Words describing March 3 rd

1. What are the poems about March 3rd? 1. Memories about the events in Jiangnan in the last four days.

Tang dynasty: Zhang

The Yellow River flows around the county seat in the west, so there should be no baby tour.

In order to remember the water color of Jiang Chun, I went to Wuzhou with my dream.

Being sick is an important custom on March 3rd. On the fourth day of spring every year, a sacrificial ceremony is held at the water's edge to wash away dirt and eliminate ominous things. This is the so-called praise.

2, "thinking about the baby, Wei Bin should make it"

Tang Dynasty: Xu Yanbo

The whole week is sunny and sunny, and the willows are full of flowers in spring.

Everyone said they were waiting for the banquet, which was like a trip to Tianhan.

On the third day of March, "the sun is shining, the rain is raining, the frost is flowing, and the clouds are surging". This kind of beautiful scenery is the heyday of literati gathering on the waterfront and drinking and writing poems.

3. March 3rd

Eastern Jin Dynasty: Yu Yan

The heart knot spreads to Zhu, and the eyes are scattered outside the clouds.

Clear springs spit green streams, and grass floats far away.

You have to look forward to Changchuan, as light as a belt.

4. "The gift on the last day of Qujiang banquet is this."

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

What happens if you're still drunk?

Hanyuan is very kind and Qujiang is full of spring.

Flowers are low, prostitutes are ashamed, and warblers scatter to make clear songs.

* * * The road to peace and happiness, Yuan and Sheng Yonghe.

5, "Enjoy Lotte March 3"

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

In the old year, I was drunk after a day, but I got sick after a day today.

Leaning against the broken curtain, it is a pity to waste the spring dynasty.

March 3, also known as Youth Day. As the saying goes, "it only takes March 3 to find spring." There is still a saying of "taking a walk" in Shaanxi today.

6. "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days"

Tang Dynasty: Changjian

When the rain stopped, Yang Lin went boating in Yonghe for three days.

The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest.

7. "Ten boring quatrains in the rain on March 3"

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

The village specializes in finding flowers, and there are flowers that it only cares about.

It is better to lie down and listen to the spring rain, which is noisy and sparse.

2. I didn't find any ancient poems describing the March 3rd Poetry Festival, but I found some poems about March 3rd, as follows.

March 3 Qujiang catering system

Wang Wei

Thousands of officials like to travel in Henan.

Welcome from the upper garden to the middle stream.

Two on the road.

Du Fu

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.

Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.

"On March 3rd, a banquet was ordered for Kunchi Palace and the village."

Zhang said

In Tian Quan, downstairs of Phoenix, the orchestral strings on Nautilus Island are turning.

Old acquaintance Pingyang Kerry, today is the last year.

The boat has been moving for thousands of days, and the smoke is on both sides of the forest.

If you don't let the jade people watch the drinking, who will make a drunken dance party?

March 3

Baijuyi decoction

On the third day of March, the window screen of the painting hall brushed the eaves.

Lotus seeds taste several cups of cold wine, while philosophers try spring clothes.

Looking in the mirror in front of the pool reflects flowers on every household.

Pointing to Lounan to play with the new moon, Jade Hook has two slender hands.

3. The origin of March 3rd and the words and feelings about the activity.

March 3rd can be postponed until Fu Ji. Fuxi and his sister, Nu Wa (tuán), made people on the earth and gave birth to offspring. In eastern Henan, Fuxi is regarded as the "ancestor of mankind", and the ancient temple of Taihaoling was built in Huaiyang (the capital of Fuxi). From February 2nd to March 3rd of the lunar calendar, the Temple Fair of Taihaoling was held. Good men and women all gathered in the mausoleum area to worship their ancestors.

The third day of the third lunar month is also the day when the legendary Queen Mother opens a flat peach party. There is a seven-character poem in Dumen Zayong in the late Qing Dynasty, which describes the grand occasion of the temple fair in that year: "Born in spring on the third day of March, watch the Pan Taogong burn incense; The wind rises slightly along the river and the red dust is everywhere. " Legend has it that the Queen Mother of the West was originally the patron saint of a primitive tribe in western China. She has two magic weapons: one is to take the elixir of life, and the other is to eat peaches-flat peaches, which can prolong life. The legendary Chang 'e flew to the Moon Palace after stealing the elixir from her husband Hou Yi. Since then, in some strange novels, the Queen Mother of the West has been described as the god of longevity.

Worship ancestors, sweep graves and sing songs.

