Ancient Verses About Traditional National Festivals

Ancient Verses About Tradition 1. Verses About Traditional Chinese Customs

September 9th Remembering the Shandong Brothers Tang Wang Wei is alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and he is twice as fond of his relatives at every festive season.

The first day of the ninth month, I remembered that my brother had climbed to the top of the mountain, and there were fewer dogwoods to be found. The first day of the New Year, Song Wang Anshi, in the sound of firecrackers, a year in addition to the spring breeze to send warmth into the tassel.

A thousand doors and ten thousand houses are about to rise, always changing the new peach for the old one. The first time I saw this, it was a very good day for me to be a part of it. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was the first time I saw her. The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

? The pastor points to the village of apricot blossoms. The first is the "Duanwu" (Dragon Boat Festival), which is a festival of the moon. The first is the "Duanwu". The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea for me to go back to the beginning of my life.

? The river is so empty that it can't wash away the injustice of the straight ministers. The first is a new one, which is a new one, and the second is a new one. The first is the "Nymphaea", which is the name given to the "seven nights of the lunar calendar". The Nymphaea Festival is a celebration of the seventh anniversary of the birth of a child.

? I should pour out the treasures of my wife's pearls, and write all the stories of my husband's embroidery. The tent of incense is clustered in a row, and a golden needle is threaded through it to pay homage to her.

? The copper kettle leaks and the day is about to dawn, and the melancholy of the good time is another year. The Mid-Autumn Moon The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night. The moonlight is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

? The night of this life is not long good, the bright moon next year, where to see.

2. Poems describing the traditional customs of our country

1 `Goose Lake under the mountain rice sorghum fertilizer, dolphin fence chickens roosting half-covered door.

The shadow of the mulberry tree is slanting and the spring community is scattering, and every family helps the drunken people to return.2 `The fire tree is closing with silver flowers, and the star bridge is opening with iron locks. The moonlight comes by the way of the people.

? The playground is full of flora and fauna, and the songs are full of fallen plums. The first time I've seen this is when I'm in the middle of the night. The night is not a good time for us to be together, and we can't wait to see what happens.

3 `The month of Lunar New Year is over, and the year is over. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The willow feels the east wind, and the flower suspects that there is a little snow left. Suddenly, two carp are given to me, saying that they are fish on ice. 4 `The geese flew in the autumn shadows of the river, and I carried a kettle up to Cuiwei with my guest. It is difficult to meet the world to open the mouth to laugh, chrysanthemums must be inserted full head back.

But the Mo?t will be rewarded for the festivities, not as a climb to hate the sunshine. The only way to do this is to have a good time, and to have a good time with it.

5 `Alone in a foreign land for a foreign guest, every festive season doubly think of their relatives Remote brothers know that brothers climbed high, all over the dogwood less a 6 `Thunder run electricity passes by three thousand children, colored boats and oars shooting the first light. The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.

Lingiun died in Hunan in the past, and his soul is in the Xiangshui water for thousands of years. At the end of the day, the sound of the flute is far away from the ghosts of the river.

7`The white trees in the middle of the courtyard are full of ducks, and the osmanthus flowers are wet with cold dew. Tonight, the moon is bright, I do not know who fall in autumn thoughts.1. social day, six animal sacrifices 2. Lanterns, lanterns 3.

The night is deep enough to put the family to sleep, until dawn does not burn lights." Xu Ning's poem: "The bright autumn moon is full in August, and Chang'e's laurel branch is fresh; the year is not like this night, and the twelve peaks look sleepless."

Spring Festival: The Spring Festival is the grandest traditional festival of the Chinese nation, and an important element that poets have depicted throughout the ages. In these poems, there are records of various traditional customs, there are expressing personal feelings, there are depicting the festive weather, can be described as colorful.

On the 25th day of the Lunar New Year, people began to clean to welcome the New Year. Qing Dynasty poet wrote: "Thatched cottage spring things happy, house dust clean up the number in addition to the residue.

Peace Jizi is not easy, the new calendar issued to look carefully." At the end of the year, the people hope that the next year's harvest, there is a "sacrificial stove" custom.

