1. Poems about New Year's Eve:
"New Year's Eve"
Song Wen Tianxiang
The world is empty, and the years are gone;
At the end of the road, there are storms and storms, and the poverty-stricken side is full of snow and frost.
As time goes by, life is about to end, and the body and the world are forgotten;
There is no more to kill Su Meng, and the night is not yet young.< /p>
2. Poems about the Spring Festival:
"Yuan Ri"
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old and brings the spring breeze. Warmth enters Tusu,
Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old symbols.
3. Poems about the Lantern Festival:
《 "Yuan Xiu"
Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon reached the top of the willow trees, and people made appointments after dusk.
On Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I don’t see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
4. Verses about Qingming Festival:
< p>"Qingming"Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. .
5. Poems about the Dragon Boat Festival:
"Dragon Boat Festival"
Tang Wenxiu
Who can tell the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? Rumor has it that he is Qu Yuan;
It is laughable that the Chu River is so indistinct that it cannot wash away the grievances of the direct ministers.
6. Poems about the Chinese Valentine's Day:
"Chinese Valentine's Day"
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The incense tents are clustered in rows and graceful, and the golden needles are pierced to worship the goddess.
The copper pot fails to announce the dawn, and the melancholy good season has another year.
7. Related Mid-Autumn Festival poems:
"Mid-Autumn Moon"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
< p>If this night in this life does not last well, where will the bright moon be seen next year?8. Poems about the Double Ninth Festival:
"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
A stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brother is climbing to a high place, planting dogwood trees everywhere and missing one person.