What are some ancient poems about the Zhongyuan Festival? This is how the ancients described the Zhongyuan Festival.

What are some ancient poems about the Ghost Festival? According to legend, the Zhongyuan Festival is the product of the combination of Taoism and traditional Chinese folk customs. According to custom, people must worship their ancestors, offer sacrifices with new rice and other things, and report the autumn harvest to their ancestors. Next, let’s take a look at how ancient poems describe the Ghost Festival.

What are some ancient poems about the Zhongyuan Festival?

Tang Dynasty

"Written on the Zhongyuan Festival" by Li Shangyin: I came to the palace to pay homage to the Shangqing Palace during the Zhongyuan Festival.
Yang Quan had to get rid of the gold bars, and Wen Qiao ended up with an empty jade mirror stand.
I would wake up from my sleep and hear the rain, without realizing I got lost because of the flowers blooming.
Youxu is far away from Yingzhou, so how can the green bird be the matchmaker?

"Rituals for the Zhongyuan Day" by Lu Gong: The fourth month of the lunar calendar meets the autumn season, and the three origins get the qi in the middle. Clouds welcome the blue sky capital, and chapters are played in the Jade Emperor's palace.
The altar drips with locust flower dew, and the fragrance wafts through the cypress wind. The feathered robes are ethereal and the jade wheels are rolling in the void.
I have long admired the guests who enjoyed the feast, and have always felt sad about the insects gathering on the water pepper. How to teach the Qing Nang? From now on, I will visit the Hong family.

"The rituals of Zhongyuan Temple are performed in Buxuxu" is a secret record of Yin Yaofan and Wudu, by Mr. Bai Shili. The autumn light in the upper world is clear, and the night air of the Zhongyuan Festival is refreshing.
The stars are facing the emperor, and the sound of cranes' steps is startled. The flowers in the Jade Cave have long hair, and the moon in the Pearl Palace is the brightest.
Sweeping the altar makes heaven and earth solemn; throwing the letter frightens the ghosts and gods. If you could give me a knife, acupuncture needle and medicine, I would still be immortal.

"Zhongyuan Night" by Li Ying On the Zhongyuan Night in the water temple in the south of the Yangtze River, Yue'e was seen beside the golden millet fence. The red candle's shadow is as close as a fairy, and the green ring's light is as bright as many people.
The fragrance of orchid and musk wafts through the colorful palace, and dew surrounds the green clothes and silk. The Wu Gorge is far away in the night sky over the Xiang River, and I don’t know how to get home.

"A Gift to Master Zhang on a Daily Basis" It is a coincidence that I have come to the world during the Zhongyuan Festival, and I have not been idle since the day of the festival.
Burning incense quietly in the fairy temple, I know that the master is paying homage to Yujing Mountain from afar.

"A Letter to My Taoist Fellows on the Night of the Zhongyuan Festival" by Lu Guimeng In Juzhai the wind and dew have already cleared away, but Mr. Dongguo's illness has not yet been cured. A dream alone on a pillow is easily broken by crickets, and a letter from a short eaves is rarely delivered by a swallow.
The broad clouds cover the sun and you should be near, while my reflected shadow among the flowers is still sparse. I only envy the feathered man whose collar is as smooth as water, and who holds the flag steadily and steps in the empty space.

Song Dynasty

"Presented to Zi Jin in the Rain during the Zhongyuan Festival" Zhu Xi's office is still bustling with hustle and bustle, while the fire flows westwards. This is a happy festival, but the sudden cool rain brings the coming of autumn.
In the evening, orchids grow thickly on the path, and reeds grow quietly in the courtyard. Once the heat is gone, nothing remains.
Put aside your pen and sword, and let the hustle and bustle of the world rest your mind. Sitting upright, he satirized the Taoist words and burned incense to show his true intention.
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"Written on Baihua Island on the Night of the Mid-Autumn Festival" by Fan Zhongyan The prefect of Nanyang was in a state of wildness and admiring the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I forgot to go home in Baihua Island at night, and the green phoenix trees were silent and smooth with dew.
The blue sea of ​​​​Tianxue spews out pearls, and the cold light shines on the sparse stars. Looking at the world from the west tower, everything is bright and clear in the jade pot.
The scorching heat has always been unavoidable, so is it heaven's will that it's cool tonight? A flute blows away the clouds in the sky; the host sings and the guests get drunk.
The drunken guest got up and danced to follow my song, but he didn't sing or dance like an old man.

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"Seeing the Moon on the Zhongyuan Festival" Ming Dynasty/Bian Gong enjoys the clear light while sitting, and does not come downstairs even when it gets late.
Not because of a leap month, tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Thoughts on the Ghost Festival" by Wang Kaitai of the Qing Dynasty The Taoist temple saves all ghosts and spirits, and the original ancient meaning of the Yulan Festival is preserved.
I wonder why there is red paper pasted on the door, and mountains of meat and seas of wine to celebrate the Zhongyuan Festival.

"Chang'an Miscellaneous Feelings in the Style of Bamboo Branches" by Pang Ke, Qing Dynasty The cool frost on the trees gives way to a clear air, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon shines brightly across the nine streets.
Children compete to pick the green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter over the city of fire.