What are the ancient poems about traditional festivals?

First, the Spring Festival (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.

Song Ouyang Xiu, inspector of the second Lantern Festival.

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.

See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

Third, Tomb-Sweeping Day Qingming Hall Du Mu

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.

Fourth, the Cold Food Festival is easy.

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

Five Poems by Mao Yizhong on the Dragon Boat Festival (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and the red pomegranate flowers are full of mountain villages.

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.

Sixth, Tanabata Qiao Qi Tang Linjie

See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.

Seven, the Mid-Autumn Festival Tianzhu Temple August 15th Night Devil Piri Show.

Jade falls on the moon, look for it in front of the store.

So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Eight, the Double Ninth Festival holiday in the mountains reminds me of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong.

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

I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.