What are the five-character poems?

Five-character ancient poetry is a genre of ancient Chinese poetry, and the whole article consists of five sentences. Before the Han Dynasty, there were occasional five-character poems, but there were no complete five-character poems. Five-character poems first appeared and developed in folk songs and Yuefu folk songs in Han Dynasty. According to Records of Five Elements in Hanshu and Biography of Yinshang, the ballads of the Western Han Dynasty when it proclaimed itself emperor have become a complete five-character style. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, five-character poems emerged constantly and were incorporated into Yuefu, such as Mulberry on the Stranger, Lotus Picking in Jiangnan and so on. , are relatively mature five-character works. Four Seasons Song of Five-character Poems: In spring, the lovely Luo Fu of the western countries picked mulberry leaves at the water's edge, crossed the green branches, and stretched out her white hand in the golden sunshine. Her rose robe was dyed, and my silkworm was hungry. I couldn't stay beside your five-horse carriage. I prayed for the four seasons song: In summer, Jinghu 300 Li Han sent lotus flowers in May. The stone picks people to see that Ai Ruoye returns to the boat and doesn't wait for the moon to return home. Qiu Ge sang at four o'clock at night. Chang' an has a moon, and thousands of households weigh clothes. The autumn wind has been blowing. Will always be jade's concern. He took Land Rover's lover to explore. Winter songs are sung at four o'clock at night. It's from a courier in Ming Dynasty. She sewed samurai clothes all night, and her fingers felt the needles were cold. How could she hold the scissors tightly? The work is finished and she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? Jade family, her jade ladder is cold and dew, and the silk bottom is wet. She lingers there for so long. Behind her closed window sash, why is she still waiting, exquisite, looking at the autumn moon, sleeping in Niuzhu, looking back at Xijiang at night, cloudless in the sky, boarding a boat, looking at the autumn moon, remembering the general's thanks, and praising the people who can't smell the sails in the Ming Dynasty. Maple leaves have sent friends Qingshan Hengbei Baishui, Dongcheng, this place is a place where you don't want to be alone. I went, and my horse screamed, giving Meng Haoran a message, master, I salute you from my heart, your reputation rose to the sky, and you gave up the importance of hats and chariots in rosy youth, and you chose pine trees and clouds; Now, white-haired, drunk with the moon, dreaming of sages and bewitched by flowers, you turn a deaf ear to the emperor. The mountains, Anke Yangtu, the moon rises in the sea of mountains and seas, the wind blows Wan Li, blows Yumenguan, goes down to Baideng Island, and looks at the origin of Green Bay, but no one keeps the guests, looks at the edge, thinks about its hardships and looks at the tall buildings. When I sigh this night, I shouldn't be idle to listen to the monk playing the piano, and the monk is holding the green west. At the foot of Emei Mountain, when I touched the strings, I heard him ringing into a frost bell in Qingxi. Although the mountain was dark, I didn't think there was any change. Autumn clouds piled up and I sent Pei eighteen pictures. How can I be different from Songshan Mountain? Chang 'an Qingqi Gate. Hu Ji beckons the vegetarian hand, and the guest is drunk. When I was about to get on the horse, I said to you alone: the wind blows the orchid, and there are no birds in the sun. This situation is hard to say. There is no difference between morning and evening, and there is a clear source in Shui Ying. Estimate passengers, sail out to sea, sail and sail in the wind. For example, birds in the clouds disappear without a trace. Lushui Qu Lushui Tomorrow autumn, Nanhu picks white apples and lotus flowers, worrying about killing boatmen. Qingxi heard the sound of flute and plum blossom in the middle of the night, which led to the sound of dragon water in Wuxi, Han Qingshan, autumn and autumn, heartbroken and jade customs. I can't feel the falling flowers, I'm drunk and the birds in the stream are scarce. The water is as urgent as an arrow, and the boat wants to fly in October. How old is it?