Ancient poems about traditional Chinese festivals?

Ancient poems are one of the cultures of our country, so what are the poems that describe the traditional festivals of the Chinese nation? Below for you to organize the relevant information, I hope it can help you!

The first day of the Spring Festival in the Tianjia family

Tang Meng Haoran

Last night the bucket returned to the north, and today the year rises to the east;

My years have been strong, and I have no salary to worry about farming.

It is my father who plows in the mulberry fields, and the boy who shepherds with his hoe;

The field house occupies the climate, and **** says that this year is rich.

The Selling of Dementia

Tang Fan Cheng Dai

New Year's Eve, at the end of the night, people don't sleep; I'm tired of avoiding the dullness of the new year;

The children call out to walk down the street, and the clouds of dementia call for someone to sell them.

New Year's Eve

Tang Lai-kwan

The matter of the rest has become empty, ten thousand miles of lovesickness in one night.

After the sound of the rooster has died down, I will pine away again to see the spring breeze.

The New Year's Day

Song Wang Anshi

The sound of firecrackers is the sound of a new year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to the tassel;

The day of the pupil of a thousand doors and tens of thousands of households is the day of the change of the new peach for the old one.

New Year's greetings

Ming Wen Zhengming

Don't ask for a meeting, but a visit, the famous paper towards the full my hut.

I also throw a few papers with people, the world is too simple not too false.

Yuan Day Yulou Chun

Song Mao Pang

A year's worth of Lotus Flower Leakage, Bijing Tusu Sinking Frozen Wine.

The cold of the morning is still cold, but the slenderness of the spring season is the first to reach the willow.

The best thing to do is to ask for a long life, and the cypress leaves and pepper blossoms will be there for you to enjoy.

There are fewer and fewer people who know each other in the depths of the drunken country, but only with the Eastern ruler of the old days.

New Year's Eve

Wen Tianxiang of the Southern Song Dynasty

The universe is empty, the years go by;

The last road is full of wind and rain, the poor side is full of snow and frost.

The life of a man is over with the years, and his body is forgotten with the world;

The dream of the Tusu is gone, and the night is still young.

The New Year's Day

Ming Ye Grand

The winds and frosts of heaven and earth are over, and the weather of heaven and earth are in harmony;

The years of the past have been added to the new, and the spring is full of old mountains and rivers.

Plums and willows are new, pine trees are old;

Tusks are drunk, laughing at the white clouds.

The moon's shadow is in the water, the spring breeze is in the plum;

Burnt is on the golden ground, and the bell is on the glazed platform.

The Night of the Fifteenth Day of the First Moon

Tang Su Daoyi

The fire-tree and the silver flower merge together, the star bridge and the iron locks are opened,

The lamps and trees are illuminated by a thousand lights. The bright moon is coming by the way.

The prostitutes are all flora and fauna, and the songs are all plums.

Kingo can't stop the night, and the jade leaks don't rush me.

The Night of the New Year

Tang Cui Liquid

Jade Leak and Copper Kettle should not be rushed, and Iron Gate and Golden Lock should be opened all night long;

Who can sit idly when seeing the moon, and where is there a lamp that does not look at it?

Watching the Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night

Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty

Jinli opened a fragrant banquet, Lan Hongyan early years.

Adorned colors are far from the earth, and the light is far from the sky.

The stars are falling from the sky, and the moon is hanging from the building.

Some other kind of smile, to reflect the nine branches of the front.

Night Lights on the Fifteenth Day of the First Moon

Tang Zhang Hu

Thousands of doors were opened and ten thousand lamps were lit, and in the middle of the first month the earth's capital was moved.

Three hundred people dance with their sleeves, and the first one enters the sky with the sound of words.

Poem

Tang Li Shangyin

The moonlight and lanterns are all over the imperial capital, and the fragrant cars and treasures are all through the streets.

It's a shame that I can't see the prosperity of the Middle Kingdom, and I'm ashamed to chase the villagers away from the purple nuns.

Poem

Song Jiang Baishi

The Lantern Festival is the night of the lotus picking boat, the BMW car to pick up the falling tin;

The stormy night is deep and the people are dispersed, the lone lamp is still called to sell soup yuan.

