Ancient poems about insects

Author Liu, the Tang Dynasty

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Vernacular translation:

The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou.

I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.

2. Country night

Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.

Vernacular translation:

In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.

I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.

3. Various feelings

Author Huang Jingren? Ching Dynasty

The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.

The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.

Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.

Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.

Vernacular translation:

The road to immortality is slim, and they can't succeed. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction.

The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.

Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar.

Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.

4. bees

Author Luo Yin? the Tang Dynasty

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

Vernacular translation:

No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.

Bee, you picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?

The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.

Author Li Shangyin? the Tang Dynasty

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Vernacular translation:

The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, which makes people feel sad.

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.

The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.