Archaic poetry is a poetry genre. Generally speaking, it is also called ancient style. Judging from the number of words in the poems, there are so-called four-character poems, five-character poems, and seven-character poems. Four words are one sentence with four characters, five words are one sentence with five words, and seven words are one sentence with seven words. After the Tang Dynasty, it was called modern poetry, so it was usually divided into two categories: five-character and seven-character poetry.
"Twenty Spring Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight"
Southern Dynasties Yuefu Folk Songs
The spring breeze stirs the spring heart, and the eyes flow into 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 brocade flowers.
Lovers play with the spring moon, dragging their graceful trains.
The charming appearance and charming scenery.
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 play the first tune, and the cuckoos sing 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 the 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 drinking wine, the cup is full, and 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.
Ana 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.