Poem

Song Jiang Baishi

Valuable guests hooked curtains to see the Royal Street, the market treasures a moment to

Curtain before the trellis no way to travel, no money refused to return.

Note: The treasures here refer to the Lantern Festival

Moonless Lantern Festival

Qiu Fengjia

Three years of Moonless Lantern Festival

The moon should be in the hometown.

If I want to look for the moon in the sea and sky, I will dream of crossing the Kunyang Ocean at the fifth hour of the night.

The Lantern Festival and the Full Moon

The Ballad of Southern Fujian

The Lantern Festival and the Full Moon, the compatriots of Fujian and Taiwan are close to each other,

To bring the old and the young back to their hometowns, to end the long-lasting longing across the Taiwan Strait.

What does it feel like to have tears in your eyes? The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you again.

The Lantern Festival, the cooking of dumplings, the reunion of flesh and blood, the joy of the heart,

Men, women and children gathered around the table, the family ate the Shangyuan Pills together.

The blood of the cradle is hard to separate, and the leaves return to their roots."

"The Case of the Green Jade" (青玉案 元夕)

Song Xin Qiji

The east wind releases thousands of flowers at night, and even more so, the stars fall like rain.

The BMW carries the fragrance of the road, the sound of the phoenix Xiao is moving, the light of the pot is turning, and the fish and dragons are dancing all night long .

The moth and snow willow gold strands, laughing and smiling dark fragrance to go.

They were looking for him, but when they looked back, he was at the end of the fire.

Shengcha Zi Yuanxi

Song Ouyang Xiu

Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon reaches the top of the willow, and people meet after dusk.

This year on New Year's Eve, the moon and the lights are still the same.

I don't see anyone from last year, but my sleeves are wet with tears.

The Night of the New Year in Kyoto

Yuan Yuan

On the night of the New Year in Kyoto, I met a lot of people who were dressed up in costumes, and the lights in the six streets were haunted by the children.

What am I going to do with a long shirt, I am also in the laughter of the tourists.

The Lantern Festival

Yuan Lost Name

Love the Lantern Festival three or five scenery, moonlight, lights.

The moon is full of ice wheels, the lights burn the land and sea, and the people tread on the spring sun.

Three beautiful things can be better appreciated, four no love can hate hard to long.

Fear is the lamp dark radiance, people quiet desolate, corner Pin Nanluo, the moon under the West Wing.

Bianjing Yuanxi

Ming Li Mengyang

Zhongshan Ruzi leaning on the new make-up, Zheng female Yan Ji unique field.

Singing the spring music of King Xian, the moon is like frost outside the golden beam bridge.

The Lantern Festival

Ming Tang Yin

The lanterns without the moon are not entertaining, and the moon without lanterns is not considered spring.

Spring is like jade on earth, and the moon is like silver under the burning lanterns.

The streets are full of pearl and jade, and the streets are full of pianos and songs.

If you don't show your honor and open your mouth to laugh, how can you get rid of this good time?

The New Year's Eve lanterns

Ching Dong Shunmin

Hundreds of fire trees and thousands of gold shoes, BMW incense dust. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.

One feint of anger, one smile, the little maid help line timid.

The stone bridge is slippery with light yellow color, and I said to my mother in a low voice. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm afraid to go into the cold palace.

It's better to go back, it's hard to go back, it's always a reunion.

The Bamboo Words for the New Year

Qing Fu Zeng

The osmanthus fragrance is wrapped in walnuts, and the rice is like a pearl in the well water.

It is said that the Ma family is good in powder, and they sell the Lantern Festival in the wind of the test lamp.

The Lanterns of Lantern Festival

Tang Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty

It is a pity that the fire tree is a thousand years old, but I suddenly see the clear light reflecting the moon.

The shark's pearl is still carrying water, and the sleeve is full of cold.

Candle blossoms don't hinder the shadow in the air, and the giddy air is seen from the moon.

This is the first time I've ever seen the East Wind in my life, and I'm sure I'll be able to enjoy it all in the coming night.

The Qingming Festival Poem

Tang Du Mu

The rain falls one after another at the time of the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

The Cold Eclipse on the Way, Song Zhiqian of the Tang Dynasty

The cold eclipse on the way, the twilight spring on the way.

It is a pity to look at Jiangpu, and not to see the people of Luoqiao.

