Ancient poems about traditional festivals

Ancient poems about traditional festivals;

1. "Yuanri" Wang Song Anshi

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.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

2. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi"

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. 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.

3. Du Fu, giving clothes at noon.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor gave precious court clothes, and the favor was added. The fragrant silk is spun into fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind blows as white as new snow. From the sky, rain and dew are mixed, but in the heat, it is very cool to wear it. The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life.

4. Tang's "Mountain Holiday"

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

5. "Qixi" sound

In the winding corner of the Milky Way, it is a beautiful day, and the family is laughing and eating a red feast.

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Fragrant curtains are clustered in rows, and gold needles are put on to worship Chanjuan.

If you don't report the copper pot, you will know, and you will be sad for another year.

6. Dragon Boat Festival Tang Wenxiu

The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan.

I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight.

7. Except at night

"Wen Song Tian Xiang.

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.

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