Ancient poetry is the general name of China's ancient poetry. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry.
Two Poems by Wennan Gezi/New Poems in Tang Dynasty
A foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old is not as good as the new. (Award: Meng)
Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else.
A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
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A long dark red dress was covered with light yellow for a long time. Since ancient times, old things are not as pleasing as new things.
You and I should be as steadfast as acacia walnuts, but I didn't expect someone else in your heart, which made me hate you after all.
Light a candle in the middle of the night, telling you deeply that the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, don't forget to come back.
Do you know that the small and exquisite dice are embedded with red beans that symbolize lovesickness?
Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon in Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. (what: when; Afraid of another work: only/afraid)
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. (Long-term work: bias)
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days. Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth.
The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.