What are the poems about traditional festivals

Poems about traditional festivals are as follows:

1. Take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival when the sky is high and the clouds are light

Take advantage of the sky being high and the clouds are light; the sky is high enough to keep the emperor far away, and the clouds are light enough to keep the winds close. Hit the horse to go, that horse is their own eyes. Although long ago myopia, but also still diligently, walk on his three thousand years, string on his string of ten thousand relatives, walk the wood door cloth, also walk the mansion of the elegant scholar. A line of poetry introduces a thousand porches, the wind lightly ringing bells to welcome me; rain beating bananas to keep guests.

Who knows my past life, who knows my present life. Said only that after the rain lotus pond, more than a red dragonfly standing on the buds, said only that the autumn cicadas called Cui, full of the essence of the garden green trees, said afraid to say ah, dipped in a chrysanthemum fragrance, two sleeves of the dew, still as yesterday, the hand is still the book of tattered poems ......

2, Lushan mid-autumn moon

Mid-autumn, that a gold coin hanging in the The gold coin that hangs in the sky, generation after generation, pays for mankind's inflated expenses, and the night lights of the world's metropolis are transparent. The moon is like old matte glass, claimed by human ingenuity, decorating paper landscapes, like a piece of illuminated scars, lights robbing the dark night.

Publishing the fear of animals, the earth was knocked out by the biological clock, along with the harvest of tsunamis, hurricanes, with the years of great earthquakes. To Mount Lushan, combing in the mirror, a handful of moonlight running water, the face of pure, look up, the pine branches of the mountain streams after the rain, connected to the heights and far away; the pearl of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, break free from the pain, fell all over the Mount Lushan, which I put in my arms.

3, the mid-autumn moon

If you still need to fictional round of the full moon, please do not choose the 15th of August, the day of the moon is a constant moonlight a thousand years, the moon has always insisted on the established light and rising way, the moonlight will not be this day, change the direction of the shine, it has decided all the direction, listen to the so-called home, is to rotate with the wind, swabbing the light of a part of the moonlight, the home is full of too many warm and cold. The home is full of too much warmth and coldness.

From the hands of the grandparents to take over the melon-like home, like taking over the latest moonlight, and warm and cold borrowed the same light, at the moment, the moon rose, it wants to bend the figure of who, dyed silver. The moon it lives in the sky, just like we live on earth, the moon it brings the nostalgia of the hometown, gently to our ears.

Makes us enjoy unfamiliar mountains and rivers, streets and villages, makes distant relatives, seem close, makes the call of home play in the heart.