant.

★Under the morning sun, among the green trees, strings of longan look like chubby little urchins, grinning happily.

★Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding half of her face.

★Cherry flowers covered the village like white clouds.

★In autumn, the deep red persimmons, like a tree of flames, will amaze you.

★Each persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the orange-red harvest news to people.

★In the vineyard, there are cascading green clouds and dense clusters of grapes, like pearl towers, making people feel honeyed and refreshing.

★The grape called "Crystal" is long, green, and crystal clear, as if it were carved out of crystal and jade.

★Under the dense, lush leaves, grapes hung all over the rack, some purple-red, some green, like agate, like emerald.

★Blooming red pomegranate flowers hang on the tree, dressing the pomegranate tree like a shy girl.

★The skin of a ripe pomegranate sometimes explodes, like a child opening its mouth wide, revealing its neat teeth.

★The pomegranates are all split open, exposing the pomegranate seeds that look like teeth. The top leaves are all gathered together like a bow, making it even more beautiful.

★In late autumn, all the pomegranates on the tree have their mouths opened, like blooming flowers.

★Pomegranates are ripe, and each one of them has cute round faces and smiles like dolls, vying to report the good news of maturity to people.

★When the pomegranate fruit is ripe, it splits open to reveal pearly agate-like seeds, which look like the white teeth of a girl smiling brightly.

★The coconut leaves are like long feathers. When there is wind, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and when there is no wind, they are also elegant and beautiful.

★Tall and straight coconut trees, under the blue sky, their leaves spread out like peacock tails.

★The tall coconut tree is like a sun umbrella, always leaning towards the sea and bending slightly.

★The grove in the distance is shining with green light, and the green leaves are gently shaking in the breeze, as if singing a beautiful song.

★Shu Lin woke up, combed his hair in the morning breeze, and was busy wiping the rose-red morning glow on his face.

★The woods make a "rustling" sound when blown by the breeze. From a distance, it looks like the undulating waves of the sea.

★The mottled tree shadows are clearly cast on the path, like paper-cut paintings of suitable shades.

★The poplar, elm, and locust trees that have lost all their leaves stretch out their charcoal-like branches toward the gray sky.

★The forest in June is full of wild flowers of all colors, as brilliant as if they were sprinkled with gems and covered with brocade.

★When you are in the maple forest, the countless red leaves are like red butterflies filling the branches.

★This huge maple forest is like a palette filled with paints. There are medium yellow, purple... there are literally everything you need, making it dizzying.

★The maple leaves all over the mountain are red, as red as sunset, like burning clouds. They seem to be challenging the cold autumn. It is really "frost leaves are as red as February flowers."

★I saw more than a dozen tall and big maple trees, and the maple leaves on the trees were all red, like piles of eternal flames.

★I gently picked up a maple leaf. There were clear veins on the red leaf, but the color was like a burning flame.

★On the mountainside, there are clusters of cotinus trees, with branches and leaves like clouds. In the golden autumn, the forests are dyed in full swing, just like a girl in red dress. 3. What are the poems describing cicadas?

1. "Frost Moon" - Author Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty

When I first heard that there are no cicadas in Zhengyan, the water reaches the sky from a hundred-foot-high building.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

Translation: Just when I first heard the chirping of the wild geese heading south, the chirping of the cicadas had already disappeared. I climbed up to a hundred-foot high building and looked far into the distance, where the water and the sky merged into one piece. The Goddess of Frost, Qingnu, and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their beauty in the cold moon and frost, competing for their pure and beautiful looks.

2. "What I See" - Author Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.

Translation: The shepherd boy rides on the back of the ox, and his loud singing echoes in the forest. The cicada suddenly wanted to catch the singing in the tree, so he immediately stopped singing and stood silently next to the tree.

3. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Author Wang Wei Dynasty and Tang Dynasty Translation Comparison

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the ruins.

On the day of return, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.

Translation: The cold mountains have become particularly gloomy and the green autumn water flows slowly into the distance day by day. I stood outside the door of the thatched cottage with my pole and stick, listening to the singing of the cicada at dusk in the wind. The sun was about to set over the ferry, and wisps of smoke from the village were drifting away. Then I met Pei Di, my father-in-law, who was drunk and acted wildly in front of me, who was just like Tao Qian.

