Traditional festival poems (indicate what festival it is),

Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. Blowing down, the stars are like rain. 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.

2. Spring Festival; 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. Tomb-Sweeping Day;

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

4. Mid-Autumn Festival.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.