The late Qing Dynasty poet Luo Zhao Yin described it this way: "A cup of tea and a wisp of smoke, the God of the stove on the sky. If the Jade Emperor asks about earthly affairs, he will say that the article is worthless."

On New Year's Eve, the family celebrates the New Year's Eve by drinking, reuniting and having fun, and *** wishing for the New Year. In the Song Dynasty, XI Zhenqi said in his poem "Keeping the New Year's Eve", "We are invited to keep the New Year's Eve in the house of Ah Xian, and the wax torches are red and reflecting the blue veil.

Thirty-six years old are all over the waves, preferring to cherish the years from this night." At the end and beginning of the year, family firecrackers, household fireworks, incessant, as powerful as a rainbow.

Yuan dynasty poet Zhao Mengfu said in the "Years": "Willow wadding fly residual pavement white, peach blossom landing landing steps red. One after another as brilliant as a star falling, Huo Huo clamor like a fire attack."

Describing the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, Wang Anshi can be considered to write to the extreme, his "New Year's Day" poem is popular: "The sound of firecrackers in the year in addition to the spring breeze to send warmth into the tassel. Thousands of doors and tens of thousands of tels, always put the new peach for the old symbols."

Wen Tianxiang: "The life of a man is over with the year, and his body is forgotten with the world. There is no more dream of butchering the tassel, and the night is still young."

3. Poems about traditional culture

Traditional culture: ancient poems

The city's high buildings are connected to the great wilderness, and the sea and sky are full of sad thoughts.

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

The trees of the mountains cover a thousand miles, and the rivers flow like nine back intestines.

***The world of Baiyue is a place of culture, but it is still a place of letters and sounds.

-- Han Yu "Ascend to Liuzhou City Tower and Send to Zhangting Fenglian four states"

Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. The wind is in the night, and it moistens things silently. The path is dark with clouds, the riverboat is bright with fire. The red wetness of the dawn, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng.

Thousand miles of warblers cry in green and red, and the wind of wine flags blows in the water villages and the mountains and the countryside. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's also about the way you look at it.

The rain falls at the time of the Qingming Festival, and the people on the road want to break their souls. I'm not sure where to find a tavern, but I'm sure I can find one. The shepherd boy is pointing to the apricot blossom village. --Tang Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

The big strings are as noisy as rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Traditional Culture: Festivals

1. "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9" is about being a stranger in a foreign land and thinking of one's relatives twice as much at festivals.

2. "Qingming" (清明) means the rain falls one after another at the time of Qingming, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

3. "On the New Year's Day" (元日), a year is over in the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

4. "On the night of the New Year's Eve last year, the lights in the flower market were like daytime. The moon is at the top of the willow, after the dusk. The moon and the lights are still the same this year. I don't see anyone from last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.

5. "The Mid-Autumn Moon", the twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is turning the jade disk without sound. The moon is not a good thing, but it is a good thing that the moon will be there next year.

