古体诗 Ancient Chinese Poetry
古体诗分五言，七言。句数多。奇数句不押韵，偶数句必须押韵，诗句中是否有对仗，一般不做要求。
个别古体诗， 尤其歌行体诗，个别诗句字数有增减，但奇偶句的安排是固定的，如李白的将进酒。
超过100字的古代诗词作品，其优势在于能充分发挥诗人细腻、修远的抒情性， 而成为文学史上重要的作品。如苏轼词念奴娇赤壁怀古， 李白将近酒， 杜甫秋兴八首，张若虚的春江花月夜等等，都受到人们的喜欢，也常常作为书法创作题材。
创作此类作品， 一，用纸要充分大； 二，思想上做好充分准备； 三，要敞开胸怀，恣意书写。
Ancient Chinese poetry is divided into five-character and seven-character verses and typically features multiple lines.
Odd-numbered lines do not have to rhyme, while even-numbered lines must rhyme. While parallelism in poetry is not generally required, some ancient Chinese poems, particularly those in the form of songs or longer poetic forms, may have variations in the number of characters per line, but the arrangement of even and odd lines remain fixed, as seen in Li Bai's "Drinking Alone by Moonlight".
Further below are some examples calligraphed by Su Demao.
Do take note that in Chinese Calligraphy, words are read from right to left.
君不见，黄河之水天上来，
奔流到海不复回。
君不见，高堂明镜悲白发，
朝如青丝暮成雪！
人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月。
天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。
烹羊宰牛且为乐，会须一饮三百杯。
岑夫子，丹丘生，将进酒，杯莫停。
与君歌一曲，请君为我倾耳听。
钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不复醒。
古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名。
陈王昔时宴平乐，斗酒十千恣欢谑。
主人何为言少钱，径须沽取对君酌。
五花马、千金裘，
呼儿将出换美酒，与尔同销万古愁！
李白 将进酒
Don't you see the waters of the Yellow River, from the sky they come, Rushing towards the sea, never to return.
Don't you see the aged parents, gazing at their white hair in the mirror, Their once youthful locks now turned snowy white
When life is at its best, one should revel in joy and happiness, Don't let an empty cup spoil the beauty of the moon.
Heaven has given me talents, which will be utilized,
Even if my vast riches are all spent, they will return once again.
Let us cook sheep and slaughter cattle and make merry, Drinking three hundred cups of wine at one gathering!
Cen Fuzi and Dan Qiusheng, Drink up! Don't stop drinking!
I will sing a song for you, Please listen attentively:
Feasting with chiming bells and drum is not great enough, I only hope to remain drunk and never wake up.
Through the ages, sages and saints have lived in loneliness,
Only drinkers can pass on their good names
Once in banquets Chen Wang (Cao Zhi) held at Leping, ten thousand cups of wine, merrily setting themselves freely, making jokes and having fun to the fullest,
Host, no need to talk about the lack of money, just buy and let us drink.
A horse that travels a thousand miles, a fox fur coat worth a thousand pieces of gold, Quickly have the servant exchange them for fine wine,
Let us together dispel the sorrows of eternity!
Li Bai, "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
春江潮水连海平，海上明月共潮生。
滟滟随波千万里，何处春江无月明。
江流宛转绕芳甸，月照花林皆似霰。
空里流霜不觉飞，汀上白沙看不见。
江天一色无纤尘，皎皎空中孤月轮。
江畔何人初见月？江月何年初照人？
人生代代无穷已，江月年年望相似。
不知江月待何人，但见长江送流水。
白云一片去悠悠，青枫浦上不胜愁。
谁家今夜扁舟子？何处相思明月楼？
可怜楼上月徘回，应照离人妆镜台。
玉户帘中卷不去，捣衣砧上拂还来。
此时相望不相闻，愿逐月华流照君。
鸿雁长飞光不度，鱼龙潜跃水成文。
昨夜闲潭梦落花，可怜春半不还家。
江水流春去欲尽，江潭落月复西斜。
斜月沉沉藏海雾，碣石潇湘无限路。
不知乘月几人归，落月摇情满江树。
张若虚春江花月夜
The spring tide in the river connects with the sea. A bright moon rises from the sea as if surging out with the tide.
