Ancient poems on traditional festivals.

Traditional festival poems are as follows:

1, thousands of families always change new peaches into old ones.

2, the child's name is Weng Qi, and today is the New Year.

3, wahoo silver, star bridge lock. 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.

In the easterly night, thousands of trees are blooming and there are many stars. 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. 5. On February 2nd, the new rain will be fine, and the grass will sprout for a while. Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words.

6, the spring tide didn't flat last night, and a rain urged the color to be half-contained. The wild goose called Yuanxiao to Saibei, and Yan took the news agency to Jiangnan. If you are unhappy, you don't have to swim in the flowers, and if you are sick, you don't have to buy a medicine basket. Only answer the public loyalty to heaven and earth and teach children to make a fuss.

7. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

8. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

9. Count Su Chunshan chasing Lu Lang. It's smoky during the Qingming Festival. Go back to wear a thin boat and slip on the bow, and get drunk and step on the residual flowers. The wind is rushing, the clouds are floating wild, and the rain falls on the square pond. I can't bear to look back, frogs are full of sunset.

10, painting a 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.