1. Poems and composition materials about festivals
Poems and composition materials about festivals 1. Ancient poems about festivals
About the Spring Festival:
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The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always bring new Peach for old talisman.
About the Lantern Festival:
Lantern Festival
Tang Yin
If there are lanterns and no moon, it will not entertain people. If there is a moon and no lanterns, it will not be spring. .
When spring arrives in the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp is burning, the moon is like people.
The streets are full of pearls and greenery, the village girls are dancing, and the gods are dancing and singing.
How can we spend this good time without showing off our beauty and smiling?
About the Qingming Festival:
Qingming
Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
About the Dragon Boat Festival:
Dragon Boat Festival
Wenxiu
Who said the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? It is rumored to be Qu Yuan throughout the ages;
It is laughable that the Chu River is empty and indistinct, but it cannot wash away the injustice of the direct ministers.
About the Mid-Autumn Festival:
Mid-Autumn Moon
Su Shi
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
About the Double Ninth Festival:
Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Wang Wei
Being a stranger in a foreign land, every day During the festive season, I miss my family even more.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees.
2. Ancient poems describing festivals
Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival
"The Moon on the 15th of August" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The full moon flies into the mirror, Return to the heart and fold the big knife.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the laurel tree and look up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
"Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Seeing the moon in the dust makes me feel at ease, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland.
The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.
Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky is thousands of miles apart.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar.
The clouds are about to move under the stars, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.
Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
Poems about the Dragon Boat Festival
and the Dragon Boat Festival
Zhang Lei
Racing to overcome the deep sorrow of thousands of years of injustice,
Once the loyal soul is gone, it can be returned.
What will happen now if the country is destroyed and the body is destroyed?
Only Li Sao is left in the world.
It’s the Dragon Boat Festival
Bei Qiong
The wind and rain bring about the dusk and darkness,
Miluo has nowhere to hang the heroes.
The pomegranate flowers and their hair smile at each other,
Even without wine, one is clear and awake alone.
Watching the ferry race at noon
Bian Gong
*** A group of dragons were seen on the upper reaches of the water,
I didn’t know it was a Mulan boat.
The cloud flags are hunting over the Qing and Han Dynasties,
The thunder and drums are noisy in the Yin Biliu.
The ghost of Qu Zi’s injustice is still there,
The legacy of Chu country remains to this day.
Jiang Ting can attend high gatherings in his spare time,
He is drunk and satirical, and can't solve his sorrow.
Poems about the Double Ninth Festival
Recalling Shandong Brothers on September 9th
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
Being a stranger in a foreign land alone , I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green micro.
It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.
But I will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.
This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?
It will happen on September 10th
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
After climbing up yesterday, I will raise my glass again today.
Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter? It suffers from these two double suns.
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I am already strong in my youth, but I still worry about the peasants when I have no salary.
The father plows the fields, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe;
The Tian family has a good climate, and the mother-in-law said it will be a good year.
"Selling Dementia Ci"
(Tang Dynasty) Fan Chengda
People don't sleep in the late hours of New Year's Eve, and they are tired of being dull and waiting for the new year;
The child calls out to walk down the long street, and the cloud is full of dementia and calls for people to sell.
"New Year's Eve"
(Tang Dynasty) Laihu
The matter of concern has become empty, and I miss you for thousands of miles in one night.
I am so sad that after the rooster sounds at dawn, I will be haggard and see the spring breeze again.
Ancient poems about the Lantern Festival
"Yuanxiao Festival in Kyoto"
(Yuan Dynasty) Yuan Haowen
Dressed in robes and makeup , children were noisy with lights on Sixth Street.
I am also wearing a long gown, which is also mentioned in the laughter of tourists.
She Gui Ling Yuanxiao
(Yuan) loses its name
I love the scenery of the Lantern Festival, with the moonlight and brilliant lights.
The moon is full of ice, the lamps are burning on the land and the sea, and people are stepping on the spring sun.
