"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." "Qingming Festival" by Tang Du Mu
"If you know where your brothers climb, there is one less person everywhere." On the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Tang Wangwei
"The sound of firecrackers is one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su." Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri
"Small cakes are like chewing the moon, and there is crisp and pleasant in them." Song Su Dongpo
"The ice on the river is green and the shore is green." Su Zhe (outing) in Song Dynasty
Poems of Spring Festival:
Tian Jia Yuan Ri (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
Last night, he fought back to the north, and now he is heading east; I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money.
Mulberry field cultivates the father, while lotus hoe follows the shepherd boy; Tian Jiazhan climate, * * * said this year is abundant.
Wang Anshi in the Yuan Dynasty (Song Dynasty)
In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su;
every family always changes new peaches for old ones. 2. What are the poems about traditional festivals?
The Spring Festival (the first day of the year, many people confuse it with New Year's Eve), the lyrics of suburban temples, the movement of five suburbs, Shu He's singing and dancing belong to the young age, and the heron drum and bell are on display.
at the beginning of the Spring Festival, the dew is adjusted, and the clouds are used to control the sky. Beauty articles Wang Xuan's neighbors advocate the real name of beautiful women in the east, and their beauty is incomparable.
the thick fiber is short and long, and the lycopene is naturally decorated. Mulan Hall in Jiaoge, Gui Lou, and Wen Xingliang carved by embroiderers.
the screen bends around the elephant bed, and the green curtains are decorated with sachets. The jade dragon mirror hole is bright, and the golden furnace is cool and fragrant.
I heard from a distance that I was listening to the music, and I wanted to laugh out of the bridal chamber. The 2835 boudoir is eager, and the curtain rolls to welcome the Spring Festival.
Qing songs started with words of resentment and pharynx, and once the piano was played, it was cut off. If you ask what you are doing, you will feel sorry for yourself in your prime.
in an instant, it's appropriate to be sad and happy. How can you see this without paying attention, and pity that there is no media for the sound.
Poor Ying Ying's daughter, whose gentleman is an anvil. ---------------.
the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year.
I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves. It's a good thing that the spring rain in Zhu Dunru tickles the Lantern Festival, and the flowers bloom and the willows sleep weakly.
The curtain of the painting hall is steep, and the golden mud is red and wet. The prince and grandson held a banquet to gather charming and spare, and went over the mountains to wash their sorrows.
Don't talk about the traces of childhood in Phoenix City. Yong Yule Li Qingzhao's sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds combine. Where are people? How much do you know about spring when you dye willow smoke and play plum flute? Is there no wind and rain in the Lantern Festival when the weather is in harmony? Come and greet BMW and thank him for his wine friends and poems.
In the heyday of Zhongzhou, the boudoir door is full of defects. Remember to lay stress on three or five, spread green crowns, twist Jin Xue willows, and tie them together to help Chu. Now, I am haggard and worried about going out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
-----------. Has been forgotten by contemporary people) Yulouchun Yan Shu Yulou Zhuge Hengjinsuo Cold Food Qingming Spring is about to break the window, the moon is slanting, the eyebrows are sad, the flowers are falling outside the curtain, and the tears are falling towards the clouds. It's really impossible to look at each other at the age of 1. It's raining hard during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Qingming Yu Wang has no flowers and no wine, and its taste is as bleak as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, from the neighbor's discussion of new kindling, in the early days of the ching Ming festival, in front of the window lighting, sat down to study.
Lin 'an's spring rain has made the journey to the world as thin as gauze for years, which makes riders in Beijing. Live in the small building listen to the spring rain Pattering, early in the morning will hear the alley deep in a voice selling apricot.
the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea. Oh, do not sigh that the dust of Kyoto will dirty white clothes, and still in time to return to the mirror of the lake ubac home.
On the Qingming Festival of Huang Tingjian, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland only gives birth to sorrow. The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
people beg for sacrifices to my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death. A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
There are many tomb fields in the southern and northern hills of Gao Zhu during the Qingming Festival, and there are different sacrifices and sweeps during the Qingming Festival. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
at sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night, his children smile at the lamp. Enjoy your wine and get intoxicated as long as you have your days, Not a single drop you could taste after your life in the graves.
