A poem about Torch Festival (a poem about Torch Festival)

1. The poem about Torch Festival was drunk on the day when we met on Torch Festival. The tumbling of flames and waves in the torch dream awakened laughter and 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.

2. What are the poems about the Torch Festival? 1. 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. 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,

3. What are the poems about Torch Festival? 1. 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.

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.

1. Two Poems of Peony Flowers by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi.

2. From the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Liang Zhu Yu Yu Shu Jing Tu Huo"

3. From the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"

4. "Snow" from the Tang Dynasty.

5. "Kyoto Yuanxi" by Yuan Haowen, a poet in Jin Dynasty.

4. The ancient poems about the Torch Festival were drunk on the day they met. The flames and waves in the torch dream woke up in laughter and reveled in 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.

5. Poems praising the Torch Festival were drunk on the day they met, and the flames and waves in the torch dream woke up laughing and intoxicated in 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. Torch Festival: A bonfire, a fiery heart of Yi children burning in the east of Yulong Snow Mountain. If the torch burning on the red land is shot and held high above my head, I will win a beautiful bonfire for Hongfeng's lover. A bunch of hot topics are obsessed with the dance of Yi boys and girls. If the legend of Torch Festival spreads, it will linger in my heart, emitting a classic and charming fragrance in lotus petals. A bonfire and a bunch of rosy flames will bloom in Puzhehei's original tender face.

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. Bai and Naxi people who live at the foot of Wufeng Mountain near Heqing and Lijiang will hold fire-playing activities on the night of Torch Festival.

People tied bundles of red flowers to all the big trees in the village, symbolizing that "red flowers burn like torches". When the first star appeared in the sky, people held small torches, sang and danced, and sang hymns around the "Honghua Huoshu".

On the Torch Festival, Pumi people living in ninglang county will hold activities to worship Vulcan. According to legend, the Vulcan worshiped by Pumi people is called Anggumi, who was originally the female ancestor of Mosuo people.

For the happiness of her offspring and Pumi people who live with her ethnic group, she sneaked into the Heavenly Palace and stole the fire, using her body as a torch to lead the fire to the world, so that Mosuo people and Pumi people could get the fire at the same time. In order not to forget the kindness of Anggumi from generation to generation, Pumi people set the day when Anggumi brought fire as a festival to worship Vulcan.

In the early morning of the festival, people planted a big pine tree at their respective village entrances, symbolizing the embodiment of Anguomei. The tree is covered with small torches, and how many people there are in the village, the tree will be hung with small torches corresponding to the population.

In the afternoon, after the "incarnation" was sacrificed with a sacrificial ceremony, the "incarnation" was lit by the oldest old woman in the village. Participants took a small torch from the "avatar" and lit it on the "avatar".

Later, under the leadership of the old woman, everyone danced a pot dance around the "incarnation" and praised Leon Gu Mi's contribution to spreading the fire. After praising the "incarnation", everyone paired up in groups, held torches, danced and sang loudly in villages, fields and mountains.

Pray for the blessing of Vulcan Ang Gu Mi, and bless the prosperity of people and animals in the village, abundant crops, peace in the village and all the best ... Huangping Township, a hot spot in Heqing County, is rich in products. According to legend, the residents here are descendants of Kong Ming and Meng Huo who left the army and came here.

This fertile soil was cultivated when Kong Ming and Meng Huo formed an alliance. And on the evening of June 24, burning the midnight oil, five seeds were sown for the first time, and the barren land became fertile land.

To commemorate this day, future generations will light torches every day, burn the midnight oil and sow crops in Xiao Chun. At that time, old people and children were holding torches, singing and dancing around the fields, and young people were sowing seeds in the fields.

Labor production and folk activities are integrated and have a unique flavor. Throughout the ages, every year on Torch Festival night, all ethnic groups celebrate in the same area, from shanzhai to towns, from high mountains to Pingba. Everyone lights torches, forms a circle hand in hand with their heels, and sings and dances.

The old man is playing the travel-stained Qin Yue, the young man is playing the flute that has not been touched for a long time, and the girls are pulling the strings hanging on their chests, hoping that the crops will be bumper every year, the six animals will flourish and sing a better life. In the moonlight, handfuls of torches and piles of flaming bonfires fall to the ground like stars in the sky, and there is a world of fire and an ocean of singing and dancing everywhere.

People are singing and dancing to their heart's content, and the lively scene of Torch Festival night has been described by many scholars in past dynasties. Torch Festival lasts for three days and nights, each with its own characteristics. Every night after dinner, a certain family starts to light a handle, and then scramble for the handle to go outside the village. People sang torch songs, and the songs echoed through the valley with the spread of torches.

Then, according to the established direction, a fire dragon came to the public entertainment place. They gathered torches and burned them into a fire. The whole village danced and played happily around the fire. Today, with the reform and opening up and the party's ethnic policy shining brilliantly, the Torch Festival has been endowed with newer mass, entertaining and diverse contents.

People not only inherit and carry forward some of their excellent traditional cultures, but also integrate into the atmosphere of the times and form a new scene. For example, during the festival, foreign tourists, tourists from inside and outside the province poured in, and businessmen poured in, and foreigners far exceeded locals. Torch Festival has become a means and opportunity for Torch Festival to attract people from all walks of life to come for sightseeing and trade negotiations.

Various mass cultural and sports performances are also colorful year by year, and folk festivals naturally become regional festivals, from rural festivals to urban and rural festivals, from single ethnic festivals to multi-ethnic festivals. Not many people really know and understand the Yi people, but when it comes to "Torch Festival" and "Axi Jumping on the Moon", people will not feel strange.

But then again, we must understand that the Torch Festival is still in the countryside, especially in remote villages far away from the city, where there are authentic folk customs. On the first night of the Torch Festival on June 24th of the lunar calendar, in addition to singing, dancing and hide-and-seek, children will also play a game called "the eagle catches the chicken".

One person dressed as an "eagle", others lined up and grabbed the back of the former person in turn. The first person in the queue dressed as a hen to protect the chicken behind him. The eagle desperately grabbed the chicken behind it. The chicken in the back saw the eagle coming to grab it, and the hen in front also desperately grabbed the eagle. If the eagle is caught by a hen, it will protect the chicken as a hen.

On the one hand, the chicken behind has to swing to avoid the eagle, on the other hand, it has to squeak. Before the game of "the eagle catches the chicken", the hen should spread its wings to protect the chicken (the pretender puts out his hands), imitating the hen's cry "Goo! Come on! " The eagle can start catching chickens.

In addition to "the eagle catches the chicken", there is a smaller game "the fox protects the stone". That is, one person pretends to be a female fox, with his hands and feet on the ground and three stones under him, pretending to be a fox cub. A person dressed as a tiger grabs the stone under the "mother fox". The mother fox kicks the tiger with her feet, and the tiger will guard the fox cubs instead of the mother fox.

When people lit bonfires on the big open dam and played various games, the formality between the older generation and the younger generation disappeared in this festive atmosphere. As the saying goes, Torch Festival is a fun festival, and it can't be wrong to play for three days.

Even those newly-married wives who have just received their in-laws' first torch festival (Liangshan Yi newlyweds usually start from the torch festival. ) I am also shy to hide behind my mother-in-law and sister-in-law with a blanket half covering my face.

People revel until a crescent moon rises to Dongshan before going home to rest. The girls were so excited that they could hardly sleep. You help me, I'll help you clean up.

Get ready for the next day's dress, prepare dry food, meat, fruit and other things, so as to get together better.