Bullfighting, Touma.

Catch the dance floor, torch dance, sword dance, bamboo pole dance and dragon lantern dance.

4. Writing landscape poems in March: butterfly lovers Song Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Mulan tree

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

See Meng Haoran again on the way to Yangzhou.

Author: Li Bai

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

5. What poems are there in Shangsi Festival? Selected ancient poems on March 3. On March 3, Qujiang catered to Tang Wangweiwan's Lent Festival, and thousands of officials liked to visit Henan.

Welcome from the upper garden to the middle stream. Vegetation is connected, mountains and rivers are crowned.

Draw a flag and shake it. Spring clothes are full of Tingzhou. Under the immortal dragon media, Shen Gaofeng stayed.

Since then, hundreds of millions of years old, Tianbao Ji Chunqiu. "Feng He Sheng Zhi and the princes' princes' Longchi Spring Festival on March 3" Wang's story is about the Spring Festival, and the new palace shows a tour of Henan.

The monarch moved the phoenix chariot, and the prince went out of the dragon building. Covering Wang Chen's work, the cup is like a flowing water.

Jin people came to hold swords and draw snipes to return to the ship. Garden trees float in the palace, and Tianchi shines on the crown.

Zhang Chen is on the cloud table, like a complete imperial country. "The Last Day of the Flower Banquet with Qi Xianggong" In the late spring of Luluntang in Zhong Ling, I flew to Yan Qunying.

Yao, full of Luo Jinqiong. Holding a cup and putting it far away, touching things and having sex.

The tree is green and the lake is bright. Courtesy is reciprocal, modest and profound, and the toilet is full of flowers.

Remember the glory of the mountain and be proud of it. "On Thinking" Cui Yutang Huang Chengchun, Jingshi Chen.

Parking must be near the water, and the music should be shocking. Ride on the weak willow barrier and watch the people on the pontoon bridge.

It's still early, but it's more important for Kowloon and Tianjin. On the last day, I hosted a banquet for Qujiang, that is, "On the last day, I sent a message to Wang Jiujiong".

Cockfighting eats cold food and shoots in front of the hall. The weeping willows are connected with golden dikes, and the flat sand is covered with green curtains.

I don't know where there are a group of sages when Wang Yi is few. "Shangsifu Jiangyan Yundeyaozi" Wang Guangsheng at the end of the year, and Nakagawa flourished. Green hills are full of leaves and red flowers.

Springs ring behind the stream, and Hong Ying shines on the front bridge. Looking at the spring, the river road is full of waves.

On March 3rd, the weather was new, and many beauties took advantage of the Chang 'an waterfront to enjoy the cool. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.

Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. Cui, who hangs down from his temple, is a lotus leaf hanging on his lips; The beads behind them press the waist and weigh the body steadily.

Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin. The jade steamer is served with fragrant pots and purple humps, and the crystal plate is served with delicious white fish.

They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife. The yellow door can't fly, bringing precious dishes from the royal kitchen.

When the solemn flute and drums called the gods, the guests came to Tianjin from the miscellaneous army. Finally, ride slowly, a noble knight! Take it off in the pavilion and put it on the embroidered carpet.

Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief. Moxibustion hands can be very hot. Watch out for the Prime Minister and watch him frown.

6. A poetic description of my birthday on March 3rd? I was born in this passionate March. In March, romantic cherry blossoms, peach blossoms and plum blossoms are blooming beautifully.

In this beautiful spring, there are always some touching feelings, which gradually spread and spread quietly, and there is an invisible abyss hidden in my heart. This season is suitable for lyricism. I want to write many love poems. I hope every word and sentence is you.

Although there is nothing about you in the world, I am eager to open my eyes and see your shadow everywhere. Did you get a look at him? Breeze blowing, elegant and light petals dancing gently, as if the tenderness hidden in the heart can also be turned into a smile in an instant, as beautiful as those flowers.

Memory is a necessary life course. I stop and go in my memory, and pure reincarnation must go through years. Countless assumptions about spring, all kinds of imaginations about you, bloom in the depths of this spring, over the grass, over the sea of hearts, over this passionate season, like a graceful poem, hidden in the bottom of my heart.

I am waiting for the feather to turn into a butterfly in my poem, just like those beautiful stamens, and finally only the last petal is left, as lonely as me. When spring begins to sing, people are intoxicated with singing. The beautiful Nujiang Grand Canyon, with countless beautiful mountains and rivers, conforms to my thoughts and twists and turns in my thoughts, so that I can freely express my feelings.

