What are the poems about Christmas Eve?

Poem on Silent Night 1: Wei Kun [Song], an ancient day in Zengbo Li, Wei Kun, angered by purple, came to fight from the south. Whip, caocao plug, chanting wei, liu. Watch less the rain beside the sun and teach the hand of the world. Listen to my people and argue, no recent years, there is a power. Christmas Eve, a long day. The drums are still and the songs are singing. I still remember the West Lake and Lotus in May. I will return to Green with the Wild Goose Gate Crown. JUNSHOU is the place where Shushan is released. Ten thousand points are put into the jar. Poem 2 on Christmas Eve: Shuidiao Song Title Jiange [Song] Choi Woo-shik Wan Li, Yun Shou, Jianmen immediately closed. The mountains are endless, and Chang 'an goes straight to the north. People suffer for a hundred years, ghosts cry, and heaven is far away. The calligraphy is left in the chariot, and it is intense. For green light, scratching white hair, sound residual. When you are old, you may not be able to make achievements, but you will be idle. Meiling shady Qing Zi, Pujian Qingquan Baishi, blame me for my old alliance cold. On Christmas Eve after the bonfire, I dreamed of my hometown. Poem 3 on Christmas Eve: Seeing the pavilion and walking on the mountain has the spirit of Du Li. Although it is mainly rhyming, it is not [Ming]. Gu is not mixed with steaming heat in the forest. Since then, the poet has been called Ling Du. This official is self-centered and retired from Tu. If you see me on the mountain road, you will tremble when you walk through the snow. When you fade out of grace, you can't be proud of your hands. Sanyang changes everything into the new year and is in harmony with the clouds. The willows in the Qinghe Shahe River are moving, and tourists have climbed to the vicinity of the mountain. Six horses flying south want to turn back, and there is no ice on the foot. The matter of Ganquan is far away, and Luo Qiao's car is expected to win. In order to get rid of loneliness and dependence, mailboxes often invade night lights. The morning snow is more abundant, and there is no such thing as pearl oyster to promote friends. Smoking boats on the five lakes are not allowed, and the donkey on Baqiao Bridge is still worth riding. I heard that mutton and leeks were sacrificed in spring, waiting to see firewood ascend to heaven. On Christmas Eve, there are endless fires, and it seems that more and more cars are driving. Lantai is not old, but I can still play with Yang. Sweep away demons and remove demons, and take thousands of layers of blue and white. However, there are two things that are annoying at present, Zhongshan wily rabbit and vine. Special topic of festival poetry