Cold food/cold food day is a thing
Tang Han
Spring City/Nowhere/No Flying Flowers, Cold Food/East Wind/Imperial Willow Slope.
at sunset/Han Palace/passing candles, light smoke/scattered into/Wuhou home.
Translation:
In late spring, catkins are flying everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows the willow branches of the Royal Garden.
As night falls, the palace is busy handing out candles, and the light smoke from lighting candles is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles.
Cold Food is a poem written by Han Yi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The first two sentences of this poem are about the daytime scenery, describing the charming spring scenery and the scenery in the palace garden where the catkins are flying and falling red. The last two sentences are about the night scene, which vividly draws a picture of a candle at night, making people see the light of a candle and smell the light smoke.
The whole poem is realistic in the way of line drawing, portraying the royal style, filled with intoxication of the spring scenery of the imperial capital and singing about the prosperity and peace. From the emperor at that time to the ordinary courtiers, they all preferred the poem and always spoke highly of it.