4. "Walking in the Early Autumn Garden" - Author Yang Wanli, Song Dynasty

The setting sun is the most ruthless and affectionate, urging thousands of trees to sing at dusk.

It sounds like it is nowhere to be found, but it is silent when it is found nearby.

Translation: The setting sun seems ruthless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are taking advantage of the short time when the sun sets to sing loudly, and the garden is full of cicadas.

The cicada's chirping seems to be around you, 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 Immortal: The sound of cicadas at dusk falls in the setting sun" - author Mao Wenxi, Dynasty Tang Dynasty

The sound of cicadas in dusk falls in the setting sun, and the shadow of silver toad hangs in Xiaoxiang. There is vast water beside Huangling Temple.

The mangroves in Chushan Mountain are separated from Gaotang by mist and rain.

The fishing lanterns on the shore are blown by the wind, and the white apples are fragrant in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty.

The red strings are sad and the clouds are scattered in the blue sky.

Translation: The setting sun bids farewell to the last chirping of cicadas, the silvery moon hangs high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple rolls up with waves. The mangroves of Chushan were shrouded in mist and rain, which cut off the dreams under the Gaotang stage.

The river shakes the lights of fishing boats on the shore, and the white apples in the distance are drifting with a strong fragrance. The sound of the waves seemed like the concubine Xiang was playing a sad tune, and the mournful cry of the scarlet strings lingered in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time. 4. Poems related to cicadas

1. Early Cicada (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty)

On the seventh day of June, the Jiangtou cicada begins to sing.

In the deep leaves of heather, there are two or three sounds in the dusk.

As soon as the color on the temples fades away, the love of hometown will be stirred up again.

The west wind has not yet risen, but autumn thoughts come first.

I recall the past in Dongye, listening under the locust flowers.

Today there are endless thoughts, clouds and trees surround Huancheng.

Translation

On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, the cicadas on the trees by the river began to sing.

Cicadas hide in the dense leaves of heather trees and chirp two or three times in the evening.

The cry of the cicada made me suddenly realize that my temples were turning white and I could not go back to my previous home.

The autumn wind has not yet begun to blow, but sadness has already emerged from the bottom of my heart.

I recall that when I was still working in the East Palace, I would always listen to the chirping of cicadas under the locust tree.

The infinite sadness now is like white clouds covering the city, making people breathless.

2. Cicada (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)

It is hard to be full because of the height, and it is in vain to complain.

At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.

The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.

Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.

After the fifth watch, the distant sounds almost disappeared, but the green trees were still as emotionless as ever.

My official position is humble, my whereabouts are erratic, I can’t return to my homeland, and the countryside in my hometown has long been deserted.

Your tweets make me alert. I am also living in poverty.

3. Cicada (Yu Shinan, Tang Dynasty)

Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just to take advantage of the autumn wind.

Translation

The cicada lowered its tassel-like tentacles to suck the clear and sweet dew, and a loud sound came from the tall and sparse sycamore branches.

It is precisely because the cicada makes its sound from a high place that its sound can travel far, not by the power of the autumn wind.

4. Huanxisha·The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk (Yan Shu, Song Dynasty)

The westerly wind blows on the lake at dusk. The clear dew at night wets the red lotus. I will stay for a long time and return to ride on horseback to celebrate the singing feast.

Don’t say goodbye to marigold wine. When entering the court, you must be near the smoke of the jade furnace. I don’t know when the reunion will be.

Translation

In the evening the sun was shining slantingly, the breeze blew across the lake, and the cicadas kept chirping. As night falls, drops of clear dew dot the red lotuses, which is really lovely. After a short stay, he rode on horseback to the banquet that was about to begin.

When you are about to leave, never refuse the wine in your glass. After returning to the court, we need to stay close to the emperor to have a stable career. But we have been separated for now and we don’t know when we can get together again.

5. Frost Moon (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)

When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas, and the water reached the sky from a hundred-foot-high building.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

Into one piece.

