Flying kites at five festivals

Baorong

Adan, Tian Tong and Yao Zheng are in sight. When the colorful string didn't touch the finger, Jinse suddenly heard the wind.

The wild goose column is empty, and the song is empty. Night frost hits the chin, and sunny brings phoenix to tung.

Who caused resentment by choking on food, Qingling bowed to bandits. Ji Qin received the treasure box and scratched his head, without success.

Kites on Xifu Bridge

Dufan

A bridge attracts a paper owl, and child's play is also in charge.

If the wind is urgent, the clouds will not invade.

A man boasts infinite strength, but his body is not much gold.

You know, the Ming Dynasty was not like today.

Yinfu kite and Huanglang puppet

Zengbo Li

Zhu Jun is a bone and a body, and he learned to fly a kite as light as a feather.

You can pay more than a thousand dollars, but you can ask when you look up.

High and poor, rare and weak, few fakes flourish.

I cherish those eventful years, and my son Cao has turned to the grave.

Fuxiang kite

Shao Yong

As soon as the autumn wind hits the clouds, all the people in China look back.

It's good to have a rest away from Xiao Dan, but it's hard to relax.

Kites (kites with titles).

Gaopian

The quiet string rings blue at night, and the palace merchants believe in the wind.

Vaguely like a song, I can hear it, but I was moved to another tune.

Knowledge expansion:

Rural residence

High set

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Translation:

In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery.

After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.

The poem Village Residence was written by a poet who lived in the countryside and saw it with his own eyes. The poet sketched a vibrant and colorful "Happy Spring Picture". The whole poem is full of life interest and poetry. The poet expresses the vitality of early spring and February with the combination of motion and static. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is full of cheerful emotions, and between the lines reveals the poet's joy and praise for the coming of spring.