The warm breath of March always evokes some uneasy feelings, which makes my thoughts begin to flood inexplicably and freeze into pages of fragrant peach blossom poems. What I hate most is that your figure, your breath, so completely and clearly enter the dream.

I remember you once told me that even if I wither into a broken chrysanthemum, you will love me well and make your loving heart intoxicated, and you will cherish this hard-won fate. Now, it's late at night, and I'm gently combing through 3,000 thoughts, with graceful thoughts and those lost times, remembering the romance and beauty of meeting you and me.

The city lights are still bright, and the lights that warm your dreams have fallen asleep. I always like to keep you in my heart. Now, let me hang you in the sky. I want your eyes to be as bright and naughty as twinkling stars, as if watching me fall asleep quietly. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I can't stop the spring scenery all over the mountain, the inner river, and let all the damp breath stop in the dark, just like I can't stop thinking of you.

Look, how beautiful this peach blossom is. After the stunning, the flush in the corner of the eye has not faded. Tonight, let me write a beautiful and affectionate love poem, and let me be intoxicated in this poem full of thoughts, just as I am intoxicated in your eyes.

Don't complain, your oath has become the most gorgeous dream of my life. No matter how they travel through the storms of the years, I can only silence my mind and let the years settle.

I know even if I try my best, I can't follow. What is drifting away is your back, which will only be fixed as a sad landscape in my heart.

At the moment, the wind is very strong, my heart hurts slightly, and the feeling of loneliness always comes too fast. While the oblique wind and drizzle haven't wet our eyes, while there is still Bai Yueguang like silver tonight, let the night like water extend indefinitely, and let us remember each other firmly.

20 12.03.2 1 miss spring in March Merlin's emotional monologue prose poem 2065438+March 2003, early spring. Merlin garden.

At the age of 26, I am like fog, rain and wind. Gently, gently close to the words of your white snake like Jiangnan.

The raindrops wet the ribbon. At this time, I am Xu Xian, an official who is wearing a dark blue shirt and reciting poems and painting by the West Lake. After spring, I approached the broken bridge on the West Lake, and you gave me an oil-paper umbrella at Bridge 24.

Flowers, blooming enchanting, with delicate fragrance, poetic feelings and undercurrents. Looking back at my blue shirt, your West Lake water has drunk all my life's thoughts.

In this way, I hid the deep feelings of this life and the afterlife, searched silently in the text, and saw through you when there were vicissitudes! ? Like fantasy, like dream, like yarn. Soft, soft, in the mirror fog, a soft spring water rises slowly, revealing a white suit. You are a weak white lady, and the tea is fragrant.

At this time, the spring is full, the blue sea is clear and the sun is shining. I miss you very much, whispering poetic soft words in my ear with the most charming posture.

Between the lines, there are endless tenderness, rippling in the heart, faint fragrance, eyebrows and eyes like hooks, and when you are smart, you are immersed in the fragrance you suddenly meet. ? When you come, the wind chime under my maple tree will shake a poem for you.

Every word is an intoxicating expectation. That's the whisper of heart condensation. If you stand in the wind, you can listen.

Careless exhaustion Shu Mei and Meiyuan, a poem that wakes up in spring, will never make you cry for the despair of the world again. I use the charm of words.

The stories of our Millennium began to extend in love. Please extend your tender and sweet hand, hold our coolness from generation to generation, and never let go.

? I really want to be close at hand and far away, so we sit by the window all our lives. If I can turn into a shining star and spend every night with you, as long as you don't cry, you won't feel lonely. Even if you let me cut Yushu like WU GANG and never break it, as long as you laugh, I am willing to warm your heart with the only strength in my life.

? You gave me three years of happiness and made me look back. I want you to be gentle and affectionate all your life. You have been my white mother for three years, and I am willing to be your Xu Lang all my life.

You used sweet words for three years, and your melody lingered in my heart. I really want to hear your breathing without distance every night. Tonight I close my eyes again and listen to your sad melody with my heart. Let the inner quiet thoughts fall in love with a sandalwood umbrella in Jiangnan. I live under an umbrella, floating and flowing, singing softly for you.

Under the window of Meilinxuan, my flute is ringing, just for you. I gently played a drunken song and cried my eyes. You once gave me all your love in the language of flowers. I deeply, deeply remember that every word you ever said was your lips quietly opened in my ear, like the wind. You gave me a thousand gentle smiles at that time, which has warmed my heart.

