On Traditional Festival Poetry

Poems about traditional festivals are as follows:

1, original:

Why do guests stay awake alone in the cold light of the hotel hall and become sad inside? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it will be frosty again and again tomorrow.

Translation:

There is a dim light in the hotel, reflecting the lonely guests who can't sleep. Why does the lonely traveler feel sad? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and another year will be added tomorrow.

Appreciate:

However, this poem "A Night's Work" is simple and natural. There is not an uncommon sentence and flowery words in the whole poem, and there is no scenery beyond the Great Wall and wonders of other cities. This is a simple spoken language, which expresses the general feeling of New Year's Eve. However, the true feelings of wanderers in different places are vividly written and touching.

2. Original text:

Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing. Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.

Translation:

On the Lantern Festival, thousands of families go out of their homes, and countless lanterns light up in the street, as if the whole Kyoto is shaking. Countless ladies-in-waiting sleeve dances, the joy of singing and dancing on earth rose to the sky.

Appreciate:

This poem describes that everyone is out of the house, people are empty, they come to entertain themselves, and then they return to the Lantern Festival, making the Lantern Festival the most poetic and fascinating moment. The Tang Palace is brightly lit, full of singing and dancing, with a bird's eye view and a close-up of martial arts. The scene is spectacular and the weather is magnificent.

3. Original text:

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Translation:

Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night. The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her a thousand times in the crowd, and suddenly I turned around and there she was, but I accidentally found her in the scattered light.

Appreciate:

"Thousands of trees bloom in the oriental night, and the stars are like rain": clusters of fireworks fly into the sky, and then disperse like star rain. From the very beginning, people were brought into the festival carnival of "Fire Tree and Silver Flower". Xia Kun is still writing about the happiness of Yuanxiao, while Shang Kun is writing about the whole scene. Xia Kun wrote about a specific person. Through his ups and downs, his personal happiness naturally blended into the happiness of the festival.