There are poems about traditional festivals.

The following poems are all serious descriptions of holiday scenes and festive atmosphere, and few are dedicated to describing things.

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New Year's Eve/Spring Festival

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"Yuecheng Zhangshaofu, New Year's Eve Club"-Tang Meng Haoran?

All along, the two have a good relationship and know each other intimately. ?

After dark, people will light red candles and wait for friends' birthday party. ?

During the dinner, the singers sang the old song of Plum Blossom, and everyone drank the newly steamed white wine, pushed a cup for a change, and occasionally there was a game in which drinkers bet. ?

The author is wandering around now, enjoying the past, year after year.

January Day —— Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty

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.

Except the snow at night-Song Luyou

On the fourth day, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God has given us comes on New Year's Eve, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp.

Except at night-Dai Song puffer fish

Sweep the huts to clean up the hubbub and worship the nine heavens.

Everything comes in spring to send wax, and tonight is the end of the year.

Make a fire and roar with bamboo, and then listen to the praise of pepper when you are old.

Wild travel predicts that farming will be good and snow will not disappear in three winters.

New Year's Day in the Sino-Japanese War —— Confucius in Qing Dynasty

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of ups and downs, and the old-age stove actually sleeps.

Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and spend all the spring money.

Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters.

Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao.

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Lantern Festival (also known as Shangyuan Festival)

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The fifteenth night of the first month-Tang 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.

Night light on the fifteenth day of the first month-Tang

Thousands of doors were unlocked and brightly lit, and they moved to Dijing in the middle of the first month.

Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.

Watching the Lights for Fun —— Don Li Shangyin

Everything owned by the emperor is full of moonlight like water, lanterns like mountains, and gorgeous and eclectic carriages block the spacious avenue.

In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.

Watching Lights for Fifteen Nights —— Don Lu Zhao Lin

Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.

The color is far, and the light is far.

After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.

Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

Born in Teahouse —— Song Ouyang Xiu

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.

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.

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Tomb-Sweeping Day/Cold Food Festival

? Note that the ancient Cold Food Festival was the first memorial day for the people in Tomb-Sweeping Day one or two days ago, and it has been integrated into Tomb-Sweeping Day in modern times.

Tomb-Sweeping Day-Tangdumu

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.

Cold Food and Wild Hope —— Don Bai Juyi

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

Tomb-Sweeping Day-Song and Huang Tingjian

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

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Wine in Qingming Festival-Zhu

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

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The Cold Food of Assistant Minister Zheng Qi —— Song Yang Huizhi

During the Qingming Festival, I went out of the suburbs and went to Liuyingmen in Gushan City.

Water is separated by light smoke to repair the bamboo temple, and the road passes through the village of sparse rain and falling flowers.

It is hard to get drunk when the wine is thin in cold weather, but it is easy to break the soul when the ground is high.

Looking back thousands of miles away, who should I tell when my heart is gone?

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Dragon Boat Festival

Poem of Crossing Race/Looking at Crossing Race from Houjiang, Sending History to Yingyuan-Don

Xi Shi looked at the engine in front of the inn and thought about the Dragon Boat Festival for a long time.

When encouraged, the thunder is weak and the snow is smaller than the animal's head.

The rushing waves highlight people's attention, and the jumping waves compete for the birds to fly back.

Kong Lung didn't believe me, so he won the championship.

Three Dragon Boat Festival Poems —— Song Zhao Fan

Said to throw the poem to him, where he drowned himself in the Milo River. He was very happy today.

Try to smell the wood-seeking monk and wish him good luck.

Advice need not sink to death, leaving articles with stars.

What's the point? Let's drink more wine and sing you a long song.

It is windy and rainy every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, which seems to be a grievance for Qu Yuan.

I want to talk to anyone I want.

Ji You Dragon Boat Festival-Yuan Beiqiong

There is always sunshine in the end, and Miluo has nowhere to hang her soul.

Liu Hua should laugh at each other and wake up alone without wine.

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Qixi Festival

Tanabata-Yin

In the winding corner of the Milky Way, it is a beautiful day, and the family is laughing and eating a red feast.

We should thank Nvzhu for writing Tan Lang's wonderful article.

Fragrant curtains are clustered in rows, and gold needles are put on to worship Chanjuan.

If you don't report the copper pot, you will know, and you will be sad for another year.

Tanabata-Tangquan Deyu

Today, it is clear that the clouds have crossed the magpie bridge, which should not be in the same strain, a distance.

My family likes to wear makeup mirrors and needles on the ninth night of the next month.

Tanabata-Tang Xuning

Magpie Bridge is vast, and a thousand sounds of Yu Pei pass Lingling.

There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.