You gave me a calm look, and my heart lit up. With a touch of shyness, you fell into my poetic wind shadow, blowing a pool of water and emitting a pink fragrance.

You are a clear water mirror.

7. A poetic description of my birthday on March 3rd? I was born in this passionate March. In March, romantic cherry blossoms, peach blossoms and plum blossoms are blooming beautifully.

In this beautiful spring, there are always some touching feelings, which gradually spread and spread quietly, and there is an invisible abyss hidden in my heart. This season is suitable for lyricism. I want to write many love poems. I hope every word and sentence is you.

Although there is nothing about you in the world, I am eager to open my eyes and see your shadow everywhere. Did you get a look at him? Breeze blowing, elegant and light petals dancing gently, as if the tenderness hidden in the heart can also be turned into a smile in an instant, as beautiful as those flowers.

Memory is a necessary life course. I stop and go in my memory, and pure reincarnation must go through years. Countless assumptions about spring, all kinds of imaginations about you, bloom in the depths of this spring, over the grass, over the sea of hearts, over this passionate season, like a graceful poem, hidden in the bottom of my heart.

I am waiting for the feather to turn into a butterfly in my poem, just like those beautiful stamens, and finally only the last petal is left, as lonely as me. When spring begins to sing, people are intoxicated with singing. The beautiful Nujiang Grand Canyon, with countless beautiful mountains and rivers, conforms to my thoughts and twists and turns in my thoughts, so that I can freely express my feelings.

The warm breath of March always evokes some uneasy feelings, which makes my thoughts begin to flood inexplicably and freeze into pages of fragrant peach blossom poems. What I hate most is that your figure, your breath, so completely and clearly enter the dream.

I remember you once told me that even if I wither into a broken chrysanthemum, you will love me well and make your loving heart intoxicated, and you will cherish this hard-won fate. Now, it's late at night, and I'm gently combing through 3,000 thoughts, with graceful thoughts and those lost times, remembering the romance and beauty of meeting you and me.

The city lights are still bright, and the lights that warm your dreams have fallen asleep. I always like to keep you in my heart. Now, let me hang you in the sky. I want your eyes to be as bright and naughty as twinkling stars, as if watching me fall asleep quietly. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I can't stop the spring scenery all over the mountain, the inner river, and let all the damp breath stop in the dark, just like I can't stop thinking of you.

Look, how beautiful this peach blossom is. After the stunning, the flush in the corner of the eye has not faded. Tonight, let me write a beautiful and affectionate love poem, and let me be intoxicated in this poem full of thoughts, just as I am intoxicated in your eyes.

Don't complain, your oath has become the most gorgeous dream of my life. No matter how they travel through the storms of the years, I can only silence my mind and let the years settle.

I know even if I try my best, I can't follow. What is drifting away is your back, which will only be fixed as a sad landscape in my heart.

At the moment, the wind is very strong, my heart hurts slightly, and the feeling of loneliness always comes too fast. While the oblique wind and drizzle haven't wet our eyes, while there is still Bai Yueguang like silver tonight, let the night like water extend indefinitely, and let us remember each other firmly.

20 12.03.2 1 miss spring in March Merlin's emotional monologue prose poem 2065438+March 2003, early spring. Merlin garden.

At the age of 26, I am like fog, rain and wind. Gently, gently close to the words of your white snake like Jiangnan.

The raindrops wet the ribbon. At this time, I am Xu Xian, an official who is wearing a dark blue shirt and reciting poems and painting by the West Lake. After spring, I approached the broken bridge on the West Lake, and you gave me an oil-paper umbrella at Bridge 24.

Flowers, blooming enchanting, with delicate fragrance, poetic feelings and undercurrents. Looking back at my blue shirt, your West Lake water has drunk all my life's thoughts.

In this way, I hid the deep feelings of this life and the afterlife, searched silently in the text, and saw through you when there were vicissitudes! ? Like fantasy, like dream, like yarn. Soft, soft, in the mirror fog, a soft spring water rises slowly, revealing a white suit. You are a weak white lady, and the tea is fragrant.

At this time, the spring is full, the blue sea is clear and the sun is shining. I miss you very much, whispering poetic soft words in my ear with the most charming posture.

Between the lines, there are endless tenderness, rippling in the heart, faint fragrance, eyebrows and eyes like hooks, and when you are smart, you are immersed in the fragrance you suddenly meet. ? When you come, the wind chime under my maple tree will shake a poem for you.

