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Poems for Traditional Festivals

Ching Ming Festival

Ching Ming (Du Mu)

There are many rains at the time of Qingming Festival

The pedestrians on the road want to break their souls

Where can I find a tavern

The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village in a distant place

Chongyang Festival

Remembering my brothers in Shandong Province on the ninth day of the ninth month of the 9th month of the 9th year of the 12th year of the Lunar New Year

I am alone in the foreign land and am a stranger to others

I think of my relatives twice as much at festive occasions<

The place where the brothers ascend

The place where the cornel dogwoods are inserted is less than one

Mid-Autumn Festival

The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of the August Moon (Du Fu)

The full moon flew in a bright mirror, and the heart of the returner folded his big sword.

Turning the canopy and traveling far away, climbing the laurel and looking up to the sky.

The waterway is suspected to be frosty and snowy, and the forest is full of feathers.

The white rabbit is now looking at me, and I want to count the hairs on my head.

Duanwu Day Giving Clothes (Du Fu)

The official clothes are also famous,

Duanwu is honored by grace.

The fine kudzu is soft with wind,

the fragrant Luo is light with snow.

The colors of the lanterns are far away from the ground, and the light is far away from the sky.

The stars are falling from the sky, and the moon is hanging from the building.

Some other kind of smile, to reflect the nine branches of the front.

Seventh Night

One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems (Han) Anonymous

The star of Altair is a long way away, and the star of Han is bright.

Touching the delicate hand, I work the loom.

All day long, I can't make a chapter, sobbing and weeping like rain.

The river is clear and shallow.

The water is full of water, and I can't say a word about it.

Spring Festival

Yuan Day (Wang Anshi)

The year is over in the sound of firecrackers,

The spring breeze brings warmth into the tassel;

The day of the pupil of a thousand doors is over, and the new peach is always changed into the old one.

The new peach is always changed into the old one.

The new peach is always changed into the old one.

That's all I can think of

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