Ancient poems with traditional festivals

Ancient poems about traditional Chinese festivals

1. Ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival:

1) Li Bai's "Thoughts of a Quiet Night" ：

The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The moonlight in front of my bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground.

2) "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" by Wang Jian, Tang Dynasty:

Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the osmanthus blossoms are wet with cold dew. Tonight the moon is bright and people are all looking at it, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on.

3) "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi, Song Dynasty:

The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is turning a jade disk without a sound. This night will not last long, but the bright moon will be there next year.

4) "Song of Songs in Water" by Su Shi (宋蘇轼)

明月几时有？ I'm not sure if the palace in the sky is the same as the one in the sky this evening. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that the jeweled buildings are too high to be cold. I want to dance and make a clear shadow, it is like being on earth!

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Cherry House, the light sleepless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this. But I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.

2. Ancient poems about Spring Festival:

1) Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day":

The sound of firecrackers is the sound of a year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. A thousand doors and tens of thousands of tels, always changing the new peach for the old one.

2) (Tang) Gao Shi's "New Year's Eve":

The hotel's cold lanterns do not sleep alone. I'm thinking of my hometown tonight, and I'll have another year of frosty temples in the morning.

3) New Year's Eve: Wen Tianxiang

The world is empty, the years go by; the end of the road is full of wind and rain, the poor side is full of snow and frost.

The life of the world is over, the body and the world are all forgotten; there is no more dream of the Tusu, and the night is still young.

3, about the Qingming Festival of ancient poetry:

Du Mu "Qingming":

The Qingming Festival rain has been, the road pedestrians want to break their souls. I ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

4, on the Chung Yeung Festival of the ancient poems:

1) Wang Wei "September 9 Day Memories of Shandong Brothers"

Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly homesick. I know from afar where my brothers climbed to the heights, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.

2) (Tang) Meng Haoran's "Autumn Ascent to Wanshan Mountain" (秋登万山寄张五)

北山白云里，隐者自怡悦。 When we look at each other, we climb up to the top of the mountain, and our hearts fly out with the geese.

Sorry because of the twilight, Xing is a clear fall hair. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this.

The trees in the sky are like chestnuts, and the river is like the moon. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

3) (Song) Li Qingzhao Drunken Flower Cloud

The mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, Rui Brain eliminated the golden beast. The festival is again the sun, jade pillow gauze cupboard, midnight cool first penetration.

Don't worry, I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, because I'm going to be able to do it.

4) Mao Zedong Cai Sang Zi "Chongyang" (October, 1929)

Life is easy, but it is hard to grow old. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are very fragrant.

Once a year, the autumn wind is strong, not like the spring light, but better than the spring light, the lonesome river sky is frosty for ten thousand miles.

5, about the Dragon Boat Festival poetry:

Du Fu "Dragon Boat Day clothing"

Palace clothes are also famous, Dragon Boat Festival was honored. The fine kudzu is soft with wind, and the perfumed roses are light with snow.

Since the day of the question at the wet, when the summer to write to clear. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.

Duanwu Tang Wenxiu

The festival of Dragon Boat Festival has been rumored to be Qu Yuan for ages;

It's a pity that the Chu River is empty, and I can't wash away the grievances of the upright ministers.

6, about the cold food festival of ancient poetry:

1) Meng Yunqing "cold food":

February south of the river full of flowers, the cold food in other places is far from sad. The poor often have no fireworks, not only in the morning for the son to push.

2) Han Shide (翃) "Cold Eclipse":

There is no place where flowers don't fly in the spring city, and the east wind of the cold eclipse makes the willow slant. At sunset, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the houses of the five vassals.

3) (Tang) Han constrained "The Night of Cold Food":

The winds of the gentle cold and Jian Jian, the red apricot blossoms of the small plums and snow. The night is deep, and the pavilion is hazy in the smoke and rain.

7, about the Lantern Festival poems:

1) (Tang) Su flavor "the night of the fifteenth day of the first month":

The fire tree silver flowers together, the star bridge iron locks open. The dark dust goes with the horses, and the bright moon comes with the people.

2) (Song) Xin Qiji's "The Case of the Green Jade on the Eve of the New Year":

The east wind releases thousands of flowers at night, and even blows down stars like rain. The BMWs and carvings filled the road with fragrance. The phoenix xiao is moving, the jade pot light turns, the night fish and dragon dance. The moth's snow willow gold strands, laughing and smiling dark fragrance to go. I've been looking for him for thousands of years. When I look back, the man is in the place where the lights go out.

3) (Song) Ouyang Xiu, "Shengcha Zi", "Yuanyuanyi"

Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon was in the willow tresses, and people were about after dusk.

This year on New Year's Eve, the moon and the lights are still the same. I don't see anyone from last year, and my tears are all over my sleeves.

8, about the seventh day of the seventh month of the ancient poem:

(Song) Qin Guan "magpie bridge fairy"

The delicate clouds, the flying star hate, the Yinhan long distance darkness. The first time we meet in the golden wind and jade dew, it is better than countless other things on earth.

Love is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge and return to the road. If love is a long time coming, how can it be in the morning and in the evening?

Tang Luoyin

The Nymphaeaceae are in the sky, and the family is having a red feast. I shall pour out the treasures of Xie's daughter, and write a book of Tanlang's embroidery.

The fragrant tents are arranged in a row, and the golden needles are threaded to pay homage to the lady. The copper kettle will tell us that the day is about to dawn, and we will be disappointed for another year of good times

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