Seek poems that express folk customs! Urgent!

Passing through Old People's Village * 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. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

"Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty: "Being alone in a foreign land is a stranger, and I miss my relatives twice every festive season; I know from afar where my brother climbed, and there was one less person in the dogwood. "

Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin Chongyang":

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. The festival is also Chongyang, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night.

after dusk, the wine in Dongpu has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Mo Tao never dies, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "