1) Wang Anshi's January Day
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
2) (Tang) Gao Shi's Night Work
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
3) Wen Tianxiang at night
Dry kunkong, years go to the church;
The road is full of wind and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.
Life fades with the years, and the body is forgotten.
There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.
2. About Mid-Autumn Festival
1) Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2) Tang, "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?
3) Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Song Sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
4) Song Sushi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
3. Ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
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.
On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) Song Wenzhi
Cold food immediately, one is late spring.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
The old garden is heartbroken, and the willows are new day and night.
Cold food (Tang) Hanyi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Lumen belongs to Tang.
The tiller calls for love for the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
Cold Food Yewangyin (Tang) Bai Juyi
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
4. Ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival
1) I miss my Shandong brother Wang Wei on vacation in the mountains.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
2) (Tang) Meng Haoran's "Autumn Mount Zhang Wu"
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
3) (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao was drunk among flowers.
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.