Poems about festivals, poems about festivals

The poems about the festival are as follows:1. Yangguanqu Mid-Autumn Moon (Mid-Autumn Festival).

Su Shi Song Dynasty

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and Yinhan silently turns the jade plate.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

Translation: When night falls, the clouds are gone, the heavens and the earth are filled with cold, the Milky Way flows silently, and the bright moon turns to the sky, as white and crystal clear as a jade plate.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by the wind and clouds, and I rarely encounter such a beautiful scenery as today, which is really rare! But next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, where will I go to see the moon?

2. Morning Glory (Qixi Festival).

Anonymous Two Hans

Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, and it is a little different.

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

Translation: Altair is visible in the southeast of the Milky Way, and Vega is bright and bright in the west of the Milky Way.

The Weaver Girl was waving her long, white hands, and the loom was rattling non-stop.

I didn't weave a piece of cloth all day, and my tears fell like rain.

The Milky Way looks clear and shallow, but how far apart is the two sides of the strait?

Although there is only one galaxy apart, they can only look at each other with affection and are speechless.

3. September 9, remembering Shandong Brothers (Double Ninth Festival).

Wang Wei Tang Dynasty

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Translation: A person who is alone in a foreign country misses his distant relatives every festival.

When the brothers climbed high and looked into the distance today, their heads were full of dogwoods, and I was the only one missing.

4. Jiyou Dragon Boat Festival (Dragon Boat Festival).

Pei Qiong Yuan Dynasty

The wind and rain are obscure, and Miluo has nowhere to hang the heroic spirit.

The sea pomegranate flowers should smile at each other, and they are awake alone without wine.

Translation: The Dragon Boat Festival suddenly encountered a stormy day, and the spirit was gloomy and gloomy, and there was no one on the Miluo River to close Qu Yuan, who had passed away.

The pomegranate flowers that bloom like fire seem to be laughing at me, and Tao Yuanming admires Qu Yuan's outstanding sobriety even if he doesn't drink.

5. Qingming (Qingming Festival).

Du Mu, Tang Dynasty

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

Translation: The drizzle is falling in the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, and the travelers on the road are all depressed and broken.

Ask the local people who are losing money where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossoms.

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

The face of the person does not know where, and the green wave is still worthy of the eastward flow.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

This year, on New Year's Eve, the moon and the lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of my spring shirt were wet with tears! "Shengchazi".

Where are the people who come to look at the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year. Zhao Yi "Jianglou Feeling".

The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. Wang Bo "Tengwang Pavilion".

Huanxi Sand. Song] Yan Shu.

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion.

When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.

The small garden incense path wanders alone.

In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here. Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower".

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients. Li Bai "Ask the Wine to the Moon".

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night".

Several times in life, Taihuang is still cold. Today is the day of home in the four seas, so the base is Xiaoxiao Lu Diqiu. Liu Yuxi, "Nostalgia for Xisai Mountain".

Repeat everything in Lumen, and everything is different from what comes from. He Zhu "Half Dead Tong".

There are poems about the festival as follows:1. Don't sing in the morning, but also drummer. - Su Shi's "Keeping the Year".

2. In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. - Wang Anshi, "Yuan Ri".

3. The fire roars with the bamboo, and the New Year's feast opens to listen to the pepper. - Chun Fan wears a retro "Except the Night".

4. Don't ask for a meeting, but an encyclical, and the name paper is full of books. - Wen Zhengming's "New Year's Greetings".

5, Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of hair, and the New Year's stove is not sleeping. - Kong Shangren's "First Sino-Japanese New Year's Day".

6. At the beginning of the Spring Festival, Chengyun practiced the sky. ——Anonymous Hanxun's "Suburban Temple Lyrics." Five Suburbs Movement. Comfort

7. Last night, I went back to the north, and now I am in the east. - Meng Haoran, "Tian Jia Yuan Ri".

8. Chinese New Year's Eve is more sleepless, tired of dull stagnation to welcome the new year. - Fan Chengda, "Selling Dementia Words".

9. The sick eye sleeps less, and the old heart feels more and is in spring. - Bai Juyi's "Except the Night".

10, the hometown is thinking for thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty. ——Gao Shi's "Except for the Night".

The proverbs about the festival are as follows:1. There is fog in Qingming and rain in summer and autumn.

2. Chongyangqing, a winter ling; Heavy yang and yin, a winter temperature.

3. If you haven't eaten the Dragon Boat Festival dumplings, you can't send them if you break them.

4. There is no rain in Chongyang and no frost in September.

5. Laba Laba, frozen chin drop.

6. Chongyang has no rain to see the winter solstice, and the winter solstice has no rain and a sunny winter.

7. The moon is full in the sky, the moon is half in the world, and the moon is full and half in the moon.

8. After eating laba rice, I will do the New Year's goods.

9. People are especially happy when they are happy, and the moon is bright from the Mid-Autumn Festival.

10. Chongyang is sunny, and it is sunny in winter; Heavy yang and yin, a winter ice.

The poem of the festival is as follows:

The first day of the first month is the first day. On the first day, there are many names such as New Year's Day, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, etc. The first day of the new year is not only the first day of the new year, but also the first day of the new moon and the first day of the new day, which is called the "day of the three yuan".

Yuan Ri" Song Wang Anshi firecrackers in the sound of one year old, the spring breeze sent warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. "Thousands of households always change the new peach for the old one", every time I read this sentence, I can always feel the vigorous vitality hidden behind the poem.

Only by unloading the burden of yesterday can we straighten our backs and fight to face the new rising sun.

Yuan Ri" Southern Song Dynasty Xin abandoned the old age and forgot the season, and the empty fast was still sleeping. Today is the New Year. "Children evoke Weng, today is the New Year", Yuan Day has the meaning of the beginning of the new year.

Lantern Festival, also known as Shangyuan Festival, small New Year's Month, Yuan Xi or Lantern Festival, the first month is the first month of the lunar calendar, the ancients called "night" as "night", the fifteenth day of the first month is the first full moon night of the year, so the fifteenth day of the first month is called "Lantern Festival". The Lantern Festival mainly includes a series of traditional folk activities such as viewing lanterns, eating glutinous rice balls, guessing lantern riddles, and setting off fireworks.

The fifteenth night of the first lunar month" Tang Su tasted the fire tree and silver flowers, and the iron lock of the star bridge was opened. The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one. The wanderers are all plums, and the songs are all plums.

Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak is not urging. This poem by Su Wei truly reproduces the lively and prosperous scene on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month of the Tang Dynasty.

Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi "Song Xin abandoned the east wind and bloomed thousands of trees at night, and even more blown down, the stars were like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

The prosperity of the Lantern Festival in the Song Dynasty was not inferior to that of the Tang Dynasty, and Xin Qiji wrote: Like the east wind blowing away thousands of trees and flowers, it blows fireworks and falls like rain. Luxurious horse-drawn carriages fill the road with aroma.

The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually slanted to the west, and the fish and dragon lanterns flew and laughed loudly all night.