1, ancient poems about Mid-Autumn Festival:

1) Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking:

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed. Could there have been a frost already? I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.

2) "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" Tang Wangjian:

In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu, and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?

3) Mid-Autumn Moon Song Sushi:

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.

4) Song Sushi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

When did the moon begin to appear? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dance to find out the shadow, what is it like on earth!

The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.

2. Ancient poems about the Spring Festival:

1) Wang Anshi's January Day:

The roar of firecrackers, the old one year has passed; The warm spring breeze came to the new year, and people drank happily the newly brewed tu su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

2) (Tang) Gao Shi's Night Work:

The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, so why does the guest's heart turn sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it's another year in the Ming Dynasty.

3) Wen Tianxiang at night

Gankun is empty, and the years go to the hall; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.

Life is dying with the years, and the body is forgotten; There is no such thing as killing Su Meng, and night is still young is burning the lamp.

3. About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems:

Du Mu's Qingming Festival:

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

4. Ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival:

1) on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Wang Wei

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.

2) (Tang) Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu"

In the face of the mountain ridge white yun qi fufeifei, I this hermit can enjoy the taste. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.

Sorrow is often the mood of the dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of the autumn. I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, Ping Sha Du Tou Xie.

Far away the forest live like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the bank of the river is like a crescent moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

3) (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao was drunk with flowers.

The mist was filled with clouds and the clouds were thick, and the days passed with sorrow, and Kapur was in the niao of the incense burner. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked.

Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.

4) Mao Zedong picked mulberry seeds "Chongyang" (October 1929)

Life is easy to get old, but it's hard to get old. Today, it is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, but better than spring, and it's like Wan Li frost on a vast river.

5. Ancient poems about Dragon Boat Festival:

Du Fu's "Giving Clothes at Midday"

The dragon boat festival, the emperor bestows precious palace clothing, favor to add. The fragrant silk was spun into the fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind was blowing, and the white color was like the new snow.

From heaven, rain and dew, just in the heat, put on it cool and incomparable. The length of the palace clothes are all combined with the mind, life-long I will carry the emperor's hospitality.

Dragon Boat Festival Tang Wenxiu

The festival is divided into the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is rumored to be Qu Yuan.

I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, and I can't wash it straight.

6. Ancient poems about the Cold Food Festival:

1) Meng Yunqing's Cold Food:

In February, the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sad. Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.

2) Han Yi's Cold Food:

In the late spring season, the city of Chang' an everywhere dance, with countless fallen flowers, the east wind of the cold food festival in the royal garden of the willow. The night fell, and the palace was busy with candles, and the smoke wafted up into the house of the prince of Princes and marquises.

3) (Tang) Han Luo's Cold Food Night:

The bitter cold thorn face of the wind, the plum blossom like snow, apricot red. Late at night, slanting on the qiuqiansuo quietly hanging, misty rain hazy, the vague vision of the pavilion.

7. Ancient poems about Lantern Festival:

1) (Tang) Su Weidao's "The fifteenth day of the first month":

Silver flowers as shining Lanterns on trees blaze, This very night the bridge towards bright stars opens. The crowd surged, the dust float in the sky under the hoofs of the horses; Moonlight all over every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

2) (Song) Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi;

Thousands of trees are blooming in the easterly night, and the stars are raining down. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread, laughter and fragrance go away. Looking for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.

3) (Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu's "The Original Checker Yuan Xi"

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market lights are as bright as the day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.

The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

8. Ancient poems about the seventh day of July:

(Song Dynasty) Qin Guan's Queqiao Fairy

The thin clouds are changing in the sky, the meteors in the sky pass the sorrow of acacia, the endless galaxy tonight I quietly crossed. When the golden wind meets the jade dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Common v acacia, tender feelings water, a brief encounter like a dream, when they can not bear to see the bridge road. If the two feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.

Qixi Tang Luo Yin

It's a beautiful day in the winding corner of the Milky Way, and a family laughs and has a red feast. We should thank the female beads and write Tan Lang's splendid articles.

Sweet curtains are clustered in rows, and the golden needles wear them to worship Chanjuan. When the copper pot fails to report it, it will dawn, and it will be sad for another year.