Ancient poems about Christmas Eve

Poem 1 on Christmas Eve: Man Jianghong Tian Gu Kunwei [Song] Li Zengbo Tian Gu Kunwei, annoyed with purple gas, came to fight from the south. The whip is fixed, and it is hastily stuffed, chanting Wei and Liu. Look at the rain by the side of the sun less, and teach the hand of the world. Listening to my people and arguing that there is no recent years, there is a former dynasty. Christmas Eve, a long day. Drums are quiet, and songs are played. Remember the West Lake in May, the time of lotus flowers. I'll bring the wild goose gate crown and return to Linge. JUNSHOU is the place where Shu Mountain is released and ten thousand points are put into the jar. Poem 2 on Christmas Eve: Shuidiao Song Title Jiange [Song] Wan Li, cui yuzhi, was guarded by clouds, and the sword gate was closed immediately. The mountains are endless, and Chang 'an is straight to the north. People suffer for a hundred years, ghosts cry, and the heavens should be far away. Hand-written to stay in the chariot, intense heart Dan. For the blue light, scratch the white hair, and the sound is residual. When you are old, you will not be able to make meritorious deeds, but you will be idle. Meiling green shade Qing Zi, Pujian clear spring white stone, blame my old alliance cold. On Christmas Eve after the bonfire, I dreamed of my hometown. Poem 3 on Christmas Eve: Seeing the pavilion and walking in the mountains has Li Du Qi's ability. Although it rhymes mainly, it is not [Ming]. Gu Qingwu is not mixed with steaming in the forest. The poet has been called Du Ling since then. The public talent is self-centered, and it is retired from the Yuan Bai Tu. If you see me on a mountain trip, you will tremble when you walk through the snow. When you fade out of elegance, you can't be proud of your hands. Sanyang changed its age to everything, and it was harmonious with the clouds. The willows in Qinghe Shahe River are moving, and tourists have climbed near the mountain. Flying south for six horses wants to look back, but there is no Yinshan ice on the soles of their feet. The matter of Ganquan is far away, and Luoqiao's car materials are victorious. To get rid of loneliness and dependence, the mailbox often invades the night light. The snow in the morning is more prosperous, and there is no such thing as a pearl shell to promote friends. The smoke boat on the five lakes was not allowed, and the donkey on Baqiao was still worthy of riding. I have heard that the lamb and leek have been sacrificed in spring, and I am waiting to see the firewood rising in the sky. On Christmas Eve, there are endless fires, and it seems that there are more and more cars riding. Lantai is not old when it comes to Jane, but I can still play with Yang. Sweep away the demon and put an end to it, and take a thousand layers of green and white. At present, however, there are two things annoying, Zhongshan cunning rabbit and vine. Special topic of festival poems