-----------. The fragrant silk was spun into the fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind was blowing, and the white color was like the new snow.
when the sky is wet, it will be clear when the summer is hot. The length of the palace clothes are all combined with the mind, life-long I will carry the emperor's hospitality.
Dragon Boat Festival The Dragon Boat Festival in Li Longji is in the middle of summer, and the days get longer when it is clear. Salt plum has been used as a tripod, and it has been sung and passed on.
the past has left a trail, and the years have accumulated. When the porch knows the lush flowers, it feels fragrant to the water.
all the trillions will live together, and all the princes will keep prosperous. Loyalty, if not replaced, will make Kun Fang later.
-----------. Tears are gathered, stars are scattered, and clouds are moved in tiny steps.
it's almost time for the rabbit to fall, and the magpies in the river are grounded. That's as good as the night, and then go back to the disabled machine.
on tanabata, the Xianhuang people, the satrap of Cui Guofu, are full of emotions. Fan wind makes jade leak, and water writes the Milky Way.
Your books are old, but Kirara is exposed in your boudoir. Emperor Wu of yao si, when did the bluebird pass? On Tanabata in his hometown, Meng Haoran met Tanabata in his hometown, and the hotel benefited from it.
I don't see a woman who wears a needle, but I'm empty-minded about my hometown. At the beginning of the warm breeze, the new moon begins to fall.
who can bear to peep at the river man and ask about the bullfighting? Xu Jingzong complained for a year about parting, and the Tanabata began to return.
It's like dancing socks, shining new makeup. Learn from Yue Hui. Love urges you to smile at the stars, and you don't hesitate to show your clothes.
What I sighed was more and more leaked, and I hid my tears and messed up the plane last night. And the eldest grandson's secret supervisor, Ren Xigu, two autumn leaves, Shen Yuan, and Wang Xianfei on Tanabata.
Take a photo of a prostitute in Heyang, and she looks beautiful, smooth and graceful. Magpie bridge waves out, dragon cars fly outside the clouds.
dew drops low pearls, and clouds move to recommend brocade. The yellow moon sets deeper, and the night is long and the stars are rare.
under the empty platform, Fang Biao distinguishes the branch machine. ---------------. Is there another person who just saw you rise up in the east? Is it that the sky is full of sweat, but Changfeng and Haohao send the Mid-Autumn Festival? It is like a mirror flying into the sky, but will not fall down, is it who uses an invisible long rope to fasten it? Who will stay if Chang 'e doesn't marry? I heard that the moon swam the bottom of the sea, but there was no way to look at the cause. it was an unpredictable thing, and it was a terrible thing to worry about.
I'm afraid of the long whale in Wan Li, and I'm afraid it's broken. So the frog can take a bath and ask Yun He and Yutu to solve the ups and downs. If all this is safe and sound, then why is it gradually turning into a hook? When will Su Shi, the head of the water tune, have a bright moon? Ask the sky about the wine.
I wonder what year it is tonight. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dance to find out the shadow, what is it like on earth! The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self.
there should be no hate. why should we be reconciled? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
-----------. The wind rises and the strings are in danger, and the clouds open and spit out the sun.
chrysanthemums float the holy wine, and Zhu Xiang hangs the decay. If you want to know more kindness, follow the trend to see autumn.
On the ninth day of Fenghe's lucky climb to Linwei Pavilion, we should make a straight preface to Li Xian's double ninth festival, and the four fields will be sunny. At the beginning of the sun and the moon, Gankun ascended the pole.
the chrysanthemum yellow is full of wine, and the pine is green and the frost is straight. It is difficult to swim deep in the sea, but it is tiring to bear the burden of mountains.
On September 9th, Fenghe went to Jionji to float the map, so Fan Chen's Jingjing Double Ninth Festival should be made, and the fairy tour came by all means. Climb the vulture ridge and sit the chrysanthemum on the bee platform.
ten places meet with auspicious clouds, and three days bring prosperity. Autumn wind words go further, stealing Le Kang zai. 3. Poems of traditional festivals
* Poetry-On the first day of the festival, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.
every family always changes new peaches for old ones. During the Qingming period, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.
excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village. In autumn, Du Mu's silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, waving a small fan to pounce on fireflies.