Three good things can only be rewarded, but four ruthless things can only be hated and difficult to survive.
What I'm afraid of is the dim light, the silence and desolation, the south tower in the corner, and the west wing under the moon.
"The New Year's Eve in Bianjing"
(Ming Dynasty) Li Mengyang
The Zhongshan boy relies on his new makeup, and Zheng's daughter Yanji is good at playing alone.
Singing together at King Xian’s Chun Yue Mansion, the moon outside the Golden Liang Bridge is like frost.
3. Famous ancient poems and articles about the Mid-Autumn Festival
"Mid-Autumn Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's spirit rose in the sky, and the fairy sound in the clouds was silent; Accompanying the clouds are thousands of miles bright; the cunning rabbit falls from the sky in the sky, and the monsters stop appearing in front of you; the souls make an appointment to join hands, and wait until the Milky Way is completely clear.
"Walking with the Moon on the Night of August 15th" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi The moon will wash over the world tonight. The summer heat has retreated and the skies are clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.
The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them beautiful. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Song Dynasty) Su Dongpo Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until dawn. I am writing this article because I am drunk and pregnant with my son.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the high places! Dancing clear shadow, like in the world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say 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.
Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The dusk clouds are gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man turns the jade plate silently, this night will not be good in this life, where can I see the bright moon next year. "Taichang Yin" (Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.
Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair! Take a good ride in the wind, the sky is thousands of miles long, and you can look straight down at the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Posuo.
Humanity is more clear light.
4. Materials for essays on holiday topics
It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
Tonight, the moonlight is like silver. I sit alone under the morning glory flower stand on the balcony, with a cup of clear tea and a small book of poems. The clear light is like water, flowing quietly on my clothes... I can't help but think of my hometown.
The Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown is lively and comfortable. Every family has to measure a basketful of new glutinous rice to make "mochi".
The glutinous rice was steamed and poured into the bamboo basket. The head of the house had taken a break from farm work early, washed his muddy feet by the river pond, and came over with the glutinous rice basket. The glutinous rice dumplings are usually pounded in the drying field.
During the day, incandescent lamps were put up under the eaves, cucumber racks, clothes-drying poles, wherever they could be put up. The stone mortar where he slept in the corner was moved out, and the fragrant glutinous rice balls were pounded with wooden wedges, making them smooth and tender.
The people making wedges were all strong men, and there were also old men with lean bodies and rosy faces like shrimps. The woman squatting beside her, pushing her hands into the stone mortar.
The sleeves on the woman's arms were rolled up. They were not white. They had been busy in the sun all summer and were shiny black. The shiny hands were tumbling over the white glutinous rice balls, as smooth as loaches.
The man's back was bare, sweating like water, making it smooth and shiny. They stood sideways in a horse stance, holding up wedges with both hands, stretching their front legs and knees, and tapping their feet to the rhythm, almost dancing gracefully.
The beautiful "humming" sound attracts many spectators. The spectators were in groups, sitting, squatting, and leaning against the surrounding low walls.
The women were doing housework and comparing whose clothes were made of fresher materials; the men were talking about crops and comparing whose rice harvest was better; the children did not miss this good opportunity and chased and played boldly. Once one family has finished pounding, the next family is waiting for them.
People praise men for their good bones, praise women for the fragrant cooking of glutinous rice, praise the cucumber branches of this family for climbing high, and praise the late rice seedlings in that family’s field for falling early and becoming green... My farm I was boarding at a middle school not far away.
The middle school is located on the top of a flat mountain beside Fenglin River. It was originally a nunnery, and people used to call it "Nannan nunnery".
Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I always look forward to finishing my self-study classes in the evening, taking advantage of the bright moonlight to run along the mountain road. Or take a shortcut and follow the stone path along the waterside, listening to the thrilling roar of the waterfall and the tinkling of the creek, crossing the fields, coming under the joyful lights, and taking a bite of the freshest glutinous "mochi".
