Poetry about festivals

Shangyuan

Qing Yu and Yuan Xi.

Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.

Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Sheng cha zi yuan Xi

Ouyang Xiu

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. ?

On the fifteenth night of the first month

Su weidao

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.

The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.

Die Hua Lian mi Shang Zhou yuan

Su Shi

Qiantang lantern for three to five nights. The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.

Lonely mountain people are getting old. Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.

Third, the flower dynasty

The legend of flowers was born.

Sumanshu

Jiang Touqing put a thousand willows and knew that there was an east wind to send paintings. But I am glad that spring has come, and Baihua's birthday is today.