What are the ancient poems describing traditional festivals?

1) Wang Anshi's January Day

The roar 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.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

2) (Tang) Gao Shi's Night Work

The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

3) Wen Tianxiang at night

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The road is full of wind and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.

Life fades with the years, and the body is forgotten.

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

2. About Mid-Autumn Festival

1) Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking

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

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

2) Tang, "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?

3) Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Song Sushi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

4) Song Sushi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! 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 has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

3. Ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) Song Wenzhi

Cold food immediately, one is late spring.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

The old garden is heartbroken, and the willows are new day and night.