Words about Chinese traditional festivals

Shui Tiao Ge Tou Dragon Boat Festival

Twilight hides the traces, and the stone sinks into the river. Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. The turbid waves are rolling eastward, the clouds are dreaming up and down, and the Chu land is also feeling sad. Jike writes in a Sao style, and worries about the article.

Playing drums, throwing rice dumplings, and packing up. The flying boat stopped the waves, waving its oars and lifting its arms, roaring wildly. The past is wandering, the sun is beautiful and the wind is calm, the three villages should be peaceful. Time flies by, but the spirit of justice will last forever.

Mid-Autumn Festival homesickness

Wandering away from home for decades

Tossing and turning tonight is the most difficult to sleep

Green Willow Pond next to the unknown village

Is there a moon to send my lovesickness

New Year's Eve to send my thoughts

The lanterns in ancient times are gone

Only the Lantern Festival is still sweet

Getting rid of the tears of lovesickness yesterday

Xide Wan'er's dream return

Where did the son open the sky to ask

How many times did he leave the country

The Yunmeng Ruliu Horse Walking Place

The fish beam must be endowed with jade to summon the soul

There are many visits during the holy dynasty

The good travels and friendships rarely go there

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The dragon boat on the road is intentional

We heard about the mountains and rivers and mourned the king and his grandson

Thinking of Li Bai in the quiet night

The moonlight was bright in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Song Xiaqu Lu Lun

The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and Shan Yu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring; no one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon comes to shine.

Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji

The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple, fish and fire are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

Qing Ping Tiao Li Bai

The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich; if we hadn't seen it on the top of a group of jade mountains, we would have seen it under the moon at Yaotai.

Folk Song

The moon crescents over Kyushu, making some families happy and others sad. Some couples live together in tents, while others are scattered in other states.

Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old trip to Guangling. Meng Haoran

The mountains are dim and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my land,

Weiyang recalls old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.

Long Night Travel by Du Fu

The shore is fine with fine grass and the breeze blows, and the boat is in a dangerous boat at night. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles?

Officials should retire due to old age and illness. What does Piaopiao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.

Jin Se Li Shangyin

The fifty strings of Jin Se are unprovoked, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

Untitled Li Shangyin

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to go to Penglai, and the blue bird is eager to visit.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and jade houses. It's so cold at high places, dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred. When will we always be kind to each other? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.

*Poetry--Inspirational

Ancient style Li Shen

Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death. It's noon on the day of hoeing,

The sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work.

Golden Threaded Clothes Du Qiuniang

I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes, but to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.

Chang Ge Xing

The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew. In the spring of Budeze, all things are radiant. I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the leaves will turn yellow and wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be sad!

Miscellaneous Poems Tao Yuanming

Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road. Scattered and turned around by the wind, this is no longer the case. We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood? Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again.

Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.

*Poetry - Farewell

Farewell Wang Wei

Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.

Weicheng Song Wang Wei

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.

There are strange trees in the courtyard

There are strange trees in the courtyard, with lush green leaves. If you climb a bar and lose your glory, you will leave your thoughts behind. The fragrance fills the sleeves,

The road is far away. This thing is not expensive, but I feel that it will last forever.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion and the emotional connection of literati. The following are famous lines related to the bright moon and Mid-Autumn Festival excerpted from poems from past dynasties.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. －Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon"

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. －Li Bai's "Guan Shan Yue"

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. －Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! －Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. - Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night"

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain. - Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night and the Moonlight"

On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was beside the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast? Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. －Bai Juyi "Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? －Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"

Ten frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. - Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky... People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. －Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will watch it again. The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the grass in the throat is humming and the grass is dew. There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon. －Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival"

The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? - Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel. - Mi Fu's "Climbing the Tower to Look at the Moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival"

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But if the call is taken, the jade fiber flute is blown, it will crack... If it is a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated. －Xin Qiji's "The River is Red"

Wait for the moon and raise your glass, calling the fragrant bottle into the green sky. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. －Wen Tianxiang's "Return to Dong Tiju to Invite a Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet"

The boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and we set off towards the long bridge to see the full moon. Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the falling eaves of a high pavilion. －Xu Wei's "Arrival in Jianning on the Fifteenth Night"

The autumn scenery is long, and the orchids, osmanthus and osmanthus are fragrant. The moon is bright and round, people are thousands of miles away, the wind is strong and the sail is light and the swallows are traveling together. －Zhang Huangyan's "Zhongqiu Mid-Autumn Festival"

*Poetry--Festival

Yuan Day Wang Anshi

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

Qingming Du Mu

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

Qiuxi Du Mu

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

Chang'e Li Shangyin

The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking over the long river. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

Cold Food Han Hong

Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind blows at the willow trees. At dusk, candles are sent from the Han Palace, and light smoke disperses into the houses of the five princes.

Bird Bai Juyi

Who knows that the lives of all living beings are small? General flesh and bones, general skin. I advise you not to hit the birds on the branches. The son is in the nest looking for his mother to return.

The Wanderer's Song of Meng Jiao

The thread in the hand of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are tightly sewed before leaving, fearing that he will return late, who can say the heart of an inch of grass,

Report three spring lights.

Sheng Cha Zi Ouyang Xiu

On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day; the willows nodded their heads in the moonlight, and people gathered around after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the lights are still the same; I don’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.

Passing through my old friend's village by Meng Haoran

My old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside. Open the garden to enjoy the wine and talk about mulberry and hemp; wait until the Double Ninth Festival to drink chrysanthemums.

*Poetry--Moon

Jingye Si Li Bai

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Song Xiaqu Lu Lun

The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring; no one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon comes to shine.

Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji

The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple, fish and fire are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

Qing Ping Tiao Li Bai

The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich; if we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon at Yaotai.

Folk Song

The moon crescents over Kyushu, making some families happy and others sad. Some couples live together in tents, while others are scattered in other states.

Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old trip to Guangling. Meng Haoran

The mountains are dim and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my land,

Weiyang recalls old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.

Long Night Travel by Du Fu

The shore is fine with fine grass and the breeze blows, and the boat is in a dangerous boat at night. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges over the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles?

Officials should retire due to old age and illness. What does Piaopiao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.

Jin Se Li Shangyin

The fifty strings of Jin Se are unprovoked, and each string and column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.