The Green Girl of the Frost God and Chang'e in the Moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for beauty in the cold frost of the cold moon, comparing their pure and beautiful appearance. 5. What are the poems about cicadas?

Cicada - Li Shangyin

It is difficult to eat because of the height, and it is useless to hate the sound.

At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless.

The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.

Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family.

Cicada [Early Tang Dynasty] Yu Shinan

Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing water flows out of the sparse tung trees.

Keeping your voice high and far away is not just taking advantage of the autumn wind.

"Song of Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin

The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply.

Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.

It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.

No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?

Qi Tianle·Cicada Wang Yisun

I regret that the soul of the palace is broken, and the trees in the courtyard are green every year. After swallowing the cold ke, it also moves the dark leaves, and expresses the sorrow of separation again. It rains outside the west window. The strange Yao pendant floats empty, and the jade zither adjusts its pillars. The mirror is dark and the makeup is incomplete, why do you have such beautiful temples?

The Bronze Immortal sheds tears like lead. I sigh that it is difficult to store zero dew when traveling far away with a plate. The diseased wings startle the autumn, and the withered form reads the world, and the setting sun disappears for a few degrees. The lingering sound is even more bitter. It's so sad to hold one's aloofness alone. Thinking about the wind, there are thousands of willow threads.

Qi Tianle·Cicada Qiu Yuan

The music of the deserted city in Sunset Gate Alley, the voiceless sound of the autumn trees singing early. Thinly cut gauze clothes, cool shadows on the temples, drinking the wind and dew from the sky alone. Day and night. Nai groaned for a while, feeling miserable. There was still a lingering sound, suddenly flying across other branches.

The past events of Qi Palace are vague, and passers-by still tell me that Qi was a daughter at that time. The rain has stopped on the empty mountain, and the moon cages the ancient willow trees, as if they were once heard from before. Being away from love is painful. I am too lazy to brush the ice paper, and tired to pick up the piano music. The ground is covered with frost and red, and the shallow sand is looking for shed feathers.

Qi Tianle · Cicada Zhou Mi

Huaixun suddenly sent Qing Shang's complaint, but he vaguely heard about it and still stopped. Therefore, the garden is filled with deep sorrow, the dangerous strings are tuned to bitterness, and the dream in front of me is full of dead leaves. Sad farewell. It’s the setting sun and the waning moon. In the blink of an eye, the west wind turned to someone with a deep hatred.

The young servant girl still remembers her moving shadow, the green moth should be jealous of me, her temples are like snow. The branches are cold and moving frequently, and the leaves are sparse and still clinging, failing to live up to the good autumn season. Desolate and miserable. Gradually meandering towards dusk, bricks and worms are connected with each other. The dew washes away the remaining sorrow, and the sound of dusk smoke is swallowed up.

Modern poems about cicadas

"Autumn Cicada"

February is coming, and the farmers on the terrace say it will be a good year.

When the white dew comes in the clear autumn, the autumn wind sends the cicadas flying again.

" The cicadas sing in the trees in autumn, and the black birds pass away peacefully?" (Xuanniao, that is, swallows) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon at Night")

"The cicadas sing in the cold sound, and the chrysanthemums shine in the autumn flowers" ( Pan Yue's "Two Poems Composed by Heyang County")

"The cicadas mourn without leaving a sound, and the wild geese sing in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's "September 9th, Jiyou Year")

"The Garden Willow Sings" It has been cool for a long time, and the cicadas are startled by their hissing order." (Sui Wang Youli's "Fu De Gao Liu Cicada")

"The microorganisms created by nature can always respond to the call" (Tang Xu Shang's "Wearing Cicadas")

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"The high cicada has a distant rhyme, and the luxuriant trees have lingering sounds" (Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, "Nan'an Road")

"The flowing sound surrounds the bushes, and the lingering sound echoes through Gaoxuan" (Xiao Zifan of the Southern Dynasties, "Later") "Listen to the cicadas in the hall")

