Five poems describing festivals

Wang Anshi's January Day: firecrackers are one year old, and spring breeze warms Tu Su. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

Du Mu's Qingming Festival: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Wang Wei's "Thinking of Brothers in Shandong on Vacation in the Mountain": Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Autumn night in Mutu: Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and a small fan flapped at the firefly. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Han Yi's Cold Food: Spring City is full of flowers, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.