When the nineteen ancient poems were first included in "Selected Works", they were included as works of unknown persons. For some reason, the author's name was not recorded. Nowadays, it is generally believed that this is not the work of one person, nor is it the work of a period. Based on the characteristics of the content, subject matter and language style of the poems, people speculate that they were produced around the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Although there is no definite evidence, there is still much speculation and debate about the author of these poems. For example, some people think that these poems are all written by literati, because they think that the language of these poems is obviously tempered and unlike typical folk songs; but some people think that the nineteen ancient poems have distinctive folk song characteristics, because they It is believed that these poems describe the feelings and situations of ordinary people in easy-to-understand language. For another example, some of the 19 ancient poems were listed as Meicheng's works in the ancient poetry anthology "New Odes of Yutai", but later generations think this statement is not credible.
The order of the nineteen ancient poems in "Selected Works" is as follows:
The line is repeated, the line is repeated·Part 1
The line is repeated, and I am separated from you. .
More than ten thousand miles apart, each at the end of the world.
The road is long and blocked, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Huma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest.
We are far away from each other, and the clothes are fast.
The floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning.
Thinking of you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food.
Green grass by the river·Part 2
Green grass by the river, lush willows in the garden.
The girl upstairs is Yingying, standing in front of the bright window.
E'e'e wears red makeup and has slender hands.
She used to be a housewife, but now she is a slut.
The prodigal will never return, and it is difficult to stay alone in an empty bed.
Cypresses on Qingqing Ling·Part 3
Cypresses on Qingqing Ling and rocks in Leilei Stream.
Life between heaven and earth is suddenly like a traveler from afar.
Drinking and entertaining, talking about thick and thin.
Driving and riding horses, playing Wan and Luo.
How gloomy is Luozhong? The crown and belt are tied to each other.
There are many mansions of princes in the long and narrow alleys.
The two palaces face each other from a distance, and the two palaces are more than a hundred feet apart.
It is a feast to entertain the mind, why is Qi Qi forced?
Today’s good banquet·Part 4
Today’s good banquet is full of joy.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.
Ling De sings high-pitched words, knows the music and listens to the truth.
We have the same wish, but the meaning is not stated.
Life is destined to last forever, and dying is like flying into the dust.
Why not recruit high-level students and seize the important road first.
Do nothing to guard poverty and low status, and you will have to endure hard work
There is a tall building in the northwest·Part 5
There is a tall building in the northwest, and the top is as high as the floating clouds.
There are sparse and beautiful windows, and the pavilion has three levels.
There is string singing on it, how sad is the sound!
Who can sing this song but Qiliang’s wife?
The Qing Dynasty businessmen moved with the wind, and the middle tune was lingering.
Sighing over and over again, generosity and sadness.
I don’t care about the pain of the singer, but I regret that the sound of my friend is rare.
I am willing to fly high like two swans.
Plucking hibiscus across the river·Part 6
Plucking hibiscus across the river, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
Who do you want to leave behind? What you want to think about is far away.
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
We share the same heart but live apart, and we end up in sorrow.
The bright moon is bright and luminous at night·Part 7
The bright moon is bright and luminous at night, prompting the weaving of the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align.
White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.
Autumn cicadas sing among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.
In the past, my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.
If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.
What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?
A solitary bamboo grows slowly, eight
A solitary bamboo grows slowly, and it takes root in Mount Tai.
I am newly married to you, and my rabbit silk is attached to my daughter Luo.
When the Rabbit is born, it will be a good time for the couple.
Getting married thousands of miles away, across the mountains.
Thinking of you makes you grow old, how late is the car?
The cymbidium orchid that hurts it contains heroic glory.
If you don’t pick it out of season, the grass will wither in autumn.
Jun Liang holds high integrity, so what can I do with a lowly concubine!
There is a strange tree in the courtyard·Nineth
There is a strange tree in the courtyard, with lush green leaves.
Climb the bar and lose your glory, leaving behind your thoughts.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away.
This thing is not expensive, but it will last forever.