4. Poems describing the traditional customs of China

1 `Goose lake under the mountain rice sorghum fertilizer, dolphin fence chickens roosting half cover the door. The shadow of the mulberry tree is slanting and the spring community is dispersing, and every family is helping the drunken people to go home.2 "The fire tree is closing with silver flowers, and the star bridge is opening with iron locks. The dust follows the horses, the moon follows the men. All the playgirls are in the plum tree, and all the singers are in the plum tree. The Golden Goblet cannot stop the night, and the Jade Leaky Globe is not to be rushed.3 "The waxing moon now knows that it is late, and the New Year is over this evening. The woodcutter makes a fire for the New Year's Eve, and the poet writes a book for the spring. The willow realizes the arrival of the east wind, and the flower suspects that there is a little snow left. Suddenly, I met two carp, saying that they were fish on ice.4 `The geese flew in the autumn shadow of the river, and I carried a pot with my guest to Cuiwei. It's hard to meet people in the world who can open their mouths and smile, and chrysanthemums have to be stuck all over their heads. But I will be drunk to honor the festive season, not to climb the mountain and hate the falling sunshine. The only thing that has ever happened is that the oxen and the mountains are not covered with clothes.5 `Alone in a foreign land is a foreign guest, and I miss my relatives twice as much at festivals.6 `Thunder and lightning are passing by, and the colorful oars and boats are shooting the first sunshine. The thunderous drums and scales of the river are moving, and 36 dragons are flying over the waves. Lingiun died in Hunan in the past, and his soul is in the Xiangshui. The green grass and the slanting smoke at the end of the day, the sound of the flute is far away from the ghosts of the river.7 `The white trees in the courtyard are inhabited by ducks, and the osmanthus blossoms are wetted by the cold dew without any sound. Tonight, the moon is bright, I do not know who fall in autumn thoughts.1. social day, six animal sacrifices 2. Lanterns, lanterns 3. New Year's Eve, posting Spring Festival couplets 4. Chrysanthemum, sweeping graves 5. Chrysanthemum, climbing 6. Dragon Boat Race 6. Mid-Autumn Festival, enjoying the moon Mid-Autumn Festival: Wang Jian has a poem: "The moon is like a rounded color is gradually congealing, jade pots want to encroach on the prism of the water. The night is deep and let the family sleep, until the dawn does not burn the lamp." Xu Ning's poem: "The bright autumn moon is full in August, and Chang'e is fresh from the osmanthus branch; the year is not like this night, and the twelve peaks look sleepless." Spring Festival: The Spring Festival is the grandest traditional festival of the Chinese nation, and an important element depicted by poets throughout the ages. In these poems, there are records of various traditional customs, there are expressing personal feelings, there are describing the festive weather, can be described as colorful. On the 25th day of the Lunar New Year, people start cleaning to welcome the New Year. Qing Dynasty poet wrote: "Thatched cottage spring things happy, house dust clean up the number in addition to the residue. It's not easy to be peaceful, and the new calendar was issued to take a closer look." At the end of the year, the people hope that the next year's grain harvest, there is a "sacrificial stove" custom. Luo Zhao Yin, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty, describes it like this: "A cup of tea and a wisp of smoke, the God of the Stove goes up to the sky. If the Jade Emperor asks about earthly affairs, he will say that the articles are worthless." On New Year's Eve, the family drinks, reunites and enjoys the New Year's *** wishing for the New Year. In the Song Dynasty, Xi Zhenqi wrote in his poem "The New Year's Eve Celebration": "We are invited to celebrate the New Year's Eve in the house of Ah Xian, and the wax torches are red and reflecting the blue veil. Thirty-six years of age have been wasted, but this night to cherish the years." At the end and beginning of the year, the firecrackers and fireworks in every house are as powerful as rainbows. Yuan dynasty poet Zhao Mengfu in the "years" said: "Willow wadding fly residual white, peach blossom landing steps red. They are as brilliant as stars falling, and as noisy as fire." Describe the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, Wang Anshi can be considered to write to the extreme, his "New Year's Day" poem is popular: "The sound of firecrackers in a year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. TEEEL, a thousand doors, always change the new peach for the old one." Wen Tianxiang: "My life is about to end with the year, and I have forgotten all about the world. There is no more dreaming of the Tassel, and the night is still young." Tanabata: "The mica screen and candle shadow are deep, the river is falling and the star is sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky are in the heart of the night Qingming Festival: the rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu's Chongyang Festival: The people who are alone in a foreign land miss their relatives twice as much when they are in the festive season. The brothers are in the same place, and there are fewer dogwoods (Wang Wei).

5. Poems describing traditional festivals in China

1, describing the Chrysanthemum Festival - "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on the 9th day of the 9th month" Wang Wei is alone in a foreign land as a foreign guest, and thinks of his relatives more often at festivals. The brothers are in the same place, all inserted Cornus less a person. 2, describing the Spring Festival - "the first day" Wang Anshi firecrackers in a year in addition to the spring breeze to send warmth into the tusu. The first year of the Chinese New Year is the first year of the Chinese New Year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. The first year of the Chinese New Year is the first year of the Chinese New Year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. The moon is at the top of the willow, and people are about to dusk. The moon and the lights are still the same this year. I don't see last year's people, tears wet spring shirt sleeves. 4, describing the Tanabata - "Begging for a coincidence" Lin Jie Tanabata this night to see the blue night, pulling the ox and weaving girl across the river bridge. The family begs for coincidence to look at the autumn moon, wear all the red silk tens of thousands of strips. 5, describes the Qingming - Qingming Du Mu Qingming Festival rain has been, the road travelers want to break their souls. I'm not sure where to find a wine shop, but I'm sure I can find one. The shepherd boy is pointing to the apricot blossom village. I chose it from the "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and elementary school textbooks, I wonder if it can be adopted?

