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Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient Chinese poetry. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry.
"Two Poems of Nange Zi/Ci of Newly Added Sounds of Willow Branches" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
A foot of deep red is worse than Quchen, and old things are not as good as new. (Sheng Quchen, 1st work: Meng Quchen)
The Albizia Julibrissin Peach Core is finally hated, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai.
Lamps are lit at the bottom of the well, and candles are deep in the well. The wise man is always playing chess instead of playing chess.
The exquisite dice are decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
Translation
A long crimson dress has turned pale yellow over time. Since ancient times, old things have not been as flattering as new things.
You and I were supposed to be as steadfast as albizia walnuts, but I never imagined that you already had someone else in your heart, which made me hate you after all.
Lighting the candle in the middle of the night reminds you deeply that the journey is long and you should not forget the date of return.
The small and exquisite dice are embedded with red beans that symbolize lovesickness. Did you know that lovesickness is deep in your bones?
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk until the end of the day, and I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world? (What is like? One word: when; and one word: fear? One word: only / only fear)
Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the door, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. (Chang Xiang Yi Zuo: Bias)
Translation
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank happily until the next morning. I got very drunk and wrote this poem. I miss my brother Su Che.
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade. Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it doesn't feel like you are in the human world.
The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full only when people leave? People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon undergoes changes in waxing and waning. This kind of thing has been difficult to fully understand since ancient times. I just hope that all the loved ones in this world can be safe and healthy, and that they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.