The North Pole is pregnant with a bright lord, and the South Sea is a desertion of ministers.

The old garden is a broken place, and the willows are new every day and night.

"Cold Eclipse" (Tang Jianzhong (SJ))

The city of spring is full of flowers, and the east wind of the cold eclipse makes the willows slant.

The candles were passed to the Han Palace at the end of the day, and the smoke was dispersed into the houses of the five vassals.

Song Wang Yuxiao (王禹俏)

No flowers, no wine, no flowers at Qingming, the flavor of the wild monks.

Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lamps.

Song Wu Weixin, "The Event of Qingming on the Su Causeway"

The winds of the pear blossoms are rising at the time of the Qingming Festival, and the tourists are halfway out of the city in search of spring.

At sunset, the pianos and songs were packed away, and ten thousand willows belonged to the warblers.

Song Yang Wanli, "Cold Food on the Mound"

The road is straight, and the bridge is dangerous. The bridge is not a bridge, but a bridge that can be helped.

The distant mountains and the maple are pale, and the broken house and the wheat are lonely.

The grass is still there in the spring, and the new road is not there in the last year.

The pear blossom has been in the air since the coldest day of the year.

Song Hao Cheng

Grass green field act at will, spring into the remote mountain blue all around;

Xing chase messy red through the willow alley, solid because of the flowing water to sit on the moss iso;

Mo resigned to the wine is very persuasive, fear of the wind and flowers of a piece of red;

Provided that it is a good day of the Ming Ming Dynasty, it may be worthwhile to tour the Yan Yan Mo forget to go back.

Sending Chen Xiucai back to his tomb

Ming Gaoqi

Full of blood, tears, and dust, he returned to his hometown after the chaos.

The wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves have children and grandchildren come?

"Qing Jiang Quotes"

Ming Wang Pan

Where is the good thing about the smoking ban on the West Tower?

The green field and the clear sky.

Horses neighing through the willow, people leaning on the swing and laughing,

The warbler flowers are always drunk with spring.

Duanwu Poem

Duanwu

Tang Wenxiu

The festival of the Dragon Boat Festival has been rumored to be Qu Yuan for ages;

It is a pity that the Chu River is empty, and that it cannot be cleansed of the wrongs of the upright ministers.

Seven melodies. Duanwu

Tang Yin Yaofan

The festivities of the youth are more than sentimental, and who knows how much emotion is born in old age;

It is not customary to use moxa, but I pray that the bushels of wine will speak of peace and prosperity.

This is the first time I have ever seen a man with a white head, and I have never seen a woman with a white head;

This is the first time I have ever seen a woman with a white head, and I have never seen a woman with a white head, and I have never seen a woman with a white head, and I have never seen a woman with a white head.

Excerpts from the Song of the Race to the Ferry

Tang Zhang Jianfeng

On the 5th of May, the sky was clear and bright, and the poplars crowed the eagles around the river;

Before the king of the country went out of the county, he heard the sound of the river in unison;

The king of the country went out on the river with the right intention, and the horses were already led by the red flag;

The two sides of the river were fragrant with the fragrance of the clothes on both sides of the river, and the hairpins shone on the sun like the edge of the frost;

The drums beat thrice and the red flag was opened, and the two dragons jumped out of the floating water.

The two dragons jumped out of the floating water;

Throwing on the waves, they flew ten thousand swords, and the drums split the waves and sounded a thousand thunderbolts;

The sound of the drums was quick, and the mark was near, and the two dragons looked at the mark as if they were in a moment of time;

The people on the slope were alarmed by the thunderbolts, and the colorful rainbows hung on the head of the pole, and the rainbow swooned;

The front boat had already won the mark in the water, and the rear boat was out of luck, but the latter boat had no chance of getting a mark.

Seasonal Order. Duan Yang

Qing Li Jingshan

Cherry mulberry and calamus, and buy a pot of xionghuang wine.

There is a yellow paper post hanging outside the door, but I suspect that the owner of the account is afraid of the spiritual talisman.

Seven Laws. Duanwu

Lao She

Duanwu coincides with the wind and rain, the village children are still wearing the old clothes;

We are invited to bring a straw raincoat, and we dare to be in love with the Cao Tang for the mud;

There are guests who are of one heart and one flesh and blood, and we don't have the money to buy wine and sell articles;

The year of this meeting, the fish is three feet, not like the fragrance of the bean flavor in the present day.