"The clear chanting of the morning dew leaves, the sad and noisy sunset branches. Suddenly the strings are cut off, and the Russian pipes are mixed." (Tang Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding the Solitary Prime Minister to See the New Cicadas")

"The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the mountain with singing birds becomes more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream")

"The spring slips into the deep throat, and the music of the piano comes and goes. The long wind cuts "Continuously, still among the branches" ("New Cicada" by Tang Lutong)

"The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are singing in the middle of the night" (Song Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon: Walking on the Yellow Sand Road")

"If you drink Xuantian dew, how can you say that you are in the cold willows" ("Cicada Poetry" by Chen Liu of the Southern Dynasties)

"If you drink the dew of Xuantian, you will be clean, and your chanting style will be longer" (Tang Dynasty) ·Dai Shulun's "Painting of Cicadas") 7. The cicada's cries make people unable to sleep.

The worry is heartbreaking" ("Listening to the Cicada").

Tang Sikong Shu "Nowadays, the cicada suddenly chirps, if you move to the guest in love? I feel that one year old, can make all kinds of emotions come to life" ("New Cicada");

Tang Bai Juyi : "As soon as I hear the sadness, I feel homesick again. The sound of new cicadas on the Wei River is very similar. Who listens in Hengmen? In the locust flowers at dusk" ("Morning Cicada");

Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: "Before the cicada sounds, I feel the passage of time. Once it enters the desolate ears, it is like hearing the intermittent strings" ("Reply to Bai Xingbu Hearing the New Cicada");

Tang Meng Haoran: "The cool breeze at sunset When you arrive, you will feel more sad when you hear the cicadas" ("Qin Zhongshu Yuanyuan Master"),

Tang Yuanzhen: "The sound of cicadas in the red trees fills the sunset, and we see each other in sorrow and sadness" ("Send Lu Shi") .

Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of clear summer heat will cause the body to bleed in several places. The heart of a man with lofty ideals is bitter, and the first time he hears it, he is alone" ("Morning Cicada");

Liu Zhaoyu of the Five Dynasties Chu: "Don't invade the remnants of the sun and listen to it in a foreign land" ("Hearing the Cicada");

Lu Yin of the Tang Dynasty: "The slanting light on the back of the tall willow is hidden deep, and one can stand alone and feel sad about the past. I am still afraid of the traveler's head that is not white, and repeatedly "Moving trees and flying with sound" ("Late Cicada");

Yao He of Tang Dynasty: "When autumn comes, the chanting is even more bitter, half swallowed and half followed by the wind" ("Wearing Cicadas to Jia Dao");

Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty: "The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to subside." ("Yulin Bell");

Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty: "Why bother to play a song at Yongmen, the sound of the cicadas is extremely meaningful" "Desolate" "March 25th, Yinfang School Garden". 8. Read the following verses about cicadas and tell us what you discovered. Urgent

When the male cicada sings and screams desperately, he can summon the female cicadas within a radius of more than 1,000 meters. When the female cicada flies close, the male cicada continuously emits a unique low-volume "wooing call" to attract the female cicada to come closer. At the same time, female cicadas can also make low-volume response sounds. Only in this way can the purpose of mating be achieved by mutual understanding.

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The two sentences "cicada noise" have been passed down as a masterpiece for thousands of years. The cicadas are noisy in the forest, and the sound of birds is clearly audible. The poem seems absurd. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is quiet and silent, but you don't feel it. The single noise of the cicadas reflects the tranquility of the environment. The next sentence gives people the same feeling as the previous sentence. This is the uniqueness of poetry.

"Yan's Family Instructions? Articles" said: "Wang Ji's poem "Entering Ruoye Stream" says: 'The noisy forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountains are more secluded.' Jiangnan thought that the literary world was cut off, and there was no objection to things." "Poetry?" "Xiaoya? Che Gong" has the sentence "xiao Xiaoma Ming, leisurely Zhao Jing", "Mao Zhuan" says: "Speak without making noise." It is clearly "xiao Xiaoma Ming", but it means "not making noise". This The two sentences "Cicada Noisy" have similar meanings but have similar meanings. This is what is meant by what can be understood but cannot be expressed in words.