What are some ancient poems about traditional Chinese festivals?

Yuan Day

Wang Anshi came (Song)

Blazing firecrackers in the sound of a year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tusu,

thousands of doors and telsels of households, always changing the new peach for the old.

2. Lantern Festival:

Lantern Festival

Tang Yin since (Ming)

Lanterns without the moon do not entertain people, there is a moon without lamps is not considered spring.

Spring is like jade on earth, and the moon is like a man under the burning lamp.

The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, the streets are full of songs and songs.

If you don't show off your smile, how can you spend this wonderful time.

3. Qingming Festival:

Qingming

Du Mu (Tang)

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to break their souls.

The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

4. Dragon Boat Festival:

Duanwu

Wen Xiu (qing)

Section divided by the Dragon Boat Festival since who said, the rumor of the ages for Qu Yuan;

Kan laugh at the Chu River empty mu mu mu mu, can not wash the straight ministers wrong.

5. Mid-Autumn Festival:

Mid-Autumn Moon

Su Shi (Song)

The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man has no sound to turn the jade disk.

This night will not last long, but the bright moon will be there next year.

6. Chrysanthemum Festival:

September 9, remembering the Shandong brothers

Wang Wei (Tang)

Only in a foreign land for the different dao guest, every festive season doubly think of their relatives,

Distant to know that the brothers climbed to high places, inserted Cornus officinalis less a person.

4. Please find poems describing traditional Chinese festivals

*Poetry - Festivals

On the New Year's Day, Wang Anshi

The firecracker sounded the first year of the year, and the spring breeze brought warmth into the Tuusu. A thousand doors and tens of thousands of houses are filled with tels, and new peaches are always replaced with old ones.

Ching Ming Du Mu

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I'd like to ask you where to find a tavern. The shepherd boy is pointing to the village of apricot blossoms.

Autumn Eve Du Mu

Silver candles and cold autumn light on the painting screen, a small fan lightly fluttering fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and I watch the Altair and the Weaving Maiden.

Chang'e Li Shangyin

The candle shadow of the mica screen is deep, and the stars of the Yangtze River are gradually falling. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky are in the heart of the night.

Cold Food Han swarmed (Han Shide)

Spring city is full of flowers, and the east wind of the cold food is slanting; the candles are passed to the Han Palace at sunset, and the smoke is dispersed into the houses of the five vassals.

Birds Bai Juyi (白居易)

谁道群生生命微？ The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. I advise you not to beat the birds on the branches, for the children are in the nest looking for their mother's return.

You Zi Yin Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the son, before the line is tightly sewn, fearing that it will be late to return, who says that the heart of an inch of grass,

Rewarded with three spring sunshine.

Sheng Chazi Ouyang Xiu

Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day; the moon was on the head of the willow, and the people were about to dusk. On this year's New Year's Eve, the moon and the lights are still the same; I don't see last year's people, and my sleeves are wet with tears.

Over the old man Zhuang Meng Haoran

The old man with chicken and millet, invited me to the field house; green trees by the side of the village, green hills outside the slanting Guo. The first time I saw him, I saw him in the garden, and he was so happy to see me, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him.

Mid-Autumn Festival:

On the fifteenth night of the eighth month of the past year, the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pond. This year, on the 15th night of the 8th month, in front of the water pavilion of Penpu Shatou. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to find a way to make it work for me. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in past years.

Half a cup of tusu has not yet been raised,

and the grass in front of the lamp is writing a peach symbol.