3 Ancient Poems About Festivals

Han Ling Tang

There is no place where flowers do not fly in the city of spring, and the east wind of cold food is slanting in the willows.

The candles are passed around the Han Palace at sunset, and the light smoke is scattered into the houses of the five lords.

(Cold Food)

Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9

Wang Wei, Tang

Alone in a foreign land, I think of my relatives twice as much as I think of them at festivals.

We know where our brothers climbed to the top of the mountain, but we have to put in cornelian cherry trees to make sure that we are not alone.

(Chongyang)

Seventh Night

Du Mu Tang

The clouds and the moon and the ground are all over each other.

I hate the rain of tomorrow's car wash, but I don't want to cross the river of heaven with my feet.

(Tanabata)

This is the first time I've ever seen you in a car.