蝉
The Cicada

作者：虞世南
Author:Yu Shinan

垂绥饮清露，
The feelers down drinking fresh dew,

流响出疏桐。
From sparse phoenix trees flows your trill.

居高声自远，
High perching, far your voice would strew,

非是藉秋风。
To which the autumn wind aids nil.