Complete works of ancient poems about traditional festivals.

Wang Song Anshi

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.

first day of the lunar month

Xin Qiji in Southern Song Dynasty

Old illness forgets the season and still sleeps in the morning.

The child is awake. Today is the New Year.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month

Don Su Weidao

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.

The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.

Green Jade Cup: Lantern Festival

Song Xin qi Ji

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.

BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for him in the crowd,

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

cold drink and snack

plum

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

cold drink and snack

prosperous

I have eaten cold food seven times and have never been to a graveyard.

His hometown is separated by mountains and rivers.

The moon flies in the black magpie, and the cuckoo sings in the empty mountain.

Gao Tang with white hair, tears in the morning and evening.

day of mourning

Don Dumu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Yuezhou Guan Dujing

Don Zhang said

Painting flying boat, the two compete with each other.

The color of the low-lying mountains changes and the spray floats.

Clay is still very popular in San Lv. Two women are traveling by the river.

Sing a song to welcome Meng Lao and dance solo to send Yang Hou.

Drum South Lake Bell, bid for Xiyou Building.

Often speeding, not afraid of the sun.