Jojo-Don Ringer

See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

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

Tanabata and Grandson —— Ren Xigu in Tang Dynasty

Two autumn leaves, the goddess Yuan, the fairy princess of Tanabata. The shadow shines on the prostitute in Heyang, and the color is beautiful.

The magpie bridge swings out, and the dragon car flies outside the clouds. The dew is low and the beads are low, and the clouds are moving.

The yellow moon sets deeper, and the night is long and the stars are thin. After the empty reception, Fang Biao identified the daughter machine.

Tanabata Song-Don Wang Jian

Watching the stars by the river alone makes it difficult to weave Tencel at night. Shuttle-picking vibrating pliers can move freely,

Because of lack of sleep in autumn. Tonight is far away, the river is separated, and the dragon drives the magpie to fill the stone.

Fringed green tents among the stars, surrounded by silent lights. The feelings of the two are lingering and lingering.

I am afraid that the autumn wind will give birth to the road. Fortunately, I am willing to go back to LaVida, and I have to wait. Don't start a new year today.

Stop the car before the stars come out.

Hanzhuang Kuizhou Tanabata-Qing Yao Xie

Mulan paddles the lotus country, and the hall is cool at night.

There is water outside the smoke. Outside the Liusi Lake, the mountain eyebrows are green and yellow.

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Mid-Autumn Festival

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong-Don Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August —— Tang Juyi

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to 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 15, the devil of Tianzhu Temple-Tang Piri Xiu

Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.

So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Two Poems by jathyapple on August 15th —— Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the 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.

A little lower than Wushan gorge, it is still called Baidicheng. The air is full of darkness, and the wheels are half bright and half dark.

Diao Dou urged the dawn, but the toad was on her own. Zhang Gong leans against mental disability, not only the Han family camp.

Mid-Autumn Moon-Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival-Qinghuilin

The Zen flavor makes the guests worry and makes me clear and full of buildings.

Have you ever had a few days off in January? It's a rare time in a hundred years to jump into the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chrysanthemum stays in Chongyang for a long time, and Gui Xiang stays in the upper bound.

I don't know who will continue to travel in the cold

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Double Ninth Festival

"September 9th" —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Decadent autumn is dusk, with dew in the wind.

The creeping weeds are no longer brilliant, and the garden trees are empty and withered.

I'm not the only one in the clear sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Cicadas don't cry, geese sing in the sky.

If everything is different, isn't life very tiring?

There is nothing since ancient times, I am anxious to see it.

Why do you make me feel? Turbid wine makes its own pot.

I don't know for thousands of years, and I will never finish talking.

On Shandong Brother Tang's Thought of Mountain Living and Vacation

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.

Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days-Tang Du Mu

On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

September 9th in Xuanwu Mountain —— Don Lu Zhaolin

Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, returning to the heart and looking at the wind and smoke.

In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.

"Climbing the mountain with Zhang in Hunan on the 9th"-Tang? Yin goes first.

On the first day of the Double Ninth Festival, there was no fly ash.

Lonely wind cicadas come, even frost geese come.

Under the red leaves of the mountain pond, the shore chrysanthemum blooms purple.

Today, I am really ashamed of Meng.

Nine Days in Taohuawu —— Song Sushi

Last year, it was impossible to say that Chongyang in Cheng Nan was at midnight.

Water thundered at the gates, and mud rained everywhere at the gates.

No one asked about Huanghua wine, and returned at dusk to wash boots and socks.

I don't know if there will be another year, just take a sip of my face.

Don't be afraid of thin red wine, it's better than shoveling it in the mud.

The Yellow House has not yet been built, and the Qinghe River has been frosted.

The morning dew is like a drizzle, and there is no Chihiro brake in Nanshan.

In front of the building is a piece of Wang Yang, and downstairs is a rolling Kong Wen.

In the cold, people are old and awesome, and hot wine is the first pressure.

When it disappears, I will see the fishing village at sunrise and I will see the fish in the water in the distance.

Poets and brave people are mixed with dragons and tigers and geese and ducks dancing in Chu.

Don't leave a glass of wine when it belongs to you. This is not a definite place.

Wine-Song Songqi

In the autumn night, the heavy things are heavy in the morning, and the high platform is ringing.

Enjoy the hat before the wind falls, promote drinking and fight for blowing hops.

The stream is crystal clear, and the sun is pale but not rosy.

It's silly to be a white-headed satrap. I'm full of dogwood to ward off evil spirits.

Two Rhymes: Li Jiutian Climbs South Mountain-Song Dynasty

Lin Pingguang leaves ride on a barren platform, and mountain temples ring bells to report the sunset.

Personnel are born today, and cold flowers were fragrant last year.

The towel feels more frosty and the language is wonderful.

The tree fell apart and the stream continued, and the day was even busier.