Poetry describing national customs

Poetry about ethnic customs 1. What poems describe ancient national customs?

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. "Don Tu Mu's Qingming Festival-Qingming Festival

"I know where my brothers are climbing from a distance, and one person is missing from the dogwood." In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Living in the Mountain in Remembrance of Shandong Brothers"-Chongyang

"Firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze warms Tu Su." Wang Anshi's January Day-Spring Festival

"A cupcake is like chewing the moon, with crispness and elegance inside." Su Song Dongpo = = = Mid-Autumn Festival.

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

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 of Saidu (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 on the night of Lantern Festival (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?

Poetry (Song) Jiang Baishi

The Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus boat, and the BMW car picks up the cymbals;

On a stormy night, people go to the empty building, and the lonely lamp still calls for selling glutinous rice balls.

Winter solstice:

multiplication table

1929 did not shoot;

Walking on the ice in 3949;

5969 see willows along the river;

79 rivers open 89 geese;

99 plus 19, plowing cattle everywhere.

2. Ancient poems about folk customs

1, the one-year-old firecrackers of Wang Anshi, the author of "Yuan Ri", sounded in the Song Dynasty, and the spring breeze entered Tu Su in send warm.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. Vernacular translation: in the sound of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones. 2. Fu Zengqing, the author of "Shangyuan Ci", wrapped the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing with walnuts, and the rice was like a pearl.

I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind. Vernacular translation: Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnut kernel, and pearl-like glutinous rice is washed with well water.

It is said that Ma Siyuan's zongzi is very good, and it sells Yuanxiao in the wind by the light of the lamp test. 3. Ouyang Xiu, author of "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi" Last year, the flower market was brightly lit as day.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. On the fifteenth day of the first month of last year, the lights at the flower market were as bright as during the day.

The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year.

Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears. 4. Han Yitang, the author of "Cold Food/Cold Food is Things", is flying everywhere, and the cold food is easterly.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. Vernacular translation: In the late spring, Liu Xufei falls everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind blows the willow branches in the imperial garden during the Cold Food Festival.

As night falls, the palace is busy distributing candles, and the smoke from the kitchen chimney is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles. 5. Lu You, the author of Five Poems by Mao Yi, was a good village in Song Chongwu, with many pomegranate flowers. The poet ate two dumplings, and the executive was on the mugwort.

I'm still busy taking medicine and prescriptions, trying to get sick safely this year. After this, it was time for the sun to set, and the family was ready to eat and drink. He drank the wine happily.

Vernacular translation: The Dragon Boat Festival has arrived, and the fiery pomegranate bloom has spread all over the mountain village. People eat jiaozi horns and put mugwort leaves in their crowns.

I am busy storing medicine and preparing prescriptions to make myself safe and disease-free this year. After all this, it was already sunset, his family had already prepared tables and drinks, and he began to drink happily.

3. Write ancient poems about folk customs

On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. In autumn, Du Mu's "Silver Candle Qiu Guang" painted a cold screen, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Cold food Han Yichun city is full of flowers, and cold food Dongfeng willow branches. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

The gregarious bird Bai Juyi? As common as flesh and blood. I advise you not to pat a bird. My son will be in the nest waiting for his mother to come back.

Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed them carefully and mended them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home, but how much she loved the grass an inch long won three spring flowers. On the night of January last year, the flower market was brightly lit; Liu Weitou on the moon, people about after dusk.

On the moonlit night of January this year, the moonlight is still there; I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

4. Folk poetry

Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao ascended to heaven, and the fairy in the clouds was silent; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.

"Playing the Moon on August 15th" (Tang) Liu Yuxi will wash the world again tonight. Go to Qiu Lai in summer.

The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.

"Water Tune Song Tou" (Song) Su Dongpo was drinking happily in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people can live a long life, and the spring breeze will warm them into Tu Su.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong who are in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed out that last January night, the flower market was brightly lit, like daytime.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.