Extracurricular poems about festivals and solar terms

1. The poems accumulated after class are about festivals.

Poetry about festivals accumulated after class 1. Fill in the blanks.

1. Through reading in and out of class, we have accumulated many poems describing holiday customs. For example, January Day: (firecrackers are one year old, and spring breeze warms Tu Su)

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Can you write two such poems? (cherry mulberry calamus, buy a pot of realgar wine), (yellow paper is hung outside the door, but the account owner is afraid of charm).

2. Different regions and nationalities have their own unique folk customs. In Beijing,

Tibetan opera (with strong and distinctive national characteristics and irresistible artistic charm), Hakka (residential), bamboo house (Dai family) and optimistic people (Hetian Uygur) all let us feel colorful folk customs paintings.

2. Poetry accumulated after class

Qian Shan is green, and the heart of the moon is a pearl-Bai Juyi (Tang)-Spring Lake, the sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely-Du Fu (Tang)-Jianghan, full of birds, full of birds in the spring stream-Wang Wei (Tang)-Bird Stream, the moon is clear, listen to a cup today. Asking for wine from heaven —— Su Shi (Song Dynasty)-"Water Tunes the Song Tou" The moonlight is drunk and flowers bloom in the mountains —— Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)-"I sent ice to Wei Nanling, and I visited it in yujiang county County on impulse. When I met Yan Shangshu, I smiled with this gift", but it was the middle of the month, and the light should be clearer ——— Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-"One hundred and fifty nights to the moon"

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's clothes are wet, and Liu Feng's face is cold. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow.

-Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream.

-Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

-Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountains were empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:) (Meng Haoran: Chunxiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

(Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber.

(Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

(Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.

(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads are jumping on the boat. It's nice to know that there is a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road tried to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life.

In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.

Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.

Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.

This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall from her sad white face, pear blossoms hate clouds in spring rain, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.

-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.

Write down your accumulated ancient poems and sentences related to traditional festivals.

Spring Festival poetry

Tianjiayuan Day

(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.

Selling dementia

(Tang) Fan Chengda

On new year's eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the new year;

Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia.

Except at night.

(Tang) Legu

It's a matter of unity being empty, and Wan Li is lovesick overnight.

Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

The first day of the lunar month

(Song) Wang Anshi

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.

Yuanri Yulouchun

Maopang (Song Dynasty)

Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.

Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

New Year's Eve

Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

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

Pay new year's call

(Ming) Wen Zhiming

I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

Is new and correct.

Julia (Ming)

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Add the New Year, and the old mountains and rivers will spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun.