"Poetry Appreciation" listen to autumn insects, poems about autumn insects, listen to autumn insects and sings
Author:Read good poems Time:2022.09.17
The autumn meaning is getting deeper, the autumn leaves are Xiao Xiao, the moonlight is hazy, the poem is picturesque, and the autumn worm sings in the grass.蜻, mantis, dragonfly, 蝈蝈 ..., in many autumn worms, 蟋蟀 is the protagonist. In the Western Jin Dynasty, "Ancient and Modern Note" cloud: "A groaning. Born in the early autumn, it was cold."
Listen to autumn insect words, poems about autumn insects, listen to autumn insects and sings!
Autumn insect
Tang-Bai Juyi
Cut under the dark window, deep in the grass.
In the autumn, the woman's heart, the rainy night is sad.
Autumn insect
Song-Yang Wanli
Cicada sorrows just after the end of the day, and the grievances are resentment.
The world was so white, I do n’t know if I am sorrowful for the two worms.
Happy
Song-Ye Yin
Under the window of Wuwu, there are noisy forests.
The sound of each other is small, and the forgiveness also follows it.
Suddenly, he was all overnight.
Trial dust, listen to the sound of autumn insects.
Yamu Yong
Ming-Wu Ruilong
Sitting alone in the eaves, Lin Duan porcelain rewarded.
When the sky is sunset, the house is full of autumn insects.
Autumn insect
Qing-Daiheng
The lone moon shines high, Xiao Shu is a cold shadow.
Waiting for insects, the autumn sound was cold.
Raining
Qing-Hong Liangji
Bamboo and cypresses in the lower windows, the rain is about three more than three times.
Night Liang Liangyue was clear, and he heard the first sound of autumn insects.
Autumn insect
Ming-Chengbi
There is also a clear intention, I don't know who to the end.
The autumn sound was sorrowful, and the night pillow was suspicious.
I am old, and Bei Ninger is the old.
Where is the acacia where the mud wall is broken.
Bodhisattva-Autumn insects outside the window can't fly
Qing-Guo Lin
The autumn insects outside the window could not fly. Autumn in front of the window will stay.
Who is the courtyard? Washing hands in the court.
The dew group is raining. Always deep in autumn.
Unfortunately, Jade opened. No one wore it obliquely.
Recalling flute on the Phoenix Table
Qing-Zhang Yan
There was a sorrow, a few sorrows, what could be worried about the world.
It provokes southern Ruan, tears flowing.
How much red and tender purple, sadness and leaves.
Moreover, it is the night rain of the residual lamp, and the white hair is new.
Take a break. Feng Tang is old, with a corner blowing the heat, and the Yan language south building.
Come and go, and visit Huangzhou.
Always lonely, after thousands of years, puppets.
In the cloud window, free groaning, and sorrow with Er.
Autumn insect
Modern-Cao Jiada
The summer heat has been exhausted, and the moss flowers are overcast.
How to grass and insects, biased towards travelers.
Short dreams and lights fall, nostalgia hugs the moon.
Knowing the only wake -up couple, leaning on the pillow and groaning.
Autumn insect
Modern-Xu Nanying
The first lonely lamp was frosty, and suddenly heard the four walls.
How many thoughts are the past, so clear and stagnant!
The beacon is still fighting, and a crown is sighing!
The autumn worm was crying, and the west oblique of the frosty moon became pale yellow.
Autumn insect
Modern-Xu Yimin
The golden characters are unsuccessful through autumn, and the walls of the wall shake the autumn sound.
The unbearable woman urged the grievances, so that she would complain to the people.
The first line of the west wind intestine is nine songs, and the half -window oblique moon dreams.
At this time, this scene is endless, and the loneliness is short.
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