Even more interesting is fishing. That's child's play.
We were all fourteen or fifteen years old at that time. The moonlight is as white as sand.
The fog has not come up yet. Frogs croaked and sang in the rice fields and ponds.
We put the fishing nets on our backs, picked up the bamboo baskets, and set off. Below the field is the sandy land beside Fenglin Creek, with bamboo rafts lying sideways.
We selected a wide and big one and pushed it down the stream together. The cousin held the pole, and the cousin was responsible for casting the net.
I am a novice, so I just sat back and watched. The pennant moved, and the moon in the water broke and shattered, like a pool of jade fragments immersed in the clear waves.
On both sides are dark and gloomy fields, quiet villages, and stagnant stretches of towering mountain peaks. The breeze blows gently and gently touches my face.
We set up nets across streams. Then, I took refuge in a place with slow water and lay on the raft listening to my sister singing.
My sister was keen on acting when she was young. She recruited a few playmates of similar age and set up a stage in front of her house. Many people came to watch! I still remember the song she sang, "Good mountains, good water, good scenery." The sweet and clear voice cuts through the silence of the water and the tranquility under the moon, blowing on our hearts like a breeze.
Then, the brother started to play tricks. The bright moon reflected the waves, the mist was misty, and it seemed like an inhuman place.
My brother’s “ghost” appears. Many people drowned in a beach, and ghosts appeared one after another! Specialized in catching children! ——This beach is right here! My cousin was so frightened that he cried first, and we yelled in horror and left quickly.
My brother suddenly got carried away, laughed "hahahahaha", held his belly and leaned forward and gnawed. It was late at night, so we closed the net and went back.
The net was pulled up, heavy. Fish, big and small, were packed into the fish basket one after another like treasures, always no less than half of the basket.
So, in the next two days, there were several bowls of bright colors on the dining table. Auntie used chili and garlic to braise it without soy sauce. Instead, she put June sauce that was dried in the bowl. It was very fragrant and sweet.
When we four teenagers saw this "fruit of labor", we were all like cats. We were solved in just two meals. My brother even ate the fish without spitting out the bones. After finishing college, I began to teach students. Every time I thought of "Red Cliff Ode", "The moon rises above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights."
The white dew stretches across the river, and the light of the water reaches the sky. Even a reed is as high as the sky. I was at a loss.
The vastness is like riding on the wind without knowing where it is going; fluttering like being left alone in the world, emerging into immortality." I remembered those years. It has been fifteen years since I left my hometown, and I have never had the pleasure of enjoying mountains, rivers, and moonlight like that.
Looking at the students who grew up in the city in front of me, although I tried my best to describe the ethereal and magical place where things and I can see each other, I always feel that it is in vain. So I am even more grateful that I have such a wonderful young man.
I have a collection of my teacher’s poems at hand, one of which records the scene of fishing at Nannan Temple on a moonlit night in 1982: Yu Gezi* Guanyin Fishing, the bright moon is shining on the beach, and two people are fishing in a hurry. . The egrets rush into the stream, the fish in the basket are in panic, and the fishermen return asking about the wine, cooking and cooking.
There is a detailed annotation at the end of the word. When Yun built a stone cofferdam to catch fish in the hole, he put his hands together in the shape of Guanyin, so it was called "Guanyin Fishing". The teacher who wrote the lyrics was a famous doctor in his hometown, and it was recorded in detail in the county annals.
I transferred back to my hometown halfway through school and was fortunate enough to be his close disciple. I remember once I wrote a composition about fishing. He called me over, smiled softly, and asked me if it was true? I answered with a loud voice: "It's true."
He smiled even brighter. He said that on a moonlit night, there were not many fish, and they would not jump out of the water on their own.
Later I learned that he not only fished, farmed, and picked tea, but he also designed houses, built models, built houses, treated diseases, wrote poems, lyrics, compositions, paintings, and paper-cuttings. Everything is perfect. Even after retirement, in order to solve the spring flood and summer drought, he also planned and built water conservancy projects for the village.