Mid-Autumn Festival Poem

Mid-Autumn Festival

Tang Li Park

The mirror rises up in the sky, and there is no sound of immortal music among the clouds;

A full round of autumn colors is shared equally, and a thousand miles of the cloudy streets are brightly lit;

The cunning rabbit falls from the outside of the strings, and the demonic toad is born in front of the eyes;

The spiritual hewers are going to make a promise to join hands with each other, and to wait for the Milky Way to be thoroughly cleared.

"Playing with the Moon on the Fifteenth Night of the August Moon"

Tang Liu Yuxi

The sky will be the moon tonight, and it will wash the world once again.

The summer has retreated from the nine skies, and the autumn is clear.

The stars give way to brilliance, and the wind and dew give rise to crystal.

The world of the world can be changed, and it is the Jade Palace.

The Song of Water

Song Su Dongpo

Mid-Autumn Festival in the year of the Bicentennial, I drank a lot. I was very drunk, so I wrote this piece, and I also remembered Ziyu.

When will the bright moon come? I'm not sure when the moon is going to come out.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that the jeweled towers and jade buildings

won't be as cold as the high places!

It's a good thing that I'm here.

Turning to the jade pavilion and the low ceiling, I can't sleep.

There should be no hate, why do things always turn out the way they should?

There is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time.

But I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.

The Mid-Autumn Moon

Song Su Shi

The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is spinning a jade disk without a sound,

This life and this night are not long, and the bright moon will be seen next year.

This is the first time I've ever seen the moon in my life.

This is the first time I've ever seen the moon in my life, and I've never seen it in my life.

Ask Hou Yi (姮娥) about his white hair and how he can be deceived by it.

Ride the wind and go, the sky is ten thousand miles long,

Straight down to see the mountains and rivers. Hacking off the laurel. The human way is clear light more.

Taiwanese ballad:

"Mid-Autumn Travel Thoughts"

The lone shadow looks at the split geese, the thousands of gold remembers the bad sable; the hometown remembers the moon in the autumn, the exotic night frightens the tide.

The hand has not climbed the Dan Gui, to still roll the edge of the banana; climbed the building of sadness, the west look at the sea and the sky is far away.

Moon Night Homesickness

The stars are sparse, the moon is cold, the Milky Way is cold, and the music is silent;

Where are the mountains and the homes?

The Torment

The night is deep, the moon hangs high in the sky, there is no sound; sleepy eyes are hazy,

it is like a dream; the life lying down and wandering to be restless, the homeland of the old country haunts the brain;

The bitter torment, return to the empty, such as the burning of the king's heart.

Changyang Festival Poem

September 9th Remembering Shandong Brothers

Tang Wang Wei

Alone in a foreign land is a foreign guest, every festival doubly think of relatives.

It is not easy to know where the brothers climbed up to, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty (唐杜牧)

Jianghan Autumn shadow of the geese first flew, and the guest with a pot on the Cuiwei.

It's hard to meet people in the world who can speak and laugh, and the chrysanthemums must be inserted all over the head.

But I'm not going to be able to get a tincture of Mo?t and Mo?t to pay for the festivities, and I'm not going to be able to climb up and hate the sunshine.

This is the only way in the history of the world, so why should I be alone in Oxford?

September 10th is the event of Tang Li Bai

Yesterday, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and today I will raise my goblet again.

The chrysanthemums are too bitter to be exposed to the two suns.

September 9, Xuanwu Mountain travel view Tang Lu Zhaolin

September 9, view the mountains and rivers, return to the heart of the accumulated wind and smoke.

The other country*** discretionary golden flower wine, ten thousand miles with the sadness of the sky.

Tang Wang Bo, nine days in Shu

September 9, looking at the township platform, his seat in his hometown to send the guest cup.

The people are tired of the pain in the south, and the geese are coming from the north.

September 9, Tang Wang Jin

More than Kyoto, the August frost grass has been withered.

Today, when I climbed up to the top of the mountain, I didn't know if I could find any chrysanthemums in my bottle of wine.

