What are the poems with festive meanings?

Autumn in Tang Dynasty and Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Climbing Mountain No.9/Climbing Mountain No.9-Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

Night lights on the 15th day of the first month-Zhang Hu in the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of doors were unlocked and brightly lit, and they moved to Dijing in the middle of the first month. Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.

Six Poems on Night at the End of Yuan Dynasty, Part One —— Cui Night in Tang Dynasty

There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open. Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?

The fifteenth night of the first month-Su Weidao in Tang Dynasty

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens. The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead. The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.

Watching Lights at Fifteen Nights —— Lu in Tang Dynasty

Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan. The color is far, and the light is far. After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon. Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

On the fifteenth night of the first month, I heard that there were lights in Beijing, and I couldn't wait to see them-Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.

Moonlight filled the Imperial City, and cars shuttled on the avenue. In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.

Xi Qian Ying Job Yidi Dazu in Song Dynasty

The moon wave is suspicious, the jade pot is close, and there is no dust. Green eyes, ice silk weaving practice, ecliptic treasure straight. Self-pity poetry is thin, but it is difficult to meet more spring scenery. The most rogue is to follow the incense and take advantage of the candle, and once accompanied the fanatics. Traces, diffuse memories, old Du Lang, endure to listen to Dongfeng Xiao. The willow courtyard is sparsely lit, and the plum hall is snowy. Who is with the beautiful spring garden? Old love is uncertain, but I still learn to travel by myself. I'm afraid that if I miss the jade man on a cold night, there will be a gap between the windows.