Seek two ancient poems about festivals in China and their corresponding English translations (ps: translation software such as Baidu Translation is not needed).

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

The moon at the fortified gate

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The moon rises brightly from the peak of heaven,

Across the boundless sea of clouds.

The wind blew violently for miles.

Over the proud Yumen,

Our soldiers marched along the border.

When the Tatars stare at the blue bay.

Extending from the battlefield to here,

No one has come back since ancient times.

The guards looked at the frontier,

Miss my hometown with longing eyes.

Their wives will be standing upstairs tonight,

Looking into the distance with a longing sigh. (translated by Xu Yuanchong)

Selling dementia

(Tang) Fan Chengda

On new year's eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the new year;

Children are called long streets, and people sell them if they have dementia.

The word "selling dementia"

(Tang)

On New Year's Eve, Genglan people don't sleep, and they are bored and slow to compromise;

Children call away Zhang Nan, Caiyun has dementia for sale.