What are the ancient poems?
1. "Twenty Spring Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight"
Southern Dynasty Yuefu Folk Songs
The Spring Breeze is Moving In the heart of spring, you can gaze at the mountains and forests.
The mountains and forests are full of wonders, and the sunbirds make clear sounds.
Green catkins lead long roads, red peppers have heavy purple stems.
The flow blows out of the suburbs, and the girls play with Chunying.
At the beginning of the month, the new forest blooms with flowers.
Lovers play with the spring moon, dragging their graceful trains.
The beauty is charming and the scenery is charming.
The warm breeze enters the south window, and the weaver woman is pregnant with spring.
The blue building is dark in the early moon, and Luo Qi is hanging in the new wind.
The spring has not yet reached the song, and the cinnamon wine makes the face clear.
Azaleas are singing in the bamboos, and plum blossoms are falling all over the road.
The swallow girl swims in the spring moon, and Luo Shang drags the fragrant grass.
Zhu Guangzhao Green Garden, Danhua Charming Star.
Those who can embroider in the boudoir have no love for spring.
The fresh clouds are charming and the scenery is beautiful, and the fragrant wind scatters the forest flowers.
The beautiful woman walks in the spring garden, and the embroidery ribbons are flying.
Luo Shang has red sleeves and a jade hairpin with bright moonlight.
Wandering around in the spring dew, looking for a man with the same heart.
The flowers in the spring forest are so beautiful, and the birds in spring are so sad.
The spring breeze is sentimental again, blowing my clothes into bloom.
The new swallows are playing the first tune, and the cuckoos are singing in the morning.
The thrush forgets to note the mouth, and wanders around to express the love of spring.
The plum blossoms have fallen, and the willow flowers will scatter with the wind.
I lament that in spring, no one wants to call me.
In the past, the wild geese departed for Zhuguzhu, but now they return to Yanchaoliang.
I dare to say goodbye to the long years, but I will meet the spring sun.
The flowers in the spring garden are yellow, and the water in the Yangchi is flowing.
When the wine is first filled, the strings are always tuned.
Pingting dances with her sleeves raised, while Ana bends her body lightly.
The shining orchid light is there, and the spring breeze is blooming.
Anana dances and sings new songs.
Cui Yifa Hua Luo, I saw her in return.
The bright moon shines on Guilin, and the first flowers are beautiful.
Who can not miss lovesickness and weave alone in the machine.
Competing with the ups and downs, you no longer have to worry about yourself.
The spring breeze invigorates the forest, but I am always afraid that the flowers will fall away.
I want to see the spring flowers and the moon, with a smile as the road.
When I meet with many desires, I pity myself and make mistakes.
Since the farewell, there have been endless sighs.
Huangbo is born in spring, and its painstaking efforts grow with the day.
2. "Twenty Summer Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight"
Southern Dynasties Yuefu Folk Songs
The high hall does not have walls, attracting the wind from all sides.
Blowing the joy of Luo Shang, Dong Nong has a smile on his face.
I put it on the bamboo mat over and over again, but I didn’t put it on the curtain.
My husband is waiting for my plastic surgery.
There is no joy in the beginning of spring, and it is even more miserable in autumn and winter.
*** Playing in the hot summer months, I still feel that the two emotions are harmonious.
Spring farewell is like spring love, and summer love lasts longer.
Whose robe is the tent for? When will the double pillows be available?
Put a fan on the bed and imagine the distant breeze.
With light sleeves and gorgeous makeup, she climbs the high platform gracefully.
The peach has been eaten, so the man gave him a fan of acacia.
We feel the same heart and see each other in the future.
The business of field silkworms is over, but I still suffer from missing my wife.
In the summer, arrange the wedding clothes and send them to passers-by.
Go to the balcony in the morning and sleep in the orchid pond at night.
Pick hibiscus by the moon and get lotus seeds every night.
The summer is calm and windless, and the summer clouds rise at dusk.
Hand in hand under the dense leaves, floating melons and plum blossoms sink.
In the sweltering midsummer month, a roar comes out of the lake.
The hibiscus is beginning to form leaves, but the flowers are not yet in full bloom.
When I see the green banner, the spring has returned.
The magpies in the forest change the first tune, and the summer cicadas sing in the forest.
The spring peach turns red at the beginning, but I cherish its color for fear of being stained.
When Zhu Xia’s flowers fall away, who will look for them again?
The spring breeze blew away in the past, but now it is still summer clouds.
The road is far away, the sun and the moon are rushing, it is not me who has stayed behind.
The green lotus covers the Lushui, and the hibiscus is red and fresh.
The man wants to pick me up when he sees it, and I want to hold lotus in my heart.
Surrounded by hibiscus pools, Zhu Tang has no walls.
The bed is made of precious jade and is full of caress and comfort.
The dazzling sun and moon are shining brightly, and everyone is holding a fan.
The graceful Yao Taiwanese girl plays games in the cool palace.
The mulberry leaves are gone in spring, and the sericulture work is finished in summer.
Day and night are bound by mechanisms, and the desire for knowledge has long been matched.
My love has endured for three summers, but today I am alone.
The fragrant scarf is blowing on the jade mat, and the young man goes to bed in the building.
Light clothes are not heavy on color, so they are not cool in the strong wind.
When will the dog days pass? Xu Nong will wear pink makeup.
High summer is not a travel festival, and all worries are entangled.
Go boating on Furong Lake and relax among the lotus seeds.
3. "Eighteen Autumn Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight"
Southern Dynasty Yuefu Folk Songs
The wind is clear and it is cool when I wake up, and the moon is bright and the sky is high.
The beautiful lady is taking care of her cold clothes, and is laboring with anvils and pestles.