6. Do you have any poems describing the traditional festivals in China

Qingming Festival: The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The night is as cool as water, and you can see the star of the weaving maiden. Chrysanthemum Festival: The night color of the sky is as cool as water. Chinese New Year: The people do not sleep at the end of the night and are tired of sacrifices to avoid the new year; the longer Hey Hey Lantern Festival "The Lantern Festival" (Sui Emperor Yang, Sui Dynasty) The wheel of the law turns in the sky, and the sound of the Buddha's voice comes from the sky; the lamps and trees are illuminated by a thousand lights, and the flowers and flames bloom on seven branches. The moon's shadow is suspected to be flowing, the spring breeze contains night plums, the burnt burnt is moving on the golden ground, and the bell is sending out on the glazed platform. The night of the fifteenth day of the first month (Tang Dynasty) Su Daoyi The fire tree is full of silver flowers, the iron locks of the starry bridge are open, and the lamp tree is illuminated by a thousand lights. The bright moon is coming by the way. All the prostitutes are full of ugly memories and all the songs are full of plums. Jingu cannot stop the night, and the jade leaks do not hurry me. On the Night of the New Year's Eve (Tang Dynasty) Cui Liquid Don't rush the jade drain and the copper pot, the iron gate and the golden locks are open all night long; who can sit idly in the moonlight, and where can you hear the lanterns and not see them. The Lantern Viewing on the Fifteenth Night (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin The jinli is open for a fragrant feast, and the orchids are red and colorful in the early years. The red and colorful lanterns are far away from the ground, and the bright lights are far away from the sky. The stars are falling from the sky and the moon is hanging from the building. There is a smile of a thousand golds, reflecting in front of nine branches. Lanterns on the Fifteenth Day of the First Moon (Tang) Zhang Hu A thousand doors are unlocked and ten thousand lanterns are brightly illuminated, and the capital moves in the middle of the first month. The three hundred people in the house dance with their sleeves, and the first one enters the sky with his words. Poem by Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) The moonlight and lanterns fill the imperial capital, and fragrant cars and treasures cover the thoroughfares. The moonlit mountain is full of lights, the fragrant cars and the precious lids are passing through the thoroughfares. Poem by Jiang Baishi (Song Dynasty) The Lantern Festival is a celebration of the lotus picking boat, the BMW and the fragrant car picking up the falling tin; the stormy night is deep and the people are dispersed, the lone lamp is still calling for the sale of soup yuan. The poem says (Song) Jiang Baishi Your guests hooked the curtain to see the Royal Street, the market treasures a moment to come, the curtain in front of the trellis no way to go, not money refused to return. (Note: The treasures here refer to the Lantern Festival.) The Case of the Green Jade, The Night of the New Year (Song) Xin Qiji The east wind releases thousands of flowers at night, and even blows them down, the stars are as if they were rain. The BMW carries the fragrance of the road, the sound of the phoenix Xiao moves, the light of the pot turns, a night of fish and dragons dance . The moth and the snowy willow are in golden strands, and the laughter is full of dark scent. Looking for him in a thousand places, but when I look back, he is at the end of the fire. Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. Last year, on New Year's Eve, the lanterns in the flower market were as bright as day. This year's New Year's Eve, the moon and the lanterns are still the same. I don't see last year's person, my sleeves are wet with tears. On the New Year's Eve in Kyoto (Yuan) Yuan Haoqian (元)袨服华妆着处逢，六街灯火闹儿童. I am also in the laughter of the tourists. The Lantern Festival (Yuan) Lost Name Love the Lantern Festival, the moonlight is beautiful and the lights are brilliant. The moon is full, the lights are burning, and the people are treading on the spring sun. The three beautiful things are worth appreciating, and the four unfeeling things are hard to hate. What I am afraid of is the darkness of the lamps, the quietness and desolation of the people, the south tower of the corner and the west wing under the moon. Bianjing Yuanxi (Ming Dynasty) Li Mengyang Zhongshan Ruzi leaning on her new make-up, Zheng Daughter Yan Ji excelling in the field. The moon is as frosty as the moon outside the Golden Beam Bridge. The Lantern Festival (Ming Dynasty) by Tang Yin A lamp without a moon is not entertaining, and a moon without a lamp does not count as spring. Spring is like jade on earth, and the moon is like silver under the lanterns. The streets are filled with pearls and emeralds, and the land is abuzz with music and songs. If we don't show our honor and open our mouths to laugh, how can we spend this good time. The Lantern Treading on New Year's Eve (Qing Dynasty) Dong Shunmin The hundred branches of the fire tree are a thousand gold shoes, and the BMW fragrance and dust never stops. I can't bear to say goodbye to Mr. Tan Lang. I am very happy to see you again, I am very happy to see you again, I am very happy to see you again, I am very happy to see you again, I am very happy to see you again. The stone bridge is slippery and the light yellow color of the fish is slippery, so I whispered to my mother. I'm afraid to go to the palace. I'm afraid to go to the palace. I'd better go back to my home, it's hard to go back to the past, it's always a reunion moon. The Bamboo Characters of the Last Yuan Festival (Qing Dynasty) Fu Zeng (Fu Zeng) The fragrant filling of cinnamon is