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The more ancient poems about traditional festivals in China and their appreciation, the better.

Mid-Autumn Festival

Han and Wei poetry

1, an ancient poem with a bright moon in the sky

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name?

2. What is the name of the moon in ancient poetry?

Moon how bright, shine on my bed.

Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.

Who should you sue when you leave home alone?

Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

Step 3 complain about songs

Newly cracked, fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat.

If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.

Tang poetry

1. Li Bai: Guan Shanyue

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.

2. Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

3. Li Bai: Night thoughts

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

4. Liu: Moonlit night

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

5. Li Shangyin: Chang 'e

The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Tang poetry

6. Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night.

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

7. Zhang Jiuling: Full Moon Philip Burkart

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

8. Li Shangyin: Frost Moon

When I first heard that there were no cicadas,

A hundred feet of water meets the sky.

Young woman Su E is hardy.

Fighting in the frost in the middle of the month

9. Meng Haoran: I got pregnant under the autumn night.

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Qingming day

Tang jianxun

He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.

Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.

Hu Si Qingming Night Mourning

Don Li Qunyu

I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.

Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.

For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.

Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.

After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to look out.

Don Liu Changqing

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

Qingming Japanese song Jiang Huaiyou

Tangluoyin

Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.

For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.

Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.

Qingming is the most important.

Tang Meng Hao ran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

Qingming Festival

Tang Sun Changyin

In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.

Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.

Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.

Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.

In memory of my brother in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Don Wei Wu Ying

Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.

Chang 'an Qingming

Tangweizhuang

Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.

At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.

The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.

Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.

Qingming day

Tang Wen Ting Yun

In Qing E Painting Fan, the trees in spring are golden and red.

If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak breeze.

Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.

Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.

Yu Ting and Hu Langzhong's Banquet in Jinzhou during the Qingming Festival.

Tang zhangji

There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.

Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.

* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.

Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.

Tomb-Sweeping Day got pregnant from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.

Tang zhangji

It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring.

Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.

Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.

The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.

Jiangnan Qingming

Don Zheng Zhun

For four years, Chu Yi in Wushan changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming.

Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.

There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.

What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.

Qingming Festival

bright red

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.

Qingming Festival

Huang Songting Jian

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.

People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

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

Qingming Festival

Song Wang Yu

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

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