Poems about traditional culture

The tall buildings on the city are connected to the great wilderness, and the sea and sky are full of sad thoughts.

The wind is blowing in the hibiscus water, and the rain is invading the wall of Ficus Lili.

The trees are so heavy that they cover thousands of miles, and the river is so curved that it is like a bowel movement.

***It is the first time in my life that I've been in a country where I've been a member of a group of people from all over the world.

--Han Yu, "Ascending to the City Tower of Liuzhou and Sending to the Four States of Zhangting, Ting, and Fenglian"

The good rain knows the time of the year, and when spring comes, it is the time of the year. The winds are silent as the winds enter the night, and the things are silenced. The path is dark with clouds, but the riverboat is bright with fire. When I look at the red wet place, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the south, and many buildings in the misty rain.

The rain falls one after another at the time of Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village. The large strings are as noisy as rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

"Ching Ming" (Ching Ming Festival) is a time when rain falls one after another, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

The Day of the New Year is a year of firecrackers, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. The winds of spring have brought the warmth of spring into the tassel. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life.

The night of the first day of the last year, the lights of the flower market were like daytime.

The moon is at the top of the willow, after the dusk.

This year on New Year's Eve, the moon and lights are still the same.

I don't see anyone from last year, but my sleeves are wet with tears.

The Mid-Autumn Moon is a cold, clear moon, and the silver man has no voice to speak of.

This night will not be long, where will the moon be next year?

Mid-Autumn Moon