Moonlight shines on the spring river, which ripples for thousands of miles with the waves. Every part of the spring river is bathed in bright moonlight.
The winding river flows through fields of blooming flowers, and the moonlight illuminates the flower-lined forests like sparkling frost flakes.
The frost is imperceptible due to the moonlight, and the white sand on the island merges with the moonlight, making it indistinguishable.
The river water and the sky become the same color, without a speck of dust, and only a solitary moon hangs in the bright sky.
Who was the first to see the moon on the riverbank, and which year did the moon first shine on the people on the river?
Generations of people come and go endlessly, but the moon on the river remains similar year after year.
No one knows who the moon on the river is waiting for, but the Yangtze River continues to transport flowing water away.
The wandering traveler slowly departs like a white cloud, leaving only a sorrowful wife standing on the farewell green maple shore.
Whose traveler is sitting in a small boat drifting tonight, and where is someone longing on the moonlit building?
The pitiful moonlight constantly moving on the building shines on the dressing table of the distant lover.
Moonlight shines through the door curtain of the sorrowful wife, and will not be brushed away from her laundry board.
At this moment, we can only look at the moon together, unable to communicate. I hope to follow the moonlight and shine on you.
The wild geese fly incessantly but cannot fly out of the boundless moonlight. Fish and dragons leap and dive in the water, creating waves.
Last night I dreamed of flowers falling in a tranquil pool, but unfortunately, spring is already half over, and I still cannot go home.
The river flows, and spring coming to the end. The falling moon tilts to the west of the river once again.
The slanting moon slowly sinks into the sea fog, and the distance between the separated lovers of Jieshi and Xiaoxiang is infinitely far.
I wonder how many people can return home under the moonlight. Only the setting moonlight sways, sprinkling the tree-lined forests on the riverbank with the sorrow of parting.
Zhang Ruoxu, "Spring River Flower Moon Night"
玉露凋伤枫树林，巫山巫峡气萧森。
江间波浪兼天涌，塞上风云接地阴。
丛菊两开他日泪，孤舟一系故园心。
寒衣处处催刀尺，白帝城高急暮砧。
夔府孤城落日斜，每依北斗望京华。
听猿实下三声泪，奉使虚随八月槎。
画省香炉违伏枕，山楼粉堞隐悲笳。
请看石上藤萝月，已映洲前芦荻花。
千家山郭静朝晖，日日江楼坐翠微。
信宿渔人还泛泛，清秋燕子故飞飞。
匡衡抗疏功名薄，刘向传经心事违。
同学少年多不贱，五陵衣马自轻肥。
闻道长安似弈棋，百年世事不胜悲。
王侯第宅皆新主，文武衣冠异昔时。
直北关山金鼓振，征西车马羽书驰。
鱼龙寂寞秋江冷，故国平居有所思。
蓬莱宫阙对南山，承露金茎霄汉间。
西望瑶池降王母，东来紫气满函关。
云移雉尾开宫扇，日绕龙鳞识圣颜。
一卧沧江惊岁晚，几回青琐点朝班。
瞿塘峡口曲江头，万里风烟接素秋。
花萼夹城通御气，芙蓉小苑入边愁。
珠帘绣柱围黄鹄，锦缆牙樯起白鸥。
回首可怜歌舞地，秦中自古帝王州。
昆明池水汉时功，武帝旌旗在眼中。
织女机丝虚夜月，石鲸鳞甲动秋风。
波漂菰米沉云黑，露冷莲房坠粉红。
关塞极天惟鸟道，江湖满地一渔翁。
昆吾御宿自逶迤，紫阁峰阴入渼陂。
香稻啄馀鹦鹉粒，碧梧栖老凤凰枝。
佳人拾翠春相问，仙侣同舟晚更移。
彩笔昔曾干气象，白头吟望苦低垂。
杜甫秋兴八首
The maple tree gradually withers and is eroded by the dew in late autumn, while the Wushan and Wuxia areas are shrouded in bleak and eerie mist.