Every word is an intoxicating expectation. That's the whisper of heart condensation. If you stand in the wind, you can listen.

Careless exhaustion Shu Mei and Meiyuan, a poem that wakes up in spring, will never make you cry for the despair of the world again. I use the charm of words.

The stories of our Millennium began to extend in love. Please extend your tender and sweet hand, hold our coolness from generation to generation, and never let go.

? I really want to be close at hand and far away, so we sit by the window all our lives. If I can turn into a shining star and spend every night with you, as long as you don't cry, you won't feel lonely. Even if you let me cut Yushu like WU GANG and never break it, as long as you laugh, I am willing to warm your heart with the only strength in my life.

? You gave me three years of happiness and made me look back. I want you to be gentle and affectionate all your life. You have been my white mother for three years, and I am willing to be your Xu Lang all my life.

You used sweet words for three years, and your melody lingered in my heart. I really want to hear your breathing without distance every night. Tonight I close my eyes again and listen to your sad melody with my heart. Let the inner quiet thoughts fall in love with a sandalwood umbrella in Jiangnan. I live under an umbrella, floating and flowing, singing softly for you.

Under the window of Meilinxuan, my flute is ringing, just for you. I gently played a drunken song and cried my eyes. You once gave me all your love in the language of flowers. I deeply, deeply remember that every word you ever said was your lips quietly opened in my ear, like the wind. You gave me a thousand gentle smiles at that time, which has warmed my heart.

You gave me a calm look, and my heart lit up. With a touch of shyness, you fell into my poetic wind shadow, blowing a pool of water and emitting a pink fragrance.

You are a clear water mirror.

8. March 3rd is a traditional festival of the Han nationality and many ethnic minorities, and it is the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar.

It was called Shangsi Festival in ancient times. According to legend, March 3rd is the birthday of the Yellow Emperor. China has had "On February 2nd, the dragon looked up; I was born in Xuanyuan on March 3rd.

After Wei and Jin Dynasties, Shangsi Festival was changed to March 3, which was followed by later generations, thus becoming a festival for Han people to drink by the water and have a spring outing in the suburbs. Directory [hide] poems and movies of the same name related to traditional festivals and holiday customs; Brief introduction of the movie plot; Watch songs of the same name; Poems and movies of the same name related to traditional festivals and holiday customs; Look at the song of the same name [edit this paragraph]; Traditional festivals can be pushed to March 3 rd diary fu.

Fuxi and his sister, Nu Wa, unearthed human beings to reproduce. In eastern Henan, Fuxi is honored as the "ancestor", and the ancient temple of Taihaoling was built in Huaiyang (the capital of Fuxi). From February 2nd to March 3rd of the lunar calendar, the Temple Fair of Taihaoling was held. Good men and women all gathered in the mausoleum area to worship their ancestors. The third day of the third lunar month is also the day when the legendary Queen Mother opens a flat peach party.

There is a seven-character poem in Dumen Zayong in the late Qing Dynasty, which describes the grand occasion of the temple fair in that year: "Born in spring on the third day of March, watch the Flat Peach Palace burn incense; The wind rises slightly along the river and the red dust is everywhere. " Legend has it that the Queen Mother of the West was originally the patron saint of a primitive tribe in western China.

She has two magic weapons: one is to take the elixir of life, and the other is to eat peaches-flat peaches, which can prolong life. The legendary Chang 'e flew to the Moon Palace after stealing the elixir from her husband Hou Yi.

Since then, in some strange novels, the Queen Mother of the West has been described as the god of longevity. In ancient times, the third day of the third lunar month was the birthday of the Taoist Zhenwu Emperor.

Zhenwu Emperor's full name is "Beizhen Naive Takeda Xuan Emperor", also known as Tian Xuan God, Xuanwu, Zhenwu Zhenjun. Hua Li was born in the ancient Xuanyuan world on March 3, and is the orthodox god in charge of military affairs and wars in Taoism.

Taoist temples all over the world will hold a grand ceremony on March 3, and Taoist believers will burn incense and pray in temples or recite scriptures at home on this day. The Monument to Zhenwushan Zhenwushan gives a concise and artistic explanation of the origin of Zhenwu, the main Zhenwu Dojo in China and the "benevolence" of Zhenwu's "saving the army".

It explains the reason and significance of people commemorating Zhenwu Emperor on March 3rd. In ancient times, the third day of March was regarded as "thinking", and the Han Dynasty was designated as a festival.

