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Chinese poetry was born before the invention of writing, and it was gradually formed and developed through people's labor, song and dance.

the origin of poetry; Poetry is the oldest and most literary literary style, and it is a literary genre with a linguistic theme. Poetry is a general term for poetry and songs. At the beginning, poetry and song are indistinguishable, and they are combined with ** dance, collectively known as poetry.

Chinese poetry has a long history and rich heritage, such as the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, Han Yuefu and the works of countless poets.

Development: The development of poetry has gone through the Book of Songs

Chu Ci" Han Fu Han Yuefu Poetry Jian'an Poetry Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties Folk Songs, Tang Poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, Ming and Qing Poetry, The Development of Modern Poetry.

"Spring River Flower Moonlit Night".

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where is there no moon in the spring river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside?

When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight?

Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon?

Falling flowers are full of love and trees.

When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the glass and ask: People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon is with people?

Bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke is extinguished?

But seeing that the night came from the sea, would you rather know that Xiang Yunjian did?

The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, who is Chang'e's neighbor in solitude?

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together.

I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle.

"Harvest".

Blood stained red. Sweat soaked black.

The years are covered by a camphor leaf.

A mouth that bleeds along the withered heart.

Secretly unleashed an elegant gesture.

Flowers are in full bloom.

The brown autumn water is surging.

The black winter tide is under the autumn water.

Drop the next doubt.

is gray. A long sigh floated on the surface of hell.

There is only pain or sorrow.

You can't easily feel the fire.

Carefully wriggle the body of a bug.

Fearless of waving the left hand of a minion.

Accidentally a bird still fell.

Fly in the depths of purgatory.

It's quite big.

Stretch wings along the winter.

Obscuring half of the spring sky.

There are still many trees leaking out.

Some are tall and some are short. can all be neatly arranged.

Resisting from north to south.

A fierce wind blowing all the way.

Great bugs are booming.

The wise trash stinks.

The world began to shrink.

Desire expands further.

It has taken root in the hearts of the people.

Grow and believe it.

There will be a rich harvest in no time.

Topic: To the Mouse.

I like you guys.

A pair of clever eyes, pink ears.

I love to do bad things, but I still like you.

If I come to your kingdom, I must be you.

Wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath, brush your teeth.

And teach you.

Work on your own, don't do things secretly.

I'm going to give it to you again.

Refer a friend.

Its name is cat.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

It's not your long hair that they're afraid of, it's what you stand for, and that's freedom.

Development: The development of poetry has gone through the development of modern poetry in the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, Han Fu, Han Yuefu Poems, Jian'an Poems, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties Folk Songs, Tang Poems, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, Ming and Qing Dynasties Poems.