wrapped with walnuts, and the rice is like a pearl poured from the well. I heard that the Ma family sells Lantern Festival in the wind. The Ice Lantern in the Shadow of Yuanxi-Yuanyuan (Qing Dynasty) Tang Shunzhi is pitying the fire tree, but suddenly he sees the clear light reflecting the moonlight. The shark's pearl is still carrying water, and the sleeve is full of cold. Candle blossoms do not hinder the shadow in the air, and the haloed air is seen from the moon. I would like to borrow the east wind for a while, so that I can still enjoy myself in the coming night. The moonless night of the New Year's Eve (《元夕無月》) (Qing) Qiu Fengjia: There is no moonlight on this night of the third year, but the bright moon should be in my hometown. If I want to look for the moon in the sky, I will have to dream of crossing the Kunyang Ocean at five o'clock. The Moon is Full on the Lantern Festival Minnan Ballad The moon is full on the Lantern Festival, the hearts of our compatriots in Fujian and Taiwan are close to each other, bringing the old and the young back to their hometowns, and solving the long-lasting love between the two sides of the Taiwan Straits. What does it feel like to have tears in your eyes? We are happy to see each other again after a long time! The Lantern Festival, cooking dumplings, reunion of flesh and blood, men and women, old and young, gathered around the table, the family ate the Shangyuan Pills together. The blood of the cradle is hard to separate, the leaves return to their roots." Poems for Lantern Festival (Sui) Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty The wheel of the law turns in the sky, the sound of Brahma comes from the sky; a thousand lights shine from the lamps, and the seven branches of the flower flame bloom. The moon's shadow is suspected to be flowing, the spring breeze contains night plums; burnt burnt gold ground, bell hair glazed platform. The night of the 15th day of the first month (Tang) Su Daoyi The fire tree is closed, the star bridge is opened, and the lamp tree is illuminated by a thousand lights. The bright moon is coming by the way. All the prostitutes are full of ugly memories and all the songs are full of plums. The Golden Goblet can't stop the night, and the Jade Leaky Globe can't be rushed. The Night of the New Year (Tang Dynasty) Cui Liquid Don't rush the jade drain and copper pots, the iron gate and golden locks are open all night long; who can sit idly when seeing the moon, and where can you hear the lanterns and not see them. The Fifteenth Night of the Lanterns (Tang) Lu Zhaolin The jinli is in full bloom, and the orchids are in full bloom. The colorful colors are far away from the ground, and the light is far away from the sky. The stars are falling from the sky and the moon is hanging from the building. There is a smile of a thousand golds, reflecting in front of nine branches. Lanterns on the Fifteenth Day of the First Moon (Tang) Zhang Hu Thousands of doors are unlocked and ten thousand lanterns are brightly illuminated, moving the capital in the middle of the first month. The three hundred people in the house dance with their sleeves, and the first one enters the sky with his words. Poem by Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) The moonlight and lanterns fill the imperial capital, and fragrant cars and treasures cover the thoroughfares. The moonlit mountains and lanterns filled the imperial capital, and the streets were lined with fragrant cars and precious lids. Poem by Jiang Baishi (Song Dynasty) The Lantern Festival is a celebration of the lotus picking boat, the BMW and the fragrant car picking up the falling tin; the stormy night is deep and the people are dispersed, the lone lamp is still calling for the sale of soup yuan. The poem says (Song) Jiang Baishi Your guests hooked curtains to see the Royal Street, the market treasures a moment to come, curtains in front of the trellis no way to travel, not money refused to go back. (Note: The treasures here refer to the Lantern Festival.) The Case of the Green Jade, the Night of the New Year (Song) Xin Qiji The east wind releases thousands of flowers at night, and even blows down the stars like rain. The BMWs and carvings fill the road with fragrance, and the phoenix and Xiao sound, and the light of the pot turns, and the fish and dragons dance all night long. The moth and the snowy willow are in golden strands, and the laughter is full of dark scent. Looking for him in a thousand places, when I look back, he is at the end of the fire. Shengcha Zi (Song) Ouyang Xiu (Song) Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. Last year, on New Year's Eve, the lanterns in the flower market were as bright as day. This year's New Year's Eve, the moon and the lanterns are still the same. I don't see last year's person, but my sleeves are wet with tears. (Note: It is said that this poem was written by Zhu Shuzhen.) On New Year's Eve in Kyoto (Yuan) Yuan Haoqian Often I meet people in fancy clothes and makeup, and the lights in the six streets are haunted by children. I am also in the laughter of the tourists. The Lantern Festival (Yuan) Lose your name, love the Lantern Festival, the moonlight is beautiful, and the lights are brilliant. The moon is full, the lights are burning, and the people are treading on the spring sun. The three beautiful things are worth appreciating, and the four unfeeling things are hard to hate. What I am afraid of is the darkness of the lamps, the quietness and desolation of the people, the south tower of the corner and the west wing under the moon. Bianjing New Year's Eve (Ming Dynasty) Li Mengyang Zhongshan Ruzi leaning on her new make-up, Zheng Daughter Yan Ji excels in the field. The moon is like frost outside the golden beam bridge. Lantern Festival (Ming) Tang Yin lamps without the moon is not entertaining, there is a moon without lamps do not.

