Poetry about festivals (poems describing festivals)

1. Poems describing festivals wait until Shan Ye holiday, and I will come back in chrysanthemum season.

(Double Ninth Festival) It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Tomb-Sweeping Day) When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season.

It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. You can climb the peak of a thousand feet, but one person is not as good as one. On the Double Ninth Festival, thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.

Dragon Boat Festival is glorious. (Dragon Boat Festival) Petunia leaves Hexi and Weaver Girl is in the east.

Who looks the same on Tanabata? (Tanabata) The stars are dotted and decorated with Zhu Guang, and the Tanabata Palace is busy. (Tanabata) In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, sending you to sing on Mulan boat. "

When is the bright moon (Mid-Autumn Festival)? I take my glass from a distance. Children stay up all night (Mid-Autumn Festival).

(New Year's Eve) "There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique. At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the Hall of the Five Emperors. "

This is a famous sentence by Han Yi, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, describing the spring scenery of Chang 'an, the capital of the Cold Food Festival. Day and night of the winter solstice in Handan (Tang Dynasty), Bai Juyi met the winter solstice at Handan Post Station and hugged his knees in front of the lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle on the Lantern Festival, fanning a small fan at the fireflies. The night in Tianjie was as cool as water, and he lay watching the cowherd and the weaver girl. On Tanabata, close to the sun, the flying pavilion by the lake shines on the cold pond.

Huanghua should laugh at the tourists and climb high in a foreign land every year.

2. What are the ancient poems about festivals? During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Cold food on the road Tang Song Wenzhi met cold food immediately, and it was already late spring on the road.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night. Cold food Tang Hanyi Spring City is full of flowers, and cold food Dongfeng willow branches.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. Lumen's matter is that Ji Geng, Zhang Tang recruits love ships, and spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous sentence describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: When the spring in the south reaches the halfway point, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.

In the Qingming Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian celebrated Tomb-Sweeping Day, while Taoli smiled and Noda was sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. "

In The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Wang Yuqiao lived a life without flowers and wine, and his taste was as bleak as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

Tomb-Sweeping Day in Su Causeway is Wei's belief, pear blossoms are at the tip of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and wanderers are looking for spring in other places. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.

On the cold food burial, Song went straight to her husband Yang Wanli! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. Enjoy the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival and drink alone. Li Bai is from from a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.

Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.

Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is cold and sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.

I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?

Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.

Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.

On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Seeing the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is a high mountain in front of Su Shi's bright moon, and thousands of feet has white hair with red light. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.

Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.

Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.

Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.

The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.

Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.

3. Ancient poems about various festivals except night.

Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Dragon Boat Festival

(Tang) Wenxiu

The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan.

I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight.

Seven laws. Dragon Boat Festival

Yin (Tang)

Teenagers are more affectionate on holidays, but when they are old, they will feel sad;

It's useless, but just pray for wine and wine.

The temples add white heads every day, and pomegranates bloom every year;

Thousands of years of sages and fools are instantaneous, and several people are lost in several names.

Mid-Autumn Festival

Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Play with the moon on August 15th.

(Tang) Liu Yuxi

Tonight the sky will wash the world again.

Go to Qiu Lai in summer.

The stars are shining and the breeze is bright.

What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.

Double ninth festival:

& lt& amplt； Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong & gt；;

Author: Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Qingming Festival

Dondum

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

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

the Lantern Festival

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

Su Daowei (Tang)

Fire tree silver flower pass, star bridge lock.

The lamp tree shines brightly. As soon as the moon comes.

Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined.

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.

Last night in the Yuan Dynasty

Cui ye

Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, the iron lock will be opened all night;

Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?

4. What poems describe festivals?

New Year's Eve:

Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,

The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of families are dying,

Always trade new peaches for old ones.

(Wang Song An Shi "Yuan Ri")

Lantern Festival:

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

(Ouyang Xiu's "Life Checker")

Lantern Festival,

Combine the weather,

Second, there is no wind and rain.

(Li Qingzhao's Happy Forever)

Cold food:

Spring city is full of flowers,

Cold food, east wind and willows.

(Han Yi's cold food)

Qingming:

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

(Du Mu's Qingming)

Dragon Boat Festival:

At the end of the song,

Draw a waterwheel in front of Quting.

(Liu Yuxi's Du Jingqu)

Tanabata:

Day and night are as cool as water,

Lie down and watch the morning glory and Vega.

(Du Mu's Tanabata)

Mid-Autumn Festival:

The moon, now round at sea,

At this time of the end of the world * * *.

(Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking of a Man in the Distance")

Wish people a long time,

Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.

(Su Shi's Water Tune)

Chongyang:

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

(Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")

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Tibetan poems on Valentine's Day

Affectionate, Hua.

Love Bai Baihe.

There are both China festivals and Western festivals.

Say hello to the old man.

Le Man Gan Kun joined hands early.

Christmas Tibetan poems

The rainbow edge of the holy light.

Give birth to a snow fairy with silver gauze falling.

Happy sky annual celebration

Le Xiao Tian Xiao Yao is still under construction

5. Poems describing traditional festivals in China 1 and poems describing the Double Ninth Festival-

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

2. Describe the Spring Festival-

first day of the lunar month

Wang 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.

3. Describe the Lantern Festival-

Yuan, production inspector

Ouyang Xiu

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.

At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

4. Describe Tanabata-

Begging for cleverness

challenger

Tonight on Tanabata, I will watch Bixiao and lead the cowherd and weaver girl across the river bridge.

Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.

5. Describe Qingming-

ito

Du Mu

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

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

I chose it from 300 Tang poems and primary school textbooks. I wonder if I can adopt?

6. Recommend some ancient poems 1 describing traditional festivals in China. Spring Festival:

first day of the lunar month

Wang Anshi (Song)

Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

2. Lantern Festival:

On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month; Lantern Festival; night of the 15th of the first lunar month；Lantern Festival；yuanxiao

Tang Yin (Ming)

The moon without lights is not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring.

When spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and the moon burns like people under the lamp.

The streets are full of pearls and green flowers, all singing and competing with the immortals.

How can you get rid of this wonderful moment if you don't show your respect and smile?

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day:

Qingming Festival

Du Mu (Tang)

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

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

4. Dragon Boat Festival:

Dragon Boat Festival

Wen Xiu (Qing)

The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan.

It's ridiculous that the Chu River is too empty to be washed away.

5. Mid-Autumn Festival:

Festival moon

Su Shi (Song)

The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

6. Double Ninth Festival:

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei (Tang)

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.

I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.