Nine Days of Yang Heng, Tang Dynasty

Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall along the hedges, and I pick chrysanthemums and drink wine to love the new fragrance.

It is not easy to look at the countryside today, but I am forced to insert a cornelian cherry with the crowd.

Drunken Flower Shade

Song Li Qingzhao

The mist and thick clouds are worrying about the eternal day, the Rui Brain pinned the golden beast.

The festive season and the sun, the jade pillow and gauze cupboard, the midnight cool through the first.

Don't worry, I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.

It's a good thing that you don't have a soul to lose, the curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than the yellow flowers!

Rhymes for Yangzhou on September 9

Chen Jiangzhong in the Southern Dynasty

The heart is chasing the southern clouds, the shape is following the northern geese.

The chrysanthemums under the hedge in my hometown, how many flowers are blooming today?

Drunk with the east wind, the ninth yuan Guan Hanqing

The title of the red leaves and clear flow of the royal ditch, and enjoy the yellow flowers of people drunken song building.

The sky is long and the shadow of geese is scarce, the moon is falling and the mountains are thin.

Cold and clear in the twilight of autumn, the decaying willows and cold cicadas a piece of sadness,

Who is willing to teach the white clothes to send wine.

The nine days of Ming Wen Sen

The chrysanthemum of the third year is not at home when it opens.

When will I expect to drink wine today, and suddenly I am interested in the flowers in my old garden?

There are clouds in the open field and geese in the cold sky.

There is no limit to how far I can look at the capital.

Poem for the Tanabata Festival

One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems

Han Unknown

The star of Altair is a long way away, and the star of Han is bright.

Touching the delicate hand, I work the loom.

All day long, I can't make a chapter, sobbing and weeping like rain.

The river is clear and shallow.

The water is full of water, and I can't say a word about it.

Seventh Night

Five Dynasties? Yang Pu of the Later Tang Dynasty

What if I had not met the Altair, but had to invite the Weaving Maiden to play with the golden shuttle.

Year after year, I begged the weaving maiden for a coincidence on earth, but I didn't realize that there were already many coincidences on earth.

Seventh Night

Tang Quan Deyi

Today's cloud crossing of the magpie bridge should not be a long way from the pulse.

Family members are so happy to open their makeup mirrors and wear needles under the moon to worship the ninth night.

Seventh Night

Tang Xuning

A magpie bridge crosses the sky, and a thousand jade pendants pass by.

There are still many years to go before we leave each other, and we are not as disappointed as the stars on the river drums.

Magpie Bridge Immortal

Song Qin Guan

The clouds are delicate, and the flying stars transmit hatred.

The moment we meet in the golden wind and jade dew, we are better than countless others on earth.

Love is like water, good time is like a dream, bear to take care of the magpie bridge return road!

If two lovers are in love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and in the evening?

Drunken answer to Jun Dong on the eve of the seventh lunar month, Ming Tang Xianzu

Jade Hall of Fame opens to the spring cuipin, and new words are sung in the Peony Pavilion.

Sadly, no one knows how to sing it, so I taught it to the young actresses by pinching the sandalwood marks.

Smoke outside the willow water outside the lake, the mountain eyebrow tantalizing blue moon eyebrow yellow.

Winter Solstice Poetry

Closely related to the winter solstice is the "Song of the Nine Nine Years," which has been passed down in Beijing for hundreds of years. Starting from the day of the winter solstice, nine days are counted as a unit, and nine nine days are counted in a row, so that winter will be over by the end of the nine nine days.

Small Solstice

Du Fu, Tang Dynasty

The time and the personnel of the day is in sync with the winter solstice, the sun is born in the spring again.

The embroidery of the five lines adds weak threads, and the blowing of the six tubes of the reed moves the flying ashes.

The bank is waiting for the willow, and the mountain is ready to release the plum.

The clouds are not different from the countryside, so I'll teach my children to cover the cups in their palms.

Winter Solstice

Tang Du Fu

Year after year, the day of the winter solstice is a long time for the guest, and suddenly the poor worry of mud murder!

The river describes me as being alone in my old age, and the customs of the sky are close to each other.

The staff quinoa after the snow in the Dan Gully, the sound of jade in the morning to disperse the purple Chen.

There is not a single inch in the heart at this time, the road is lost where to look at Sanqin?