The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch Petunia and Vega. Chang 'e Li Shangyin's mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the long river is gradually sinking.
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. Cold food Han Yi's Spring City is full of flowers, and cold food is easterly and willowy. The night fell, and the palace was busy with candles, and the smoke wafted up into the house of the prince of Princes and marquises.
who cares if a bird lives alone? As common as flesh and blood. I advise you not to shoot the branch bird, and the son will look forward to his mother's return in the nest.
You Zi sang songs about Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home and but how much love has the inch-long grass, and won three spring glories. On the night of January last year, the flower market lights like day; On the moon, the willow is slightly on the head, and people are about after dusk.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same; No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes. After the old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm; The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands; When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum. Mid-Autumn Festival: On the night of August 15th of last year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Museum. Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast.
yesterday, when the wind blew, no one would attend. Tonight, it's as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon at the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th", drinking Alone with the Moon, Li Bai, from a pot of wine among the flowers and I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. The moon did not know drinking, the shadow in front of the body behind.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring. I sing the song is bright and wandering, I dance the shadow before drifting.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another. I would like to be with them forever to forget the injury of friendship, similar to the milky way of the milky way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple flew the mirror at the full moon and returned to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and go far, climb the laurel and climb the sky.
frost and snow are suspected in the waterway, and feathers are seen in the forest. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit and I want to count the autumn cents.
The crow in Bai Shu and the osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in Wang Jian's atrium on 15th night. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on a high seat in the south study, we have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon.
Qing Huilian Shui Mu, and flow like a wave on our window and our door. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old.
our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river, singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song. How about a thousand miles, and yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.
In the mid-autumn and the full moon, there is no cloud and wet clothes, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules. Donglin does not hinder the gradual rise, and the four seas are watching the road.
I can also clearly sing the heroic spirit, and I am willing to teach the darkness to take the Dan branch. Poor GuanYe ChanJuan shadow, is waiting for five residual wine.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea. The mighty wind blows tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Yumen pass.
china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay. This is the land of war in the past dynasties, few soldiers can survive.
the soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes. The wife of the soldiers at the high tower, Lament when can see distant relatives.
night thoughts about Li Bai, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
On a moonlit night in Liu Fangping, the moon is half full, and Beidou is languid in the south. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.
Chang 'e Li Shangyin's mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the long river is gradually sinking. Chang' e I must regret that I had eaten the elixir at the beginning, now alone, blue sky, and night and night.
remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Du Fu a wanderer hears drums portending battle, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Zhang Jiuling, looking at the moon and thinking of one far away, Tianya * * * at this time. Brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night! Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams. In the frosty moon, Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant. She fights in the frost in the middle of the month, and there is Meng Haoran hanging in the autumn sky and the bright moon under the autumn night, and her luster is wet. Surprised magpie perched undecided, flying fireflies rolled in.
the cold shadows of the courtyards are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring pestle is urgent at night. What is the ritual? Look at the sky and stand.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is waiting for Lu Guimeng, the frost is delivered late, and the good wind seems to be a good time. The curtain is leaning against the tree, and the feeling is infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to hear the sound of the Sheng tune in the north, and gradually watch the stars fall into the south basket. Who is the coolness of the school, and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Nizhuang is too thin for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is already cold in the narrow clothes and autumn. Children are full of memories, and it is difficult to walk.
when the air is exposed into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud on the stone beach. The moon came at night in the mountains, but I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15th, Liu Yuxi was at leisure when he saw the moon in the dust in Taoyuan. It was in the fairy house in the clear autumn. The condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time.
Yun Feng can't afford the blue sky, and the Songshan Mountain grows in the water. A group of people move leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true fairy officer from afar. Yun * (left car and right car) wants to move under the stars, and the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually spread to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the frequent hope of Judah. It's hard to get back together when it's absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the mid-autumn moon, Yan Shu's ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone. Su E may not have no regrets, but the jade toad is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.
On the night of August 15th, I watched the moon in the pavilion. On the night of August 15th of last year, Bai Juyi was near the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.