Far Altair · No. 10
Far Altair, a Han woman on the Jiaojiao River.
The slender hands are used to make tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart.
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
Returning to the car and driving with words of mai·11
Returning to the car and driving with words of mai, wading along the long road.
Looking around, the east wind is shaking the grass.
How can you not grow old quickly if you encounter things that have no purpose?
There are ups and downs, and it’s never too early to get established.
Life is not gold and stone, how can one test longevity?
Immortals suddenly turn into objects, and honorable names are considered treasures.
The East City is high and long, part 12
The East City is high and long, winding and connected.
The returning wind is blowing, and the autumn grass is already green.
The four seasons change, and the end of the year comes so quickly!
The morning breeze is full of painstaking efforts, and the cricket is hurt and cramped.
Pursing away emotions, what is the end of oneself!
There are many beauties in Yan and Zhao, and the beautiful ones are as beautiful as jade.
Wearing clothes in Luo Shangyi, we can sort out the music at home.
How sad is the sound! The string is urgent and the column is urgent.
The whole turban is full of affection, chatting and wandering in silence.
Thinking of two flying swallows, holding a mud nest in the king's house.
Drive up to the east gate·Thirteenth
Drive up to the east gate and look at Guo Bei's tomb in the distance.
The white poplars are fluttering, and the road is wide between pines and cypresses.
There are dead people below, and it will be a long twilight.
Lying under the Yellow Spring, it will last for thousands of years.
The yin and yang are shifting, and life is like morning dew.
Life is like sending it away suddenly, and there is no solid stone in life.
Long live and send you my best wishes, no sage can save you.
People who take it to seek gods are often mistaken for medicine.
It is better to drink fine wine and be convinced that you are a fool.
Those who have passed away have become sparse in the past. Fourteen
Those who have passed away have become sparse in the past, and those who have been born have become close to each other.
Going out of Guomen and looking directly, you can see hills and graves.
The ancient tombs were plowed for fields, and the pines and cypresses were destroyed for wages.
The white poplars are sad and the wind is sad, and Xiao Xiaochou kills people!
I want to return to my hometown, but there is no reason to want to return to the road.
If you are less than a hundred years old, you are fifteen years old.
If you are less than a hundred years old, you often worry about being a thousand years old.
The days are short and the nights are long, so why not travel by candlelight!
It’s time to enjoy yourself, how can you wait for it?
A fool cherishes his money, but only for the sake of future generations.
It’s hard to wait for the immortal prince Qiao.
The twilight clouds are blowing at the end of the year·Sixteenth
The twilight clouds are blowing at the end of the year, and the mole crickets are chirping sadly at night.
The cool breeze is blowing hard, and the wanderer is cold and has no clothes.
The brocade quilt was left in Luopu, but my fellow robes are against my will.
I spent long nights alone, dreaming of meeting Rong Hui.
A good man only enjoys the past, but it is in vain to benefit from the past.
May I smile often and return hand in hand in the same car.
It doesn’t take a moment to come, and it doesn’t happen again.
How can the light fly in the wind without the wings of the morning breeze?
Looking at each other with comfort, leading us to look at each other from afar.
I just lean on my heart and feel sad, and my eyes are wet with tears.
The cold weather is coming in Mengdong · No. 17
The cold weather is coming in Mengdong, and the north wind is so miserable.
The night is long when I know too much about it, and I look up to the stars in the audience.
The bright moon is full on the third and fifth days, and the toads and rabbits are missing on the fourth and fifth days.
A guest came from afar and left me a letter.
The upper part is about longing for lovesickness, the lower part is about long separation.
Put the book in your sleeve, and the word "three years old" will never die.
If you only care about a small area, you are afraid that you will not notice.
Guests come from afar·Eighteen
Guests come from afar and leave me a piece of silk.
We are more than ten thousand miles apart, but our hearts are still kind.
Wencai double mandarin duck, cut into albizia quilt.
The writing is about longing for lovesickness, and the relationship is about inextricable knots.
If you use glue to paint, who can leave this?
The bright moon is so bright, it shines on my bed.
Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.
When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?
The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
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