"Today is the third day of the month, and the officials and the people are all on the east running water (clean). It is called "removing dirt (disease)" (Book of Rites). Later, water banquets and outings were added.

In the evening, every household sets off firecrackers and blows ghosts in every room of the house. It is said that ghosts haunt everywhere on this day. Festival customs Han people have the custom of eating local vegetables and boiling eggs.

On that day, there were activities such as cup-shedding, egg-shedding, jujube-shedding, begging for food and wearing willow rings, exploring spring, outing, eating polished rice and singing. On the third day of March, in addition to offering sacrifices, Han people gradually developed into folk activities such as playing by the river, meeting men and women and enjoying flowers.

Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "on the third day of the Third-month in the freshening weather, Chang 'an has many beauties by the water". In the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu also wrote: "The West Lake Tomb-Sweeping Day is beautiful and full of prosperity.

Who is fighting for the way? Green willows and bamboos push the cart.

Tourists will go at dusk and wake up drunk and noisy. "All these show that the custom of March 3 was still prevalent in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

At the same time, this festival is also a day for men and women to go out for an outing. In China, it is also called Valentine's Day and Daughter's Day. On this day, girls of the Han nationality celebrate Daughter's Day. March 3rd in Taiwan Province Province and Fujian Province is the "March Festival", which means "Pick rat grass (Qu) and make rice noodles as a souvenir, and worship them first" (the official records of Taiwan Province Province in Tommy Tam). Some people will choose Shangsi Festival on March 3rd to visit their graves, which means both going for an outing and dispelling ominous meanings.

There is a "March Meeting" in Zhongxian County, Sichuan Province, and a grand event is held to commemorate the anti-enemy general Man Zi. On that day, the crowd carried the statue of Ba Man Zi and marched around the city, followed by the social fire team, playing dragon lanterns and dancing lions. Everyone decorated lanterns and set off firecrackers, which was very lively. Zhuang people, more than March 3rd, caught up with the Song market, set up the Song shed, and held the Song Hui. Young men and women sing, touch eggs, throw hydrangeas and fall in love.

According to legend, it is also called the Song Fairy Festival, which was formed to commemorate Liu Sanjie, a singer of Zhuang nationality. Most Zhuang people sweep graves on March 3, and usually steam five-color glutinous rice on March 3.

Dong people hold more activities than festivals, such as fireworks, bullfighting, Touma, singing duets and stepping on the hall, also known as the "Fireworks Festival". Buyi people, in festivals, kill pigs to sacrifice social gods and mountain gods, eat yellow glutinous rice, and don't talk to each other for three or four days.

Yao people regard March 3rd as "Ganba Festival", which is a collective fishing and hunting festival. They distribute the caught wild fish door to door, enjoy the joy of harvest, and then gather in the square to sing and dance to celebrate the festival. She nationality takes March 3rd as Gu Mi's birthday, and every household eats black rice.

Legend has it that Lei Wanxing, a hero of the She nationality in the Tang Dynasty, led the rebel army to fight against the encirclement and suppression of government troops, and his military strength increased greatly because of the black barnyard grass fruit. On March 3, the breakthrough was successful, and Lien Chan was victorious. In order to commemorate this event, she people eat black rice on March 3 every year and get together to sing.

Among the She people, March 3rd is an important festival that can be compared with the Spring Festival. On this day, every household will slaughter animals and sacrifice to their ancestors.

Many families often choose this day for their wedding. Eat black rice on holidays.

When night falls, there will be a bonfire party to compete for songs. She nationality is good at singing. On this day, she singers from all over the province are often invited to perform on stage, and the scene is very warm.

During the festival, we should catch up with the dance floor and dance with torches, wood blade, bamboo poles, dragon lanterns, lion dances and fish lanterns. At the same time, there are She folk competitions such as asking for stools, making stone drills, sticking belly stickers, holding poles and driving wild boar.

The "March 3rd" festival is the epitome of the cultural history of the She nationality, with distinctive national characteristics and strong local flavor, which has irreplaceable value in building a new countryside and strengthening national unity. Because the She people live scattered in the underdeveloped areas along the southeast coast, with the modernization process and the changes in the living environment of the She people, the language, costumes, songs and dances of the She people are gradually sinicized, and the traditional festival activities of "March 3" tend to shrink, which needs urgent protection.

Li people call March 3rd "the blessing of the year", which is a festival to wish "mountain orchids" (dry valleys in mountainous areas) and harvest hunting, and it is also a day for young men and women to communicate freely. People call it love day. There is a story about its origin.