What are the poems about festivals?

1, today is still like a song feast, and Pulsatilla enters the juvenile court. Bai Juyi's White Chrysanthemum at Chongyang Banquet.

This is like today's song and dance banquet, where old people go to teenagers.

Appreciation: The poet who wrote the first two sentences of this poem was overjoyed to see a white chrysanthemum in the golden chrysanthemum in the garden. The last two sentences compare the snow-white chrysanthemum to an old man who took part in a "song and dance mat" and a "teenager" singing and dancing. The whole poem expresses the poet's interest in his youth, even though he is old. It is interesting to compare people with flowers.

2. The old tourist has left, in the east of Los Angeles. Zhang Ji's Tomb-Sweeping Day is from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.

The intimate friends I once made can't meet each other yet, but I wander in the east of Luoyang with melancholy mood.

Appreciation: The rain in Longmen, Luoyang gradually stopped in the evening, and the solar terms in spring came, making your cave wind constantly. There are only a few birdsongs on the official road, which makes the surroundings quieter. A few wild flowers opened in the cracks in the collapsed wall, and the makeup lit up the emptiness here. I want to be an official now, but I am ashamed to be less handsome than my peers at that time. I had to retire and learn from the unrestrained old fisherman in the Jianghu. The intimate friends I once made can't meet each other until now, but I can only wander east of Luoyang with melancholy feelings.

3, win the day to find the waterfront, boundless scenery.

It's sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya.

Appreciation: On the surface, the poem describes the beautiful scenery of spring, but the place to find incense is the shore of Surabaya where the Jin people lived in the Southern Song Dynasty, so the so-called "finding incense" refers to the way to find holiness. The poet compares the sage's way to the spring breeze that pushes the machine and ignites everything. This is actually a philosophical poem by the richest man, which combines reason with interest in the image.