The waves in the Wuxia are raging, and the dark clouds overhead seem to be pressing down to the ground, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.
The chrysanthemum flowers have bloomed and fallen for two years, and thinking of the hardships these years, with my only boat to drift along, I yearn for my hometown. T
People are busy making warm clothes for the winter, and comes the fast pounding of clothes on washing board from within White Emperor's City wall.
The sun sets again over the tall city of Kuizhou. Whenever the Big Dipper appears at night, I try to locate the direction of Chang'an.
Hearing the cries of the monkeys in the Wuxia, tears flow . I hope to return to my hometown on a floating raft, but this wish remains unfulfilled.
I still remember when I worked night shifts at the Zhongshu Province, staying up late to write edicts for the Ming Dynasty and lighting incense on the desk. But now I no longer work there. So sad when I hear the mournful horn blowing from the city walls in the evening.
Look, the rocks are covered with vines. When the moon has just risen, the moonlight shines on the vines, but now it has shifted to the reeds in front of the riverbank. I stay up all night, longing for Chang'an.
The thousands of households and the mountain fortress are quiet in the morning light, And every day I sit in the tower by the the river and looking at the greenery mountain
The fishermen who have stayed overnight are still drifting aimlessly, And the swallows in the clear autumn sky are still flying.
Kuang Heng, brave official, criticized policies but ignored and pushed aside; Liu Xiang, scholar who endeavor to teach and share, yet failed in his pursuit.
Fellow students of my youth, most well off and merry, Now with splendid clothes and plump horses,
Heard of working at Chang'an, is like playing a game of chess, ups and downs, setbacks and miseries are all tears.
Noble houses, now in new hands, Civil and military officials, different from old times.
The North Pass shakes with the sound of the golden drums, and the chariots and horses of the Western Expedition fly with the feathered letters.
Fish and dragons hid in the autumn river. i have thought of the homeland.
Penglai Palace, facing the southern mountain peak, and the dewy golden stalks connect the heavens and the earth.
Looking to the west, where the Queen Mother descends, And to the east, where purple aura at Hanguan ascends.
The clouds move, and the pheasant tail opens the palace fan. The sun revolves, and the dragon scales reveal the face of the holy one.
Idled for years along Cangjiang River and startled by years past. A few times, I attended court, ready to be called.
From the mouth of Qutang Gorge to the head of Qujiang River, the beacon smoke stretches for thousands of miles in the clear autumn weather.
In the past, one could pass through Jiacheng from the Hua'e Tower and travel in the imperial carriage, but now Furong Garden is shrouded in hidden worries.
Pearl curtains and embroidered pillars surround the yellow storks, while the brocade ropes and white masts startle the white seagulls.
Thinking back to the most beloved place of song and dance, Qinzhong is after all the province of emperors since ancient times.
The excavation of the Kunming Lake was the achievement of the people of the Han dynasty, and the flags of Emperor Wu of Han seem to be in sight.
Under the moonlight, one can see the threads of the weaver girl, and in the autumn wind, scales of the stone whale glow and shimmer.
Flower petals and rice gathered in the black clouds, and when it turns cold, the lotus chamber is exposed with pink flowers dropped.
The passes and fortresses are the only paths for the birds to traverse, and here is a lone fisherman drifting along.
The fragrant rice grains are pecked at by the parrots, And the phoenixes rest on the blue wu tree.
A beautiful woman picks the beautiful feather to offer her loving in the spring, and the couple row the boat together. lingering in the late evening.
My powerful brush once worked on grand scenes, and my white hair now sings with sorrowful droop.
Du Fu, "Eight Songs of Autumnal Reflections"
