Poems describing traditional Chinese festivals and writing the names of the festivals

Separated some potentially problematic words by adding the word "chalk".

1. Spring Festival

Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day"

Blasted bamboo chalks the sound of chalk in the middle of the year,

The east wind sends warmth into the Tu Su.

A thousand gates are teeling,

All new peaches are changed into old ones

2. Yuan Xi (the fifteenth day of the first month)

Sheng Zha Zi Yuan Xi (the evening of the first month of the lunar year)

(Song) Ouyang Xiu

On last year's Yuan Xi (the night of the first month of the lunar year), the city of flowers and lamps were as bright as the daytime.

The moon is at the tip of the willow, and people are about 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 I have tears on my sleeves.

3. Qingming

Du Mu's "Qingming"

There is a flurry of rain at the time of the Qingming Festival,

and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where are the taverns,

The shepherd boy pointed to the village of apricot blossoms from afar

"Cold Eclipse"

(Tang) Han Shide (Tang Dynasty)

Spring city is full of flying flowers everywhere,

the wind is blowing from the east and the willows are slanting in the cold eclipse.

The day is chalky when the wax candle is passed on to the Han Palace,

and the light smoke is dispersed into the houses of the five lords.

5. Tanabata

One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems

(Han)anonymous

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

Touching the delicate hand, the loom is in a state of flux.

The day is over, and the tears are like rain.

The river is clear and shallow.

The river is clear and shallow, how far away from each other?

6. Mid-Autumn

. Du Fu: Remembering my brother in the moonlit night

The drums of the garrison broke the line of people, and the sound of a wild goose on the edge of autumn.

The dew is white from tonight, the moon is bright in the hometown.

All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death.

The letter I sent to you never reached me, and I have not yet rested.

Zhang Jiuling: Looking at the Moon and Remembering the Distance

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at the end of the world.

They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life more comfortable.

It is not possible to give a gift with your hand, but it is a good idea to go back to bed and dream of a better time.

Li Bai

The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Lift your head to look at the bright moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown.

7, Chung Yeung

Wang Wei, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers"

Only in a foreign land for a foreign guest

Every festive season is twice as homesick

Distant to know that the brothers climbed to the heights

All over the chalk inserted chalk cornelian cherry and cornelian dogwood less than a person

Over the old man's village

Tang * Meng Haoran

The late man chalk with chalk and chickens and chalk millet, and invited me to the field house. He invited me to his home in the field.

The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are beyond.

It was a feast for me, and I was talking about the mulberry tree.

When the sun comes back, I will come back to the chrysanthemum flower.