Ancient poems about the Ghost Festival on the 15th day of the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar

Poems on the 15th day of the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar

2.The Immemorial of the Obon Festival

(Ming Dynasty) Wang Yanhong

Two months ago the three funerals cried out in tears, and the wild geese traveled in the opposite direction of snowy garments.

The red lanterns are the same as the red lanterns on the ferry, and the bamboos are one pole each.

A few old homes are dreaming, and a bunch of new ghosts are hovering for the time being.

It may not be necessary to recognize each other in life, but it is not difficult to realize that there is no life.

3. "Feelings of the Mid-Yuan Festival"

(Qing Dynasty)Wang Kaitai

The Taoist temple is a place where the ghosts of the past are dispersed, and the loess has the ancient meaning of Yu Lan.

But I blame the red paper on the head of the door, celebrating the Chinese New Year on a mountain of meat and a sea of wine.

4. "Chang'an Miscellaneous Xingxiao Bamboo Branch Style"

(qing) pang Kai ten thousand trees are cool and frosty, and the moon in the middle of the Yuan dynasty is bright on the nine streets.

The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

5. "The Night Song of the Old County Post in the Middle Yuan Dynasty"

(淸)梦麟

The long river is in the south and the bucket is in the north, and there is no one in the trees and the moon is deep in the dark.

The broken gate and the broken doorway are not enough for a hundred people, and every family cries at night when it is dusk and the wine is drained.

The lonely guest heard of the gloomy colorless, want to see the Qiu Long that can be obtained.

Four years ago, I was in a foreign country, but I saw others offering me wine and food.

Orphans have never been with their parents, and the spirits sigh when they do not see me.

What good is it for my parents to have me if I can't celebrate my birth?

6. Two of the Ten Songs of Obon

(淸)郑用锡

100万青蚨撒手哀哀，曾没有富贵到泉台。

Sacrificing my life to seek the honey of the tiles, the enemy's copper mountain is always turned into ashes.

What kind of a person operates the book of ghosts in A and B?

The paper money will be in the bank tonight, so don't make fun of it.

Ancient poems about the Ghost Festival on the half of the seventh month

7.Waves of sand

(R.O.C.) Wang Cellophane

A piece of moonlight opens up, and the sky has no end. The clear waves like water cover the air.

The sunflower fan and the peach pith were changed at the beginning, and it was cool to the copper street.

Golden strands of green shoes, the fall is particularly harmonious. The old custom of the Chinese New Year is a sad one.

Tonight the Bon is lonely, who hangs the palace acacia.

8. Man Jiang Hong

(Republic of China) Ning Tiao

Title Note: 1908

The years have passed, and it's been a long time since we've seen the Chinese New Year.

It's a pity that the flowers blossomed, but I never folded them.

The emperor's daughter has a new complaint, and Nvwa is ashamed to fill the gap in the sky.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the same situation as me.

The steed is a great success, but the heart is even stronger. The tiger has turned into a rat, and the throat has been turned into a pharynx.

Looking at the city of the Emperor, the Huns have not been destroyed.

The peach stalks are broken, and the lilacs are knotted with idle sorrow.

Check out the history of the rise and fall of a few, it is difficult to say.

9. "Linjiang Xian: The Bon Festival of Lingquan Zen Temple on the Day of the Mid-Yuan"

(Contemporary) Zhou Yanting

The pond is full of grasses, and the edge of life has been cultivated for a few lifetimes.

What can I do to repay the spring sunshine? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," she said.

A few pestles and bells startled the dream, the days of flowers and rain.

The clouds of compassion return. The mountains are green, and the water is blue.

10.

The Night of the New Year's Eve at the Hundred Flowers Chau

(Song) Fan Zhongyan, the governor of Nanyang, was so mad that he enjoyed the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The night of the Hundred Flowers Chau is a time to forget to return, and the green woo is soundless and the dew is smooth.

The sky learns from the blue sea to spit out the pearl, the cold light shoots the treasure stardust sparse.

The west floor to see the world, Yingran are in the clear jade pot.

The heat of the day is unavoidable, and the coolness of the night is not the will of God.

Blowing a flute to eliminate the clouds, the host sang a song and the guest was drunk.

The drunken guest danced and sang to me, but I did not sing or dance as if I were an old man.

11.

Submitted to Zi Jin in the rain in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty

(Song) Zhu Xi Feedback is still prosperous, the fire is empty west flow.

This is a good festival, cool rain suddenly startled the fall.

Bonnie Night, the orchid path, Xiao Jia court tree ghost.

The heat of the day is gone, and no one will be left behind.

The sword and the pen were put away, and the clamor of the world and the heart were put away. The first thing I did was to make sure that I had a good time, and that I had a good time with my family.

They also play with literature and history.

12.

(Sung)Xu Jisun

This is the first day of the festival, and I'm still away from my hometown.

The Zen line is the same as the seat, and the fasting is the same as the hall.

The tea of the river is colorful, and the wild vegetables have a fragrance of the mountains. I remember the three autumn chrysanthemums, and who hoe the deserted paths.

13. "Sighing at the Bon Festival in the Temple"

(Song) Song Boren

Happily recognizing the name of my ancestors, I came to the temple on the second day of the month, when the mortar and pestle were in the east of the city.

The paper money on the ground is cold, and there are no real cries.

14. Midday of the Chinese New Year

(Song)Yang Wanli

The sun is still like a cooking pot after the rain, and the shade of the pavilion refuses to move.

The bees have no flowers to pass through, and the ants have water to stop them from returning.

It's the middle of the Yuan Festival, and the weather is too hot for the first days of the year.

It is still hot in the small garden, so I will sit down and read the Tang poems.

15. Poem on the Observance of the Dharma Service on the Day of the Mid-Yuan

(Tang Dynasty)Lu Gong

The Four Memorials are in the order of the Autumn Festival, and the three elements of the Festival are in the midst of the Qi.

The clouds greeted me with a blue footstep, and a chapter was played in the Jade Palace.

The altar is dripping with yellow dew, and the fragrance is wafting in the wind of cypress.

The feathered clothes are in the mist, and the Yao hubs are rolling over the empty space.

It has been a long time since I have admired the guests who dined at the Xia Xia, and I have always been saddened by the polygonum bugs I practiced with. If I could be awarded the green bag, I would visit Hongmeng from now on.