Excerpts from the accumulation of traditional festival poems

Double Ninth Festival-I know where the brothers climb from a distance, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.

Dragon Boat Festival-Dragon Boat Festival is in midsummer, and it is longer when the weather is sunny.

Spring Festival-firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.

Mid-Autumn Festival-The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver-haired people turn to the tracts silently.

This life is not a good night. Where to see the bright moon next year?

Spring Festival: Family 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.

2, "Selling Dementia Words" (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.

3. Except Night (Tang)

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.

4. Yuan Day (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.

5. Yuan Yu Ri Lou Chun (Song)

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.

6. In addition to the night (Southern Song Dynasty) Wen Tianxiang

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.

Dragon Boat Festival: May 5th (May)

Qu Shi has sunk to death, and the Chu people can't bear it.

Why not slander, but want to be a dragon?

Hate before death, not after death.

Yuan Xiang Bi Tan Shui wants to see the striker.

Dragon Boat Festival (Zhang Lei)

The race has been deeply saddened for thousands of years, and the loyal soul can return after it has gone.

The country died today, leaving only Li Sao in the world.

This is the Dragon Boat Festival (Beiqiong)

There is always sunshine in the end, and Miluo has nowhere to hang her soul.

Liu Hua should laugh at each other and wake up alone without wine.

Watch the game in the afternoon (Bian Gong)

* * * Horrible dragons are rushing upstream, and I don't know if it is a Mulan boat.

Yun Qi hunted Han Qing, thunder and drums were loud, and Yin Biliu.

Qu Zi's ghost died in ancient times, and the legacy of Chu Township has survived to this day.

In his spare time, Jiang Ting talked loudly, got drunk and was cynical.

Qingming: Tang Du Mu

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.

Cold food is on the road.

Tangsong wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

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

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

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.

Tang Han 'ao

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.

The door is that thing.

Tang zhangji

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;

Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

Mid-Autumn Festival: jathyapple on August 15th by Tang Du Fu.

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

("Full Tang Poetry")

This is the poet's work of avoiding chaos and entering Sichuan. In the first two poems, the feeling of watching the moon is aroused, and the moon on August 15, which symbolizes reunion, is used as a contrast of his wandering worries in a foreign land; After the poem, the two couplets depict the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the words such as "seeing feathers" and "counting autumn flowers" are fantastic and romantic, which is unique in Lao Du's poems.

Liu Tang Yuxi "Playing the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th"

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.

Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.

A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.

Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.

It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

("Full Tang Poetry")

Liu Yuxi (772-842), a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty, was born in Luoyang. This poem has sixteen sentences, and every four sentences have a rhyme, and each rhyme is a natural paragraph. The first paragraph is about playing with the moon in Taoyuan, with the scenery of the moon and the feeling of playing. The second paragraph is about the night of August 15th. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival contrasts with the landscape of heaven and earth illuminated by moonlight. The third paragraph is romantic imagination, which describes the feeling of becoming an immortal, from scenery to emotion, producing nature; In the last paragraph, I dragged myself back from my imagination, wrote about sunrise and sunset, and even expressed my feelings about "perfect time" After leaving Taoyuan, it is difficult to relive its significance. The scenery of the whole poem changes at any time, and the artistic conception changes with the scene, which has a sense of ups and downs.

Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon on the Pavilion on the 15th of August"

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

Double Ninth Festival: Picking Mulberry Seeds for Double Ninth Festival

Mao Zedong

Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.

Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring,

Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

(Tang) Wang Wei

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.

No.9 mountain climbing

(Tang) Du Mu

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?