Nineteen Ancient Poems published in this issue is considered to be the master of Han Yuefu.
The first part introduces the poems of Han Yuefu, and by the way, I read a love poem-advocating evil.
In this issue, we focus on Nineteen Ancient Poems.
Nineteen ancient poems
Personally, among Yuefu poems, Nineteen Ancient Poems is the most striking one.
Nineteen Ancient Poems is a collection of five-character poems written by ancient Chinese literati, compiled by Xiao Tong in the Southern Dynasties from 19 unknown ancient poems handed down from ancient times.
Traditionally, we use the title of the first sentence of this poem 19 as follows: Traveling again, the grass by the green river, the green mausoleum on the cypress, today's good banquet, the tall buildings in the northwest, the hibiscus picked by the Shejiang River, the bright moon at night, the solitary bamboo in Ran Ran, the strange trees in the courtyard and the distance.
Some of the poems in Nineteen Ancient Poems represent the highest artistic achievements of five-character ancient poems, with complex contents, which profoundly show the disillusionment and degradation pursued by scholars during the period of great ideological change, as well as the awakening and pain of the soul.
Liu Xie of the Southern Dynasties named it "the crown of five words" in Wen Xin Diao Long. "Wen Xin Diao Long": also known as "the beauty of ancient poetry" ... Look at her well-structured prose, which is straight and not wild, and tactfully attached, which is the highest of five words.
Nineteen Ancient Poems, with its simple and natural language and high artistic achievements, occupies an important position in the history of China literature development.
Let's enjoy some of them:
A hard trek
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
The road is so dangerous and far away, when I meet you, can I know when?
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
Don't give up donations, try to add meals!
There are tall buildings in the northwest.
There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds.
Cross sparse junction window, aging third order.
There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice!
Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife.
Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty.
Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness.
I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend.
I would like to fly high for two swans.
Shejiang picking hibiscus
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.
Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
Soft, supple and lonely bamboo
I am like a wild bamboo in the wilderness, hoping to find a partner in the ravine.
When you got married, you went abroad, like Dodd, and I was still alone, without friends.
When dodder has its ups and downs, husband and wife should also keep pace with the times.
I married you thousands of miles away from home, just married, and you left me.
Acacia bitter years destroy old youth is limited, so I hope my husband's success can be rewarded as soon as possible.
I am a self-evident, pure and pure orchid, which is in bud and ready to be presented to you.
I'm afraid to collect when you don't come back, and the autumn rain will wither like autumn grass in the wind.
You keep noble sentiments and loyal love, then I will only wait for you.
There is a beautiful tree in the yard.
There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court.
Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy.
The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.
This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.
Distant Altair
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, with many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
People who leave will be scattered.
The day of the dead is sparse, and the day of the living is near.
Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.
The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.
Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.
A person's life is less than one hundred years old.
If you are less than a hundred years old, you will always be worried about being a thousand years old.
The days are short and the nights are long. Why not travel by candlelight?
If you eat, drink and be merry, you can't stay here.
Fools cherish expenses, but they are despised by future generations.
Fairy Wang Ziqiao, it's hard to wait.
The guests from afar are tired from the journey.
The guests came from far away and left me alone.
Thousands of miles apart, the heart is still good.
Cai Wenshuang Yuan Yang, cut into lovesickness quilt.
With Sauvignon Blanc, fate is indissoluble.
Glue it. Who can get out of here?