Isn’t it a blessing to be taught by such a teacher? In particular, his moral character is as breathtaking as the clear light of the full moon. Now, twenty years have passed.
The Fenglin stream is no longer vast. Several power stations have been erected upstream. The water has become shallower, the flow has slowed down, and the river has become thinner. My brothers and sisters and I have already dragged out our children.
It has been almost fifteen years since my cousin died young. The teacher was also involved in a car accident and his head was damaged. Fortunately.
5. Good poems about festivals
Spring Festival 1. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty wrote "Feeding the New Year": The achievements of agriculture have been harvested, and the events of the year have to be coordinated.
For the sake of pleasure, you are afraid of having nothing, and you don’t care about fake things. Mountains and rivers follow their production, and the rich and the poor are called small and big.
A giant carp is placed on the plate, and two rabbits are lying in a cage. Rich people are extravagant in their affairs, and their colorful embroideries turn the tables.
The poor are ashamed of their incompetence, and the humble are grinding and milling.
There are few old friends in the official residence, and festivals are celebrated in the lanes.
I also want to promote the rural style and sing alone without anyone to sing along. 2. Du Fu's "Du Wei's House Stays New Year's Eve": "When I stay up late at Ajong's house, I sing the flowers on the pepper tray.
The hairpins noisy horses, the torches scatter the crows in the forest. The forties of the Ming Dynasty have passed, and the dusk scene is soaring.
Who can be more restrained? "Drunkenness is life!" 3. Su Shi's "Shou Sui": To know that dying is like going to the snake. Half of the scales are gone, no one can cover them.
If you want to tie it to the end, you know what you can do despite your diligence. The children were forced not to sleep, but stayed together all night and had a good time.
Don’t sing the morning rooster, even more drums are afraid of Tim Lao. After sitting for a long time, the lights dimmed and I watched the Beidou tilt.
There will be no time next year, and I am afraid that my worries will be wasted. If you work hard today, you can still be proud of the young man.
4. "Shou Sui" by Shi Qing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: Tonight is over, and next year will be over tomorrow. The cold goes away overnight, and spring comes at the fifth watch.
His complexion changed in the air, but Yunyan urged him secretly. Unconsciously, the scenery has already entered the back garden. < /p>
The curtain opens and the wind enters the account; the candles burn out and turn to ashes. Do not doubt that the hairpins on the temples are heavy, waiting for the dawn light. "
6. Kong Shangren's "Jiawu New Year's Day": "Xiao Shu's white hair. It's not enough to stay up late, but I can't sleep around the fire. I cut the candles to drink up the late night wine, and I spread my pockets to buy spring money.
Listening to the burning of firecrackers, I feel like I'm playing with the plum blossoms in the drum horns. , celebrate the New Year with joy at five o'clock."
7. Su Zhe's poem "Zhiri" said: "I drink Tusu at the end of the year, and I am more than seventy years old." 8. "Early Spring Poetry" by Lai Hu in the Tang Dynasty: "Half of the paper has just been opened in the new calendar, and the small court is still gathering ashes of firecrackers.
I hate the willows and it is difficult to control them, and they provoke the east wind." 9. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri": "Firecrackers The sound of a new year comes, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old talismans. "It is a custom to give new year gifts.
2. Stay up late. 3. Drink Tusu wine.
4 New Year’s money. 5 Happy New Year.
6Set off firecrackers. 7 Sacrifice.
Lantern Festival 1. Lu Zhaolin's "Fifteen Nights Watching Lanterns": "There is a fragrant banquet in Jinli, and the orchids are bright and red in the early years. The colors are scattered far away, and the lights are far away in the sky.
Jie Han The suspicious stars are falling, leaning against the building like the moon. There is a smile in front of the nine branches."
