1. Poem on New Year's Eve: It's sweet in Wen Song.
Gankun is empty, the years pass, the end of the road is stormy, and the poor are full of snow and frost. Life goes with the years, forgetting the world, no complicated dream of killing the Soviet Union, and the night is still young.
2. Poetry about the Spring Festival: "Yuanri" Wang Song Anshi
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su, and thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.
3. Lantern Festival Poetry: Ouyang Xiu in Yuan and Song Dynasties
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. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem: Du Mu in Qingming Hall.
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
5. Poem about Dragon Boat Festival: Tang Wenxiu of Dragon Boat Festival
The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan. I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight.
6. Qixi Poetry: Yin
In the winding corner of the Milky Way, it is a beautiful day, and the family is laughing and eating a red feast. We should thank Nvzhu for writing Tan Lang's wonderful article. Fragrant curtains are clustered in rows, and gold needles are put on to worship Chanjuan. If you don't report the copper pot, you will know, and you will be sad for another year.
7. Poetry about Mid-Autumn Festival: Mid-Autumn Moon Song Sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
8. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Shanjiesi Shandong Brothers" Tang
A person is a stranger in a foreign land. Every holiday season, he misses his relatives twice. He knows where his brothers are climbing from afar, and there is one less person everywhere.
9. beginning of winter's poem: "beginning of winter" Tang Libai
A frozen pen is lazy to write new poems, a cold stove and a glass of good wine are warm. Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspected that the snow was full of Qiancun.
On that day in beginning of winter, the weather was very cold, and the ink and pen were frozen. I was just too lazy to write new poems. The wine on the stove is always warm. Zuiyan looked at the ink stain pattern on the inkstone under the moon, and thought it was heavy snow falling all over the mountain village.