The clear dew condenses like jade, and the cool breeze blows through the night hair.
The lover does not return to bed, but wanders under the bright moon.
The swans fly south, and the swallows fly north.
It’s hard to think about recruiting people, but I hope to return home in the autumn wind.
Open the window, let the autumn moonlight shine, extinguish the candle and undress the clothes.
Under the curtain of laughter, the whole body is filled with the fragrance of orchid and hibiscus.
It is appropriate to recall the beginning of the Three Yangs, now it is the evening of the ninth autumn.
Chasing the joy of Taishi, unaware of the glorious years.
On an early autumn evening, the bright moon shines brightly.
Hold your wrists and play the same game, and your beauty will return to your home.
The cool breeze blows on the autumn night, and the stars and moon are bright in the sky.
The orchid room competes for decoration, and the colorful tent awaits love.
I sleep with the window open in the cool autumn, and the slanting moon shines down.
No one said anything in the middle of the night, but Luo Pang smiled twice.
The golden fan is a plain festival, and the jade dew condenses into frost.
The wild geese come and go as you climb high, and the guests are melancholy and heartbroken.
The vegetation does not always flourish, but languishes because of the autumn frost.
Today is the beginning of Taishi, and the year is the ninth spring.
Since Biehuan came, how could I not miss lovesickness?
I am often afraid that there will be no autumn leaves and no more lotus branches.
The Jiuzhou Pond was dug into the mansion.
Hibiscus is planted everywhere, and lotus seeds are obtained gracefully.
In the early cold of August and September, I am alone with my own silk.
The cold clothes are not yet gone, what is Lang calling Nong?
Autumn loves two geese, and spring feels two pairs of swallows.
When the orchid eagle catches the pheasant, who will see the pheasant fall?
Looking up at the tung trees, the tung flowers are extremely pitiful.
May the sky be free of frost and snow, and may the Wuzi bear fruit for thousands of years.
The white dew grows day and night, and the autumn wind blows coldly through the night.
Yi Lang needs to take cold clothes and take advantage of the moon to pound Bai Su.
The autumn wind blows into the window, and the tents flutter.
Look up at the bright moon and express your feelings for the celestial light.
Farewell at the beginning of the Three Yangs, I hope to return to the evening of the Nine Autumn Festival.
If you see water flowing eastward, you will never look westward all year round.
4. "Seventeen Winter Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight"
Southern Dynasty Yuefu Folk Songs
The ice in the abyss is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles.
My heart is like a pine and a cypress, how can your love be the same?
There is no one walking in Tusese, so I brave the cold to find each other.
If you don’t believe in the time, just look at the traces on the snow.
The cold birds cling to the tall trees, and the dry forest sings sadly in the wind.
If you are exhausted because of joy, you will have a good appearance.
When the frost comes in the middle of the night, I often complain and sing when I see you.
I lean on the ice in the dark, it’s cold but I can’t see the light.
Treading quietly in the deserted forest, feeling desolate and sad.
As soon as I sang Taishi music, I was holding grass and peanuts.
In the past, the grass was green in spring, but now it is still full of snow.
Who would have thought that longing for old age will turn gray hair.
Cold clouds float in the sky, and snow and glaciers ripple.
The mountains are connected with jade rocks, and the courtyards are built to vibrate Qiongke.
The charcoal stove is cold at night, and I sit on the mat folded in my arms.
I am facing the Chinese couch with my husband, singing strings and holding orchid candles.
The weather is cold and the year is about to end, and the snow is dancing in the new wind.
If you are pregnant and sleep in a quilt, you will have three summer fevers.
The leaves in the winter forest have all fallen, and the sun has returned in spring.
Kwai Huo grows at the bottom of the valley, and his heart is not illuminated.
The new wind sprinkles graupel rain, and the green pond is filled with lotus water.
I would like to welcome my bright hands and enjoy the first falling snow.
Severe frost turns white the grass and trees, and the cold wind blows day and night.
When you feel happy, you sigh with joy, and the frost on your temples is invisible.
Where can we unite as one, under the cypress tree in Xiling.
Wandering without walls, the frost will kill me.
The white snow stops on the Yin Gang, and the Danhua shines in the Yanglin.
Why bother with silk and bamboo? Landscapes have clear sounds.
We have not experienced hard work, and we are forced to be jealous for no reason.
If you want to know how cold it is, look at the ice in the well.
The fruit is about to grow golden orchids, but look at the pine and cylindrical trees.
The frost does not fall to the ground during menstruation, and there is no alienation in the cold years.
It’s three sunny days, and the cicadas have begun to chirp again.
When I feel happy, I sigh with joy, my hair is white and my temples are green.
5. "A Journey to Shangliu Fields"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Walking to Shangliu Fields, how majestic is the solitary tomb.
With this eternal hatred, the spring grass will never grow again.
Sad winds come from all directions, and the sound of heartbroken poplar trees is heard.
May I ask whose land is buried under the wormwood?
The old man said to me that he would stay in the fields.
The Pengkoma hyenas are now flat.
The former brother died without being buried, and others paid tribute to him in this way.
When one bird dies, a hundred birds sing.
When one beast walks away, hundreds of beasts are frightened.
The birds in Huanshan are suffering from separation. They want to go and fly back but cannot conquer them.
The Tian family separated their flesh and blood in a hurry, and the blue sky and the bright sun destroyed the Bauhinia.
The trees in Jiao Ke are of the same shape, the east branches are gaunt and the west branches are flourishing.
Unintentional things are still like this. Hu Nai, a businessman, is looking for heavenly soldiers.
The Lone Bamboo Yanling Mausoleum made the country famous.
The wind blows high, and the waves stir up the clear air.
It is a foot or a cloth away, and my ears are blocked and I cannot hear.