7. Ancient poems describing a traditional Chinese festival.

The poems describing the New Year's Eve are: New Year's Eve Song Wen Tianxiang Qiankun is empty, the years go to the hall; the end of the road is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost. The life with the year to end, the body and the world to forget; no more Tu Su dream, pick the lamp night. The Chinese New Year is described in the following verses: On the Day of the First Emperor, Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, the sound of firecrackers is the sound of a year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel, a thousand doors and tens of thousands of tiels, and the new peaches are replaced by the old ones. The Lantern Festival is a festival of the new year and the new year's eve is a time when the lanterns are as bright as the day. Last year's Lantern Festival was celebrated on the night of the Lantern Festival, when the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. This year's Lantern Festival is still the same. I don't see last year's people, my sleeves are wet with tears. Poems describing the Qingming Festival include: "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "The rain falls one after another in the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms. The poems describing the Dragon Boat Festival include: Duanwu Tang Wenxiu Section of the Dragon Boat Festival since who said, ancient rumors for Qu Yuan; Can laugh at the empty Chu River, can not be washed straight ministers wrong. The poem describes the Tanabata Festival: Tanabata in the Tang Dynasty, Luo Yin, the starry Nymphaea sky, the family laughs and sets up a red feast. The family is laughing and setting up a red feast. They should pour out the treasures of the Xie Maiden, and write all the embroidered articles of the Tang Luoyin. The fragrant tents are arranged in a row, and the golden needles are threaded to pay homage to Cindy. The copper kettle is leaking and the day is about to dawn. Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival include: Mid-Autumn Moon Song Su Shi The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is turning the jade disk without sound. This night is not long enough, where will the moon be next year? Description of the Chongyang Festival verses are: September 9, memory of Shandong brothers Tang Wang Wei alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly think of relatives, remote brothers to climb high, all inserted Cornus less a person.