Poetry about traditional culture

Traditional culture: Ancient poems are on this tower, where the town ends and the wilderness begins. Our longing reaches as far as the ocean or the sky. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs. * * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home. -Han Yu's "Going to Liuzhou Tower to Send Zhang Tingfeng to Four States"? When spring comes, good rain knows the season. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night? Thousands of birds sing green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, misty and rainy. -Tang Du Fu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"? During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. -Tang Dumu's Qingming? The big string hummed like rain, and the small string whispered like a secret, hummed and whispered-and then mixed together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Juyi's "Preface to Pipa" traditional culture: festivals 1. On holiday in the mountains, I think of my brothers in Shandong who are in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday. 2. "Qingming" There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. 3. "January Day" firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of households? Especially blinking? Xin Yan green a dangerous evil spirit? 4. "Yuanxi" Last year, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about 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. 5. The Mid-Autumn Moon is full of cold clouds, and Han Yin silently turns to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?