1. Poems about festivals
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Dragon Boat Festival The twilight covers the traces, and the stone sinks into the river.
Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. The turbid waves are rolling eastward, the clouds are dreaming up and down, and the Chu land is also feeling sad.
Ji Ke writes in a Sao style, worrying about the article. Beat drums, throw rice dumplings, and pack the whole outfit.
The flying boat stopped the waves, waving its oars, lifting its arms and roaring wildly. After wandering around in the past, the sun is beautiful and the wind is calm, and the three villages should be peaceful.
The years pass by quickly, but the goodwill will last forever. I have been homesick for the Mid-Autumn Festival and have been away from home for decades. Tonight, I have the hardest sleep. I wonder if there is a moon in the green willow pond next to the village. I send you my lovesickness on New Year's Eve. The lanterns in ancient times are gone. Only the Lantern Festival is still sweet. Yesterday's lovesickness shed tears. Wan'er returned home in my dream. Where did the sky open? How many times have we left the country? Clouds and dreams are like leaving horses, walking on fish beams, we must be endowed with jade to summon souls. The holy dynasty has nothing to do, many comings and goings, good travels, and friendships, few going. The road is full of dragons and boats. We are deliberately listening to the mountains and rivers. We mourn the king Sun Jing and think about Li Bai in front of his bed. Moonlight, suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Saixiaqu Lu Lun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly; no one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon comes to shine.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge Zhang Ji The sky is full of frost as the moon falls, crows cry, and the river maple fish and fire face each other in sorrowful sleep. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Qing Ping Tiao Li Bai The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich; if we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai. Folk Song The moon crescents over Kyushu, and some families are happy and some are sad.
Some couples live together in tents, and some are scattered in other states. Staying at Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling. Meng Haoran The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but I am looking forward to my old travels.
I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. Traveling at night to write a book Du Fu The grass is fine and the breeze is blowing on the shore, and the boat is in danger of being carried alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. Jinse by Li Shangyin Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Untitled Li Shangyin It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to Penglai, so the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and jade houses.
It’s so cold at high places, dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred. When will we always be kind to each other? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.
*Poetry--Inspirational Ancient Style Li Shen Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
It’s noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work.
Golden Threaded Clothes by Du Qiuniang I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
Chang Ge Xing The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew and the setting sun. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves will turn yellow and wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be sad! Miscellaneous Poems Tao Yuanming Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road.
Scattered and driven by the wind, this is no longer the case. We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood? Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors.
The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
*Poetry - Farewell Farewell Wang Wei Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
Weicheng Song Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
There are strange trees in the garden. There are strange trees in the garden, with lush green leaves. Climb the bar and break the glory, leaving behind what you thought.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away. This thing is not expensive, but I feel that it will last forever.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion and the emotional connection of literati.
The following are famous lines related to the bright moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival excerpted from poems from past dynasties. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
--Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
--Li Bai's "Guan Shan Yue" There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
--Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" There is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! --Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
--Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-Law on a Moonlit Night" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
--Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night and Moonlight" On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
--Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? --Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" The shadows of ten rounds of frost turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. --Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon" When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
-- Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will watch it again. The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the grass in the throat is humming and the grass is dew.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
-- Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon and Ziyu in the Mid-Autumn Festival" The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
--Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon" The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
-- Mi Fu's "Climbing the Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But if you call for a jade fiber flute and blow it, it will crack... If you have a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated.
--Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" Wait for the moon to raise your glass, and breathe out the fragrance of the bottle into the green sky. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.
--Wen Tianxiang's "Return to Dong Tiju to Initiate the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet" The boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and the full moon was seen when starting towards the long bridge. Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the falling eaves of a high pavilion.
--Xu Wei's "Ten." 2. Poems describing festivals
On the Double Ninth Festival, there will be chrysanthemums. (Double Ninth Festival)
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Qingming Festival)
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed thousands of heights, and there is only one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Double Ninth Festival)
Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms every day. (Spring Festival)
The Dragon Boat Festival was honored. (Dragon Boat Festival)
The Morning Bull comes out to the west of the river, and the Weaver Girl comes to the east. Looking at each other forever, who will see each other on Chinese Valentine's Day? (Chinese Valentine's Day)
The stars are shining brightly, and the palace concubines are busy begging for advice. (Chinese Valentine's Day)
The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August sends you singing aboard the Mulan Boat. "(Mid-Autumn Festival)
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. (Mid-Autumn Festival)
Children stay awake all night and keep each other happy. (New Year's Eve)
“There are flowers flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling in the cold weather. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. "This is a famous poem by Han Hong, a poet of the Mid-Tang Dynasty, describing the spring scenery in Chang'an, the capital city, during the Cold Food Festival.
Winter Solstice Night in Handan (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi celebrated the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, holding his knees in front of the lamp with his shadow accompanying him. Thinking When you sit at home late at night, you should talk to people who are traveling far away.
Last year on the night of the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as the daylight, and people were waiting for the Lantern Festival at dusk. The autumn light of the candle paints the screen coldly, and the small fan flutters at the fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Cowherd and the Vega. Chinese Valentine's Day
Looking closely, the yin is close to the long sun, and the flying pavilion by the lake shines on the cold pond. Guests, climbing high in a foreign land every year. Double Ninth Festival 3. What are the ancient poems that describe festivals
Poems that describe festivals
Poems that describe New Year’s Eve include:
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Song Wen Tianxiang
The world is empty, and the years are gone;
The end of the road is stormy, and the poverty is full of snow and frost.
Life changes with the years. After all, the body and the world are forgotten;
No more dreams of killing Su, and the night is still young
The poems describing the Spring Festival are:
Yuan Day
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
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Poems describing the Lantern Festival include:
Lantern Festival
Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. p>
The moon reaches the top of the willow trees, and people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Night this year, the moon and the lights are still the same.
I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
Poems describing the Qingming Festival include:
Qingming
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Poems describing the Dragon Boat Festival include:
Dragon Boat Festival
Tang Wenxiu
Who said the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? It has been rumored to be Qu Yuan throughout the ages;
It is laughable that the Chu River is empty, and it cannot wash away the injustice of the direct ministers.
The poems describing the Chinese Valentine's Day are:
Chinese Valentine's Day
Tang Luoyin
The stars and rivers are in the sky, and the family is laughing and having a red feast.
I should express my gratitude to my daughter and write all the beautiful chapters of Tanlang in this jeweled case.
The incense tents are clustered in rows, and the golden needles are pierced to pay homage to Chanjuan.
The copper pot fails to announce that the sky is about to dawn, and the melancholy good season is another year.
The poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival include:
Mid-Autumn Moon
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned to jade silently plate.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Poems describing the Double Ninth Festival include:
Recalling Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger. During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. 4. Poems about traditional festivals
Qingming Festival
Qingming (Du Mu)
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village
Double Ninth Festival
Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Alone in a foreign land, a stranger
I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season
Know where my brothers are from afar
Plant dogwood everywhere and there is one less person
Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon on the 15th day of August (Du Fu)
The full moon flies into the mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the osmanthus and look up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
Giving Clothes on the Dragon Boat Festival (Du Fu)
Official clothes are also famous,
The Dragon Boat Festival is honored.
The fine kudzu is soft in the wind,
The fragrant flowers are light in the snow.
Lantern Festival
Watching Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin
Jinli Kaifang Banquet, orchid and red in the early years.
The colors are far away, and the light is far away in the sky.
The stars are falling in the Han Dynasty, and the moon is hanging by the building.
Don’t have the smile of a thousand gold, come and reflect in front of the nine branches.
Chinese Valentine's Day
One of the nineteen ancient poems (Chinese) Anonymous
The distant Altair star, the bright and clear river Han woman.
The slender hands are smooth and smooth.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees farther away.
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
Spring Festival
Yuan Day (Wang Anshi)
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year,
The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu;
Thousands of households are as bright as the sun,
New peaches are always replaced by old talismans. 5. Poems about festivals
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Dragon Boat Festival The twilight covers the traces, and the stone sinks into the river.
Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. The turbid waves are rolling eastward, the clouds are dreaming up and down, and the Chu land is also feeling sad.
Ji Ke writes in a Sao style, worrying about the article. Beat drums, throw rice dumplings, and pack the whole outfit.
The flying boat stopped the waves, waving its oars, lifting its arms and roaring wildly. After wandering around in the past, the sun is beautiful and the wind is calm, and the three villages should be peaceful.
The years pass by quickly, but the moral integrity will last forever. I have been homesick for the Mid-Autumn Festival and have been away from home for decades. Tonight, I have the hardest sleep. I wonder if there is a moon in the green willow pond next to the village. I send you my lovesickness on New Year's Eve. The lanterns in ancient times are gone. Only the Lantern Festival is still sweet. Yesterday's lovesickness shed tears. Wan'er returned home in my dream. Where did the sky open? How many times have we left the country? Clouds and dreams are like leaving horses, walking on fish beams, we must be endowed with jade to summon souls. The holy dynasty has nothing to do, many comings and goings, good travels, and friendships, few going. The road is full of dragons and boats. We are deliberately listening to the mountains and rivers. We mourn the king Sun Jing and think about Li Bai in front of his bed. Moonlight, suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. Saixiaqu Lu Lun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly; no one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon comes to shine.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge Zhang Ji The sky is full of frost as the moon falls, crows cry, and the river maple fish and fire face each other in sorrowful sleep. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Qing Ping Tiao Li Bai The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich; if we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai. Folk Song The moon crescents over Kyushu, and some families are happy and some are sad.
Some couples live together in tents, and some are scattered in other states. Staying in Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling. Meng Haoran The mountains are dark and the apes are sad, while the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but I am looking forward to my old travels.
I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. Traveling at night to write a book Du Fu The grass is fine and the breeze is blowing on the shore, and the boat is in danger of being carried alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. Jinse by Li Shangyin Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Untitled Li Shangyin It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to Penglai, so the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and jade houses.
It’s so cold at high places, dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred. When will we always be kind to each other? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.
*Poetry--Inspirational Ancient Style Li Shen Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
It’s noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work.
Golden Threaded Clothes by Du Qiuniang I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
Chang Ge Xing The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew and the setting sun. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves will turn yellow and wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be sad! Miscellaneous Poems Tao Yuanming Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road.
Scattered and driven by the wind, this is no longer the case. We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood? Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors.
The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
*Poetry - Farewell Farewell Wang Wei Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
Weicheng Song Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
There are strange trees in the garden. There are strange trees in the garden, with lush green leaves. Climb the bar and break the glory, leaving behind what you thought.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away. This thing is not expensive, but I feel that it will last forever.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion and the emotional connection of literati.
The following are famous lines related to the bright moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival excerpted from poems from past dynasties. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
--Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
--Li Bai's "Guan Shan Yue" The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
--Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" There is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! --Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
--Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-Law on a Moonlit Night" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
--Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night and Moonlight" On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was beside the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
--Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? --Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" The shadows of ten rounds of frost turn to the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. --Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon". 6. Poems describing festivals
The sky is full of bright lights, the bright river is bright, and the orchids are red. In the early years, I was eager to count the autumn hairs, and they were separated by a few, climbing the laurel and looking up to the sky.
The river is clear and shallow, and the tears are as wet as rain.
Nothing happens all day long.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow.
Giving clothes on Dragon Boat Festival (Du Fu)
Official clothes are also famous.
The color is far away.
When the Han Dynasty suspects the star has fallen, Zhazaza makes plans.
The slender hands touch the sky, leaning against the building like the moon hanging.
Chinese Valentine's Day
One of the nineteen ancient poems (Chinese) Anonymous
The distant Altair;
The pupils of thousands of households day.
Spring Festival
Yuan Day (Wang Anshi)
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year.
Lantern Festival
Watching Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin
Jinli opens a fragrant feast,
The incense piles are covered with light snow.
The thin kudzu is soft with the wind,
The Dragon Boat Festival is favored,
The spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu, and feathers can be seen in the forest.
The journey is far away.
Qingming Festival in Yingying Yishui
Qingming Festival (Du Mu)
It rains heavily during Qingming Festival
Pedestrians on the road want to die
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village
Double Ninth Festival
Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th
Alone as a stranger in a foreign land
During the festive season, I miss my family even more
I know my brothers from afar
There is one less person planted with dogwood trees
Mid-Autumn Festival
August 15th Night Moon (Du Fu)
The full moon flies into the mirror.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, he is speechless.
Always replace the old talisman with the new peach.
Don’t have the smile of a thousand gold, come to reflect the nine branches, fold the sword when you return home 7. Ancient poems about various festivals
1. Poems about New Year’s Eve: "New Year's Eve" Song Wen Tianxiang's universe is empty , the years go by; the end of the road is full of storms and rain, and the poverty-stricken side is full of snow and frost.
As time goes by, life is about to end, and the body is forgotten; there is no more dreams to kill, and the night is still late. 2. Poems about the Spring Festival: "Yuan Ri" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms on the first day of the year.
3. Poems about the Lantern Festival: "Lantern Festival" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon reaches the top of the willow trees, and people make appointments after dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
4. Poems about the Qingming Festival: "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
5. Poems about the Dragon Boat Festival: "Dragon Boat Festival" by Tang Wenxiu Who said the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? The eternal rumor is that it is Qu Yuan; It is laughable that the Chu River is empty and indistinct, and it cannot wash away the grievances of the direct ministers. 6. Poems about the Chinese Valentine's Day: "Chinese Valentine's Day" by Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty. The starry river and the sky are full of stars, and a family laughs and holds a red feast.
I should express my gratitude to my daughter and write all the beautiful pieces of Tanlang in this jeweled case. The incense tents are clustered in rows, and the golden needles are pierced to pay homage to Chanjuan.
The copper pot fails to announce that the sky is about to dawn, and the melancholy good season is another year. 7. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival: "Mid-Autumn Moon" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? 8. Poems about the Double Ninth Festival: "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty I am a stranger in a foreign land. I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees.
Poems about the Chinese Valentine's Day. One of the nineteen ancient poems. (Chinese) Anonymous. The faraway Altair star, the bright and clear river Han girl. The slender hands are delicate and delicate, and they are making tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart.
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. Qixi Festival (Five Dynasties, Later Tang Dynasty) Yang Pu didn't know what to do with the cow, so he had to invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle.
I beg for cleverness in the world every year, but I don’t know that there are already many cleverness in the world. Qixi Festival (Tang Dynasty) Quan Deyu Today, the clouds are passing across the Magpie Bridge, and they should not be narrow and far away.
My family actually likes to open their makeup mirrors, thread needles and pray for nine o'clock under the moon. Selected Poems for the Lantern Festival "Lamps are built on the thoroughfare on Lantern Festival and raised to the south tower at night" (Sui Dynasty) Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty The wheel of law turns in the sky, the sound of Sanskrit comes from the sky; the lanterns and trees shine with thousands of lights, and the flames of flowers bloom in seven branches.
The shadow of the moon is like the flowing water, the spring breeze contains the night plum blossoms; the golden land is burning, and the bells are shining on the glazed platform. "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month" (Tang Dynasty) Su Daowei The fire trees and silver flowers are closing, the iron locks of the star bridge are opened, and the lantern trees are shining with thousands of lights.
The bright moon chases people. The wandering prostitutes all work on plum blossoms, and all the plum blossoms fall when they sing.
Jinwu can’t help but stay at night, and the jade leaks don’t urge each other. "Shangyuan Night" (Tang Dynasty) Cui Ye Don't rush the jade leaking copper kettle, the iron gate and the golden lock are open all night; Who can sit idle when seeing the moon, and where can I hear the lamp and not look at it.
Spring Festival Yuan Day (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi A year old is eliminated amidst the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu; Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms.
Yuan Day Yu Lou Chun (Song Dynasty) Mao Pang One year all the lotus flowers are dripping, and the Bijing slaughters Su to sink the frozen wine.
The cold weather at dawn is still deceptive, but the slender willows of spring arrive first. The beautiful woman urges you to live a long life, and the cypress leaves and pepper flowers bloom on your green sleeves.
In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we only have old friends with Dongjun. New Year's Eve (Southern Song Dynasty) Wen Tianxiang The world is empty, and the years are passing by; the wind and rain are at the end of the road, and the poverty is full of snow and frost.
As time goes by, life is about to end, and the body is forgotten; there is no more dreams to kill, and the night is still late. Dragon Boat Festival (Tang Dynasty) Wenxiu Who said the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? It is rumored to be Qu Yuan throughout the ages; It is laughable that the Chu River is empty and indistinct, and it cannot wash away the grievances of the direct ministers.
Qilu. Dragon Boat Festival (Tang Dynasty) Yin Yao Fan. Young people are more sentimental during the festival, but who knows how emotional they will be when they grow old; Do not follow the custom of moxa symbols, but pray for peace through wine and wine. The hair on the temples grows gray day by day, and the pomegranate brocade illuminates the eyes year by year; thousands of years of virtuous and foolish people are the same in the blink of an eye, a few people are forgotten and few are famous.
Festival Lingmen. Duanyang (Qing Dynasty) Li Jingshan bought cherries, mulberries and calamus, and even bought a pot of realgar wine. There is a yellow paper post hanging high outside the door, but it is suspected that the account owner is afraid of the magic talisman.
Mid-Autumn Festival "Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi The moon will cleanse the world again tonight. The summer heat has retreated and the skies are clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.
The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them shine. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Song Dynasty) Su Dongpo Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until dawn. I am writing this article because I am drunk and pregnant with my son.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's so cold at high places! Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The dusk clouds are gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man turns the jade plate silently, this night will not be good in this life, where can I see the bright moon next year. Picking mulberry seeds on the Double Ninth Festival. Mao Zedong. Life is easy, but it is hard to grow old. Every year, there is a Double Ninth Festival. Now is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery. The vast river and sky are covered with frost. Recalling the Shandong Brothers on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei.
It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums. But I will be drunk as a reward for the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.
This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? Poems describing the Qingming Festival Qingming by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. Cold food on the way. Questions from the Tang and Song Dynasties. Cold food is coming soon, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people. The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile.
In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night. 8. Poems about describing festivals
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When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear your shadow?
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come"
On September 9th, recalling Shandong brothers Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Being alone in a foreign land for Strangers, we miss our loved ones even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one less person planted with dogwood trees.
Yuan Day_
Author: Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.
May 5th, Northern Song Dynasty·Mei Yaochen
The Qu family has died, and the Chu people cannot tolerate it.
How can I slander and slander, but I want to kill the dragon.
The hatred in life has not been forgotten, but the traces have been traced.
The Yuanxiang Bitan water should illuminate thousands of peaks.