What are the poems about traditional festivals?

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tang Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

"I know where my brothers are climbing from a distance, and one person is missing from the dogwood." On Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Memory of Shandong Brothers" in Tang Dynasty

"Firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze warms Tu Su." Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri

"A cupcake is like chewing the moon, with crispness and elegance in it."

"The ice on the river is green, so is 3355." Su Zhe (outing) in Song Dynasty

Poems for the Spring Festival:

Tian Jia Yuan Ri (Tang) Meng Haoran

I returned to the north last night and set out from the east today; I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money.

Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Wang Anshi in Yuan Dynasty (Song Dynasty)

In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Dragon Boat Festival:

Song (excerpt) (Tang) Zhang Jianfeng

On May 5, the sun was shining, and Huayang sang Xiaoying by the river. Before the monarch left the county, he heard the harmony on the river early;

The monarch came out, and the horse was led by the red flag; The clothes on both sides of the strait smell fragrant, and the silver hairpin shines on the frost blade;

The drums sounded three times and the red flag opened, and two dragons jumped out of the water; Shadow waves fly to Wan Jian, and the drums sound like thunder;

The drums are getting closer and closer, and the eyes of the two dragons are like an instant; The people on the slope thundered and the rainbow on the pole was dizzy;

The front boat won the bid to launch, and the rear boat lost momentum and waved.

Jielingmen. Duanyang (Qing) Li Jingshan

Cherry mulberry and calamus, and buy a pot of realgar wine. There is yellow paper hanging outside the door, but I suspect that the account owner is afraid of spells.

Tanabata:

One of the nineteen ancient poems (Korean) is anonymous.

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Touch your hand and make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, with many differences. Between water and water, there are no words.

Lantern Festival:

Cui Night in Yuan Dynasty (Tang Dynasty)

Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, the iron lock will be opened all night; Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?