The traditional festival poems are as follows:

1. "Cold Food"

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

2. "Qingming"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

3. "Traveling with Friends on Qingming Day"

I spent several nights in the spring mountains chasing Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival was full of smoke. The bow of the boat slips through the fine watercourses when returning, and the lingering flowers are drunk and the teeth are fragrant. The wind is blowing fiercely, the clouds are drifting across the wild fields, and the rain is leaving the fields and the water is falling into the square pond. After chanting unbearably, I looked back east, hearing the sound of frogs in my ears as the sun set.

4. "Viewing the Boat Race in Yuezhou"

The painting shows flying boats racing against the current. The color of the mountain changes when you are lowly dressed, and the water is flashy when you rush. There are three local customs in the country, and it is said that two girls are traveling in the river. They sang together to welcome Grandma Meng and danced alone to see off Marquis Yang. Drums are sent to the south of the lake, and bids are won for the west post building. And the driving speed is always surprising, not afraid of the sun.

5. "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Chinese Valentine's Day"

The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han people travel far away in secret. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

6. "Xingxiangzi·Qixi Festival"

The crickets are singing in the grass, and the parasol trees are frightened, which is a heavy sorrow in the world and in the sky. The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other. The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years. If you want to leave love, don't hate it, it's hard to be poor. Morning Glory and Weaver Girl are nothing but Li Zhong. It will be sunny for a moment, rain for a moment, and windy for a moment.

7. "Zhongyuan Works"

The Jiang Festival floats to the palace, and the Zhongyuan Dynasty pays homage to the Qing Dynasty. Sheep Quan must be stripped of gold bars, and Wen Qiao will eventually become a jade mirror stand. I once fell asleep and heard the rain pass, but I didn't know that the flowers were blooming when I got lost. There is no way to reach Yingzhou, and the green sparrow is like a poisonous bird.

8. "The Night of the Ghost Festival"

On the night of the Ghost Festival in the water temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the moon goddess is seen beside the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow returns to the fairy state, and the green ring light moves and sees many people. The fragrant and colorful palace is filled with orchids and musk deer, and the dew is wrapped around the green clothes mixed with Qi Luo. The Xiangshui River is far away in the Wu Gorge in the night sky, and I don’t know how I want to return.

9. "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

On the night of August 15th, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast? Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

10. "Reminiscing about Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

We are strangers in a foreign land, and we miss our relatives even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.