2. "Light Market Tour" by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty: "Wutai is a prosperous place in the past and present, and I prefer the Lantern Festival. Playing with lanterns and shadows; the weather is fine before and after spring, and the lanterns are already being laid out on the streets. Thousands of silk jade are stacked like ghost work, and thousands of eyes are cut. Manpower is poor; two new products are competing for the first to come out, and they don’t wait for the east wind.
The son is tired of planting wheat and hoeing, and takes a leisurely look at the city; the wine cellars are singing and singing, and the nights are as long as the first half of the first month. When I was young, I realized that the lights in the city were good."
3. Li Tiaoyuan of the Qing Dynasty wrote "Lantern Festival": "On the Lantern Festival, people rush to see the lotus-picking boats, and the BMWs and incense carts pick up and drop gold coins. , The lonely lamp still calls for selling Tang Yuan."
4. "The Green Jade Case. Yuanxi" by Xin Qiji: Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night. It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.
BMW’s car-carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
5. Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky? I Have a Dream on Yuanxi": Fertile water flows eastward endlessly, and I missed the original love. In the dream, I saw nothing like a painting, and in the secret I was suddenly startled by the cry of a mountain bird.
Spring is not green yet, hair is beginning to grow on your temples. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time.
Who taught the red lotus night every year? The two places meditate and know each other. 6. "Niannujiao" written by Qin Guan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty: "Every house is lined with lanterns, and the lanterns are coming and going, and they are noisy with the flutes and drums. There is no rest until the end of the day."
Customs: 1. Watching lanterns. 2. Food customs: In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was rice porridge or bean porridge topped with gravy; in the Tang Dynasty, during the Shangyuan Festival, "we made noodles and ate burnt glutinous rice balls"; today we cook glutinous rice balls.
3 Worshiping Zigu God on the Dragon Boat Festival 1. Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand. Dragon Boat Festival": "Light sweat slightly penetrates the blue sky. In the Ming Dynasty, the Dragon Boat Festival bathed in fragrant orchids. The flowing fragrance filled the Qingchuan, and the colorful threads were lightly entangled. The red jade arm.
The small talisman hangs slantingly on the green cloud servant girl, and the beautiful woman has met for a thousand years." 2. Dai Fuxu, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, once wrote "Yangzhou Dragon Boat Festival Presents to Master Zhao": "The pomegranate flower horn millet fights for the new year. At this time, who doesn’t have a wine bottle today?
It’s easy to laugh at the rivers and lakes, but follow the mugwort to the rich gate. "3. Ouyang Xiu's "The Proud of the Fisherman": "In May, the pomegranate flowers are beautiful, and the green poplars bring rain. Hanging and heavy, five-color new silk is wrapped around the corner of the rice dumpling, and it is sent on a gold plate.
The raw silk fan is decorated with two phoenixes. It is the season of bathing orchids, and the leaves of calamus and wine are beautiful and noble. There are still pine trees, waiting to break the screen window dream."
4. Liu Yuxi's "Racing Song": The Yuanjiang River flows flat in May, and the people of the city are floating on colorful boats. The song of "What Year in Lingjun" has been completed, and the mournful ballads have been revitalized since then.
Yang Zhen struck the thunder and Khotan, and the sound of turbulent currents was loud. The dragon catches the rain, its mane stirs, and the squid drinks from the river.
When the governor comes, he wears a green curtain, lifts the pole, and orders the princes to be divided into male and female. First, Yu Yong strives to encourage him, but before he reaches the title, his color becomes dull.
Yum has its own early stage, and there is no fixed place for its success. Customs are so heavy at this time, looking across the Yunwei River and the Mekong River.
The colorful flags on the bank illuminate the Jiao room, and the rippling waves of the stockings are playing in the water. At the end of the song, people dispersed and melancholy at dusk, the water in front of Zhaoqu Pavilion poured into the east.
5. The poem "Dragon Boat Festival" written by Hu Zhongcan, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty: "Thousands of years of water has been flowing, and today people come to pay tribute to Miluo.
