The verses about traditional festivals are as follows:
On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, Cui Ye of the Tang Dynasty, don’t rush the jade leaking copper pot, the iron gate and the golden lock will be opened all night long. Who can sit around and watch the moon? Where can I hear the light but not see it?
Appreciation: The jade-leaked copper kettle keeps time. The phrase "jade-leaked copper kettle, please don't rush it" means that on beautiful occasions like the Lantern Festival, time should move slower
On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Hu opened thousands of doors and opened thousands of lanterns, and in the middle of the first lunar month, he moved to the imperial capital. Three hundred ladies danced with sleeves, and for a while the sound of lyrics was heard in the sky.
Appreciation: The author of this poem is Ouyang Xiu, some say it is Zhu Shuzhen, a talented woman from the Song Dynasty. In the last two sentences, the lanterns are beautiful, but the person is nowhere to be seen - using beautiful scenery to describe sadness was learned from the Book of Songs.
Yong Yu Le · The setting sun melts gold. Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people. The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment, and I know how much spring is coming. During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious and there is no wind or rain. Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Paved with emerald green crowns, twisted with golden snow willows, and clustered with ribbons to support Chu. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Appreciation: "The setting sun melts gold, and the dusk clouds merge together." "The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment." These four lines of landscape poems are very famous, which shows Yi An's talent.
The afterglow of the setting sun is like molten gold, and the evening clouds are like the surrounding moon, wonderful!