Describe a poem about a traditional Chinese festival and write down the name of the festival

Some potentially problematic words have been separated by adding the word "哩".

1. Spring Festival

Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

The sound of exploding bamboo chalk eliminates the first year of the year,

The east wind brings warmth Enter Tusu.

On the twelfth day of the lunar month,

New peaches are always exchanged for old talismans

2. Yuanxi (the fifteenth day of the first lunar month)

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(Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu

On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the chalk lanterns in Huacheng City were like daylight.

The moon reaches the top of the willow trees, and people meet after dusk.

On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I don’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.

3. Qingming Festival

Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

May I ask where the restaurant is?

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance

"Cold Food"

(Tang Dynasty) Han Hong

Spring City is full of flying flowers,

The cold food, the east wind, and the slanting willow trees.

At dusk, wax candles were passed around the Han Palace, and

light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

5. Chinese Valentine's Day

One of the nineteen ancient poems

(Han) Anonymous

The distant Altair star, the bright river, the Han woman.

The slender hands are delicate and smooth, and they are playing tricks.

The whole day is in ruins, and the tears are like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart.

The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

6. Mid-Autumn Festival

. Du Fu: Reminiscing about his brother-in-law on a moonlit night

Guarding drums interrupts the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

Zhang Jiuling: Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers hate each other in the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night

The candles are extinguished and the pity light is full, and the clothes are covered with dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still sleep in my dream.

Li Bai

The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

7. Double Ninth Festival

Wang Wei's "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

A foreigner in a foreign land

Every During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more

Knowing my brothers from afar

Placing dogwood trees all over the place and missing one person

Passing the old friend's village

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend of mine invited me to Tian's house.

The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.

Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.

When the sunny day comes, I will come to see the chrysanthemums.