There is no place to buy the painted boats on the river, and I read Li Sao behind closed doors in the wind and rain." Customs: 1. purification.
2. Qu Shui Shang. 3. "Qushui Fusu Egg" and "Qushui Fujiao".
4. Outing. Mid-Autumn Festival 1. Xu Ning's "August 15th Night" says: "The bright autumn moon is full in August, and Chang'e is upright and the cinnamon branches are fresh.
Nothing in the year is like this night, and I can't sleep in front of the twelve peaks." 2. Wang Anshi's "Moon Appreciation on Mid-Autumn Festival": "The sea air looks like washing, but the autumn sun looks dim.
The light is doubtful but never night, and the pure desire has no universe." 3. Mi Fu once wrote "Climbing the Tower to Look at the Moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival" ": "The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the pearls.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the cassia branches will damage the westward wheel." 4. Bai Juyi "The Night of August 15th The poem "Looking at the Moon in Huan Pavilion" goes: "On the 15th night of August last year, by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.
On the 15th night of August this year, in front of the Shatou Water Pavilion in Penpu. Where is Wangxiang in the northwest? See you in the southeast How many times has the moon become full?
Yesterday the wind blew and no one could see it. Tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. "5. Su Shi's "Moon on the Xijiang River? Huangzhou Mid-Autumn Festival": "The world is a big dream, and life is new again. It's cool.
The wind blows at night and the leaves are blowing on my brows. I am often worried about the lack of guests.
Who is alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival? "Light, looking northward sadly." 6. Xin Qiji's "Taichang Yin. Jiankang Mid-Autumn Night Ode to Lu Shuqian": "A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.
Ask for wine. E: What can I do if I am deceived by the gray hair? It’s a good time to ride on the wind and look down at the mountains and rivers. When I cut off the Gui Po Suo, I will see more humanity and clear light.”
7. Famous Sanqu compositions of the Yuan Dynasty.
6. Poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival and good paragraphs to celebrate the National Day
Selected poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival: Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
The Moon on the Night of August 15th Du Fu The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night by Wang Jian The white trees in the courtyard are roosting with crows, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts! Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai Wang Changling When I was lying high in Nanzhai, I was vomiting at the beginning of the month.
The clear water and trees are reflected in the window. The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present.
The beauty is sitting by the Qingjiang River, and the night is getting more and more painful. How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
The Mid-Autumn Moon has come together, the sky is blue and cloudless, the dew is wet, and the stars are shining brightly. Donglin is not hindered by the rising trend, and the world is looking at the road ahead.
Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch. Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the remaining wine of the fifth period.
Guan Shan Yue Li Bai The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
Night Thoughts by Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Moonlight Night Liu Fangping The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Chang'e Li Shangyin The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night by Du Fu The sound of garrison drums breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. Frost Moon Li Shangyin I first heard that there are no cicadas among the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e is cold-tolerant, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. She is pregnant under the moon in the autumn night. Meng Haoran The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night. How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.
Mid-Autumn Festival awaits the moon, Lu Guimeng, the lack of frost turns to late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck. The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless love. The candles and candles are dimly scented and I sit there without hesitation.
I love hearing Sheng tunes in the north, and gradually lose sight of the stars in the South. Who is the school's cooling power, who wants to reduce the first round and the noon hour.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival Yuan Haowen The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn. Children reminisce about each other, but they know how difficult it is to travel.
The dew air enters the hut, and the sound of the stream makes the rocky beach noisy. The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn.
Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th Liu Yuxi When I see the moon in the dust, my heart feels free, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland. The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains. Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky and the earth are thousands of miles apart.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar. The clouds (carriage left and right) were about to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently. It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
Mid-Autumn Moon Yan Shu Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th by Bai Juyi On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was by the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, the osmanthus peel rests on the day of rest. A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and it is found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Zizi by Su Shi The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long. Before the cup is finished, the silver tower surges, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River. Then he looked at the people in the world coldly, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon. Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night. I follow the waves carelessly through twists and turns, and go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves* (wind left and right occupy) will the wind return and become strong again. The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass is heard when the throat is cold* (insects above and below). There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon. The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly I dreamed of a guest from Yaotai.
Climbing the tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival Mi Fu's eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights are nurturing the clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep at night, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon come, ask the blue 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, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Xijiang Moon Su Shi is in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk.
I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. It's already known.
The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that if a stream of wind and moon blows, don’t teach me to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Back to Dong Tiju for the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet by Wen Tianxiang. The festival is illuminated by the river, and the clear ice of the boat carrying paintings is lifted. When the moon is over, the glass is raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.
The city is full of wind and rain, so lucky that the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when I visited Red Cliff. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.
The river is full of red. Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Xin Qiji Go up to the west building quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.
Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e.
7. What are the ancient poems about festivals
About traditional Chinese festivals
★ "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty "Qingming"
★ "I know from afar that when brothers climb to the heights, there is one less person planting dogwood trees." Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty, "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
★ "One year old is eliminated by the sound of firecrackers" , the spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su. "Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"
★ "The cakes are like chewing the moon, with crispness and joy in them." Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty
★ "The ice on the river is sold out." Green, three, three, five, five outings. "Song Dynasty Su Che (Outing)
★Spring Festival Poems:
Meng Haoran on Tian Jiayuan Day (Tang Dynasty)
Last night. Fighting back to the north, now I am starting from the east; I am already strong, but I have no income and still worry about the farmers.
The father plows the fields, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe; the Tian family controls the climate, and the mother-in-law says it will be a good year.
★Wang Anshi in Yuan Dynasty (Song Dynasty)
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu;
Thousands of households are as bright as day, always Replace the new peach with the old charm.
★Dragon Boat Festival:
Race Song (Excerpt) (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Jianfeng
The sky was bright and clear on May 5th, and poplars circled the river and sang like dawn eagles. ; Before the envoys left the county house, the chorus of harmony was heard on the river;
The envoys were all right when they left, and the horses were already led by red flags; the robes on both sides of the bank were fragrant, and the silver hairpins shone like frost on the sun. Blade;
The red flag flew out with three beats of drums, two dragons jumped out of the floating water; Thousands of swords flew across the waves, and the drums split the waves and thundered with thousands of thunders;
The drums became more and more urgent. The target is approaching, and the two dragons are looking at the target as if in an instant; the people on the slope are screaming like thunder, and the poles are hung with rainbow lights;
The boat in front grabs water and has won the target, but the boat behind has lost its momentum and waved empty
8. Ancient poems about festivals
Ancient poems about Qingming
"Qingming"
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
Qingming Festival It rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road are dying.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Cold Food on the Way"
(Tang) Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile.
In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Cold Food"
(Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willow trees from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
"The Lumen Jishi"
(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The farmer recruited the boat to love the building, and the spring grass was green;
< p> Try to go up to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county. There is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival."Qingming"
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di"
(Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb"
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How fine is Jing Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walk freely in the green grass and green fields, spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings;
< p> The red flowers are flowing through the willow alleys, because the flowing water is sitting on the moss;Mo Cichang wine is very encouraging, but I am afraid that the wind will turn the flowers red;
It is a good weather during the Qingming Festival , you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand"
(Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
It is sad to return home after the chaos, full of blood, tears and dust.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many graves will there be descendants?
"Qingjiang Yin, Qingming Day Trip"
(Ming Dynasty) Wang Pan
Where is the best place in Xilou that is non-smoking? Luye Qingtian said.
The horses neighed through the willows, and the people leaned on the swings and laughed.
Teacher Tan Yinghua fell drunk in spring.
Recalling the Shandong brothers [Wang Wei] on the 9th of the lunar month
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place.
There is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Yuan Day [Wang Anshi]
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year,
The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.