The poem about expressing Halloween is 1. The poem about Halloween is in Chinese.
The seven laws of Halloween
Fly 3 thousand
Every dusty Wan Li has its west and east,
Ghosts and monsters are different
Blue eyes, red dancing with Mao Mao,
Bluetooth gives birth to wind.
Elf swordsman knocks at the door,
The heroine Superman is better than the blade.
Carve a face with a pumpkin skillfully,
Bags full of sweets are very interesting for children.
Seven rules of Halloween (new rhyme)
Wang Shudong
Since ancient times, spells have concealed people's eyes and ears.
The shadows are fierce now.
Just sitting next to the prince's grave,
I saw the witch walking in the tree again.
Cover the door to prevent vampires,
Lights out. I'm afraid I'll eat human sperm.
In a daze, looking for a gun to find a halberd,
Kill all demons and maintain peace.
2. Poems describing Halloween
Poetry about Mid-Autumn Festival (Ghost Festival)
The feeling of Mid-Autumn Festival (Qing Dynasty) Wang Kaitai
Dojo is full of ghosts, the original Langu.
But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains.
Chang 'an Zazhuzhi (Qing Dynasty) Pang Long
Thousands of trees are cool and frosty, and the moon is bright in the middle of the month.
Children fight for green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the fire city.
A gift from the Japanese-stone
(Tang dynasty) make a solitary Chu
I came to this world to pay RMB, and I had no leisure until I paid RMB.
Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan.
The concept of etiquette in the middle yuan dynasty
(Tang)
Four orders, three yuan in the air. Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace.
The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang. Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty.
For a long time, I longed for a meal of Xiake, and I often mourned the gathering of Polygonum hydropiper. How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family.
Xu Xu, Ministry of Justice of Zhongyuan Customs
Yin (Tang)
Everyone has a secret record, Mr. Bailey. The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear.
The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned. Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest.
Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow. After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
Zhongyuan Zuo
(Tang) Li Shangyin
Festival flutters to the palace, and the Central Plains worships the Qing Dynasty. The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror.
It saves you the trouble of sleeping and listening to the rain and not knowing how to get lost and bloom. How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou?
Mid-autumn night
(Tang) Li Ying
On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people.
The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed. Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
Send Taoist lovers on Mid-Autumn Festival night (choose one)
(Tang) Lu Guimeng
The dew in the orange village has dispersed, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill. Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books.
The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection. Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, a hundred flowers blossom.
Fan Zhongyan (Northern Song Dynasty)
Nanyang satrap crazy hair, don't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night.
Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare. Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot.
The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight. A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated.
The guests are drunk, dancing and chasing my songs, which are like CSI.
In the rain of the Central Plains, Zi Jin appeared.
Zhu (Southern Song Dynasty)
The office is still busy, and the fire is flowing west. Happy holidays, cold rain and sudden autumn shock.
In the evening, the blue path is purple and the trees are quiet. Once the inflammation is gone, Taiwan Province will not be left behind.
Knife and pen with screen, noise and heart rest. It is ironic to say that burning incense is delicious.
Zi also plays literature and history, which is the same as Youyou.
Appreciating the Moon in the Mid-Yuan Dynasty
(Ming) Bian Gong
It is better to go downstairs than to sit in love. It's not the leap month, but the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight.
Zhong yuan ri Zhai zhong Zuo
(Ming) Zhu
The pottery pillow covers the plain screen, and the empty house lies alone in the rain. Wangchuan used to be a temple, and the new history was written by someone.
In autumn, the window bamboo is lonely, and the magnolia begs for food. I will have to escape from Zen for many years, but I don't want to wake up for a long time.
3. What are the poems about Halloween?
Shakespeare's Halloween Poetry: The Witch's Bite
Witch cauldron
William Shakespeare
"Newt's eyes, frog's toes,
Bat hair and dog tongue
"Viper's fork, blind stinkbug's thorn,
Lizard's legs, owl's wings "
"For the charm of powerful troubles,
It's like the broth in hell is boiling
"Double, double, hard work and trouble,
The fire is burning and the pot is bubbling. "
Others are.
Candy king
There is a king who likes Halloween.
He waits for this horrible scene every year.
He sneaked out and hung it on the door.
There are countless black bats, witches and ghosts.
Midnight is his favorite time.
The monster covered the snake with mucus.
When the bell rings at twelve o'clock.
He opened his Snickers.
4. Poems describing Halloween
Mid-Autumn Festival (Ghost Festival) poem "Mid-Autumn Festival Feeling" (Qing Dynasty) Wang Kaitai Dojo is full of ghosts, and the original ancient meaning of Magnolia still exists.
But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains. "Chang 'an Miscellaneous Bamboo Branches" (Qing Dynasty) Pombawan Trees are cold and frosty, and it is clear in mid-January.
Children fight for green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the fire city. "A Japanese Gift to a Teacher" (Tang Dynasty) made the lonely Chu come to the world by accident, but he was not idle until he gave Yuan.
Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan. By the middle of Yuan Dynasty, The Book of Rites Sun (Tang Dynasty), Four Autumn Preface and Three Yuan Seize the Empty.
Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace. The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang.
Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty. For a long time, I longed for a meal of Xiake, and I often mourned the gathering of Polygonum hydropiper.
How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family. "In the mid-Yuan Dynasty, the concept of Buddhism was false" (Tang Dynasty), recorded by Yin Kai, Mr. Bai Shili.
The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned.
Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest. Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow.
After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name. "Zhong Yuan Zuo" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin Festival fluttered to the palace, and Zhong Yuan worshipped the Qing Dynasty.
The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror. It saves you the trouble of sleeping and listening to the rain and not knowing how to get lost and bloom.
How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou? "Mid-Autumn Night" (Tang) On the Mid-Autumn Night in Jiangnan Water Temple, Li Ying met Yue 'e by the golden millet hedge.
The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people. The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed.
Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home. Mid-autumn night farewell couple (choose one) (Tang) Lu Guimeng Orange Village dew has been cleared, and Mr. Dong Guo's illness has not been removed.
Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books. The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection.
Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty. "Mid-Autumn Festival Hundred Flowers" (Northern Song Dynasty) Nanyang satrap Fan Zhongyan enