What are the poems about Torch Festival?
I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony. Lonely red to rain, scattered with the wind.
Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud. 2. The rain is sparse and the fire is splashed.
The swing in the alley is still unclear. Apricot buds are fragrant and broken.
Pink and faded white rouge. Bitterness is frustrated by emotion.
Sick and tired, as muddy as a year. Around the cloister, sitting alone.
Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock. Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.
Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire.
Poetry and wine use time. 4. Cry more new ghosts and worry about the old man alone.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind. The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.
The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air. 5. Wearing strange clothes and making up everywhere, the lights on Sixth Street make the children angry.
I am just a gown, and I am also in the laughter of tourists. From the two poems of Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi that cherish peony flowers, from Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's butterfly love flowers, drizzling, cherishing classrooms and spitting fire, from Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's works of looking south of the Yangtze River and transcendental platform, from Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's pile of snow, from Jin Dynasty poet Yuan Haowen's Yuan Xi in Kyoto,
2. What are the poems about Torch Festival: 1? Dancing with flaming torches, offering Yi Xian's glutinous rice toast.
2. Moonlight torches illuminate the night, sun torches remove darkness, Poseidon torches guide navigation, and Bodhisattva torches protect the Bai people. 3. Smoke lingers on the laurel tree, and fire shines on the floor of the sky. The Zen monk painted a picture of the future, with a torch on the big bug's head.
I used lightning as a torch, but I hit the third watch tomorrow afternoon. 6. I used lightning as a torch, but I hit the third watch tomorrow afternoon.
7. Who knows 1000 wishes every day? Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. 8. Suddenly, I saw Erythrina, and the rare trees in the garden turned a little red.
Every June, the stars return to the festival and grow in the end of the world. 9 ... the mountain dance and the fire dance are radiant, and the sky is falling and the stars are everywhere. 10, smiling at the torch, a series of dance steps ushered in the dawn. Origin of Torch Festival: Liangshan Yi Torch Festival is the second festival in the Yi solar calendar, which is celebrated in the hottest time in June of the lunar calendar.
Yang Shen, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem "The Stars Return to the Festival in June". According to historical documents, the Torch Festival means "occupy agriculture with fire", "hold fire to illuminate the fields to pray for the New Year" and "illuminate the fields so that the clouds can avoid insects".
Torch Festival is a grand festival with the largest scale, the richest content, the most spectacular scene, the largest number of participants and the strongest national characteristics among many traditional festivals of Yi people.
3. What are the poems about Torch Festival? 1, "Two Peony Flowers"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Hanlinyuan beitang huaxia building
There are only two red peonies left in front of the melancholy stage.
I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony.
Xinchang douban shizhai nanhuating summer building
Lonely red to rain, scattered with the wind.
Enigmatic was still disappointed when he landed, not to mention falling into the mud.
2. "butterfly lovers, Rain and Rain, Shujing, Sprinkle Fire"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The rain is thin and the fire is splashing. The swing in the alley is still unclear. Apricot buds are fragrant and broken. Pink and faded white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by emotion. Sick and tired, as muddy as a year. Around the cloister, sitting alone. Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.
3. "Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, I am detached from Taiwan workers."
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.
4. It snows
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.
The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
5. Kyoto Yuanxi
Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Tourists wearing beautiful clothes have entertainment activities everywhere. In the streets and alleys, children's laughter and jokes are very obvious.
I am just a gown, and I am also in the laughter of tourists.
4. Poems about Torch Festival, drunk in Torch Festival.
On the day we met, the torch became a dream.
The fire in the dream
The rolling waves of fire shook the laughter.
Wake up and revel in the picture of sparks reflecting the sky.
The flame splashed red on the torch.
Face flushed, peach blossoms blossomed.
Outside the fire pit, under the butter umbrella
Revellers string together romance.
The wind detours, and Lou dares not smell it.
An intoxicating love story is being written.
The date of meeting is always too short
Meet the fire, spread the fire and send the fire for three days.
Looking forward to burning passion is like a torch in a hurry.
Passionate days run in time.
Cultivate in buckwheat fields,
Drunk in the thick and sweet torch festival.
There is a kind of spring germination and intoxication.
Taste and aftertaste in the torch festival carnival
Even if it is a frost cover, it is a little drunk satisfaction.
In the fire sacrifice, the days become fresh.
During the annual Torch Festival, sesame blossoms are on the rise.
Drunk in the long river of time, the wine is overflowing.
Inherit the lasting charm of the couple's swan song.
5. Poems related to Torch Festival are all drunk on Torch Festival.
On the day we met, the torch became a dream.
The fire in the dream
The rolling waves of fire shook the laughter.
Wake up and revel in the picture of sparks reflecting the sky.
The flame splashed red on the torch.
Face flushed, peach blossoms blossomed.
Outside the fire pit, under the butter umbrella
Revellers string together romance.
The wind detours, and Lou dares not smell it.
An intoxicating love story is being written.
The date of meeting is always too short
Meet the fire, spread the fire and send the fire for three days.
Looking forward to burning passion is like a torch in a hurry.
Passionate days run in time.
Cultivate in buckwheat fields,
Drunk in the thick and sweet torch festival.
There is a kind of spring germination and intoxication.
Taste and aftertaste in the torch festival carnival
Even if it is a frost cover, it is a little drunk satisfaction.
In the fire sacrifice, the days become fresh.
During the annual Torch Festival, sesame blossoms are on the rise.
Drunk in the long river of time, the wine is overflowing.
Inherit the lasting charm of the couple's swan song.
6. Are there any poems praising the drunkenness of Torch Festival? On the day when the Torch Festival met, the flames and waves in the torch dream woke up in laughter and reveled in the picture of sparks reflected in the sky.
The fire on the torch spits red, outside the peach blossom fire pool, the revelers walk around under the ghee umbrella, and the dew dare not smell the intoxicating love chapter being written. The date of meeting is always too short, too short to catch fire, not to spread fire, not to send fire. I look forward to the day when my passion burns like a torch. I will run in the buckwheat field in time and indulge in the strong and sweet torch festival.
There is a kind of spring germination, intoxicated in the carnival of Torch Festival. Even if you are covered in frost, it is a day of contentment in a drunken dream. In the Fire Festival, the annual Torch Festival is refurbished, and sesame blossoms are rising. In the long river of time, the fragrance of flowers and wine inherits the lasting charm of lovers' farewell songs.
7. The sentence about "Torch Festival" 1. The fire broke my heart and turned your face red.
The twinkling ideal dyed half the sky red. The fire opened the eyes of youth and the night was transparent.
No matter how far or near the road is, fire still guides the soul. Fire warms the cold soul, illuminates the fresh life, and continues the touching homesickness of Yi people.
Fire kisses firewood, and rosin drives away loneliness and cold. Flame burns hope and dispels cold and darkness.
The nation of fire has the emotion of fire, and the descendants of fire are as bright as fire. 2. Castle Peak remains the same. Where are people? Heroes have been short of breath since ancient times.
So there is a stone grave, which people say is the legacy of Houpu Ahe. Back in those days, I pulled out the castle peak and used a tripod as a spoon.
Invincible in all directions, half a day is clouds! Torch feast, guests from all directions, wine and food records. A strong man is positive and happy.
I've never been a genius. I'd rather make antiques. Whether the hero wins or loses, if he has the courage, who will accompany him? .
8. The poem praising the Torch Festival was drunk. On the day when we met on the Torch Festival, the flames and waves in the torch dream woke up in laughter and were intoxicated with the picture of sparks reflecting the sky.
The fire on the torch spits red, outside the peach blossom fire pool, the revelers walk around under the ghee umbrella, and the dew dare not smell the intoxicating love chapter being written. The date of meeting is always too short, too short to catch fire, not to spread fire, not to send fire. I look forward to the day when my passion burns like a torch. I will run in the buckwheat field in time and indulge in the strong and sweet torch festival.
There is a kind of spring germination, intoxicated in the carnival of Torch Festival. Even if you are covered in frost, it is a day of contentment in a drunken dream. In the Fire Festival, the annual Torch Festival is refurbished, and sesame blossoms are rising. In the long river of time, the fragrance of flowers and wine inherits the lasting charm of lovers' farewell songs.