October 1 of the lunar calendar is Hanyi Festival. It is also a traditional Chinese festival, also known as the traditional Ghost Festival. In Chinese literature, there are also many literati who wrote poems for the Hanyi Festival. Next, follow Xiaobian to understand the poems describing Hanyi Festival.
Seven laws & middot; Hanyi Festival
This festival has never had anything to do with me. How can I break my heart this year.
Looking at the northwest of the cross street, the dream soul invades at the third watch.
The stars are cold because of the new moon, and the children send cotton clothes and feather beds.
When you turn away paper money, you should take two lapels.
Seven laws think of old friends
Everything in the world is separated by Yin and Yang, but you can know it before you know it.
When you are sad, you know it. When you are happy, you can think of your old friends.
Sad tears but with cold clothes, cold fog but afraid of paper foil wet.
Don't complain about human misery, which makes people cry under the spring.
Seven laws. Snow sorrow
The goose feather has seen the broken sky for a long time, and the goose has never crossed Beiguan.
However, the snow e waves, it is difficult for a single oar to break the ice.
Can cold clothes warm the lonely door? The image is still a hundred tree bends.
The king of Xiang will never love Wushan again!
VII. Send sorrow
I owe my family to send cold clothes on the street tonight.
Suddenly recalling the human housing stock, I will send my sorrow together.
Qijue Hanyi Festival
Smoke sunset more dusk, road fire thousands of piles everywhere.
Send it to the dead and burn the money. It's cold and far away. Read the family respect.
Seven wonders. Sadness
Xinma cut out the Royal makeup and knelt down to the southwest.
Don't wait in the spring city of my old friend. I'm full of paper money and send it to Mingxiang.
Wuyan Hanyi Festival
The light is separated by two circles, and the cold and warm are always sad.
Burn fire paper everywhere and send cold clothes to every family.
The smoke rises into the vastness, and another thread enters the clouds.
The old appearance should be unforgettable. Who should ask Lao Qu.