Write poems about traditional festivals.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Wang Anshi s Yuan Ri;

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

(Tang) Gao Shi's Night Work:

The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

Except Wen Tianxiang at night.

Dry kunkong, years go to the church; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten; There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking;

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

"Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" Don Wang Jian:

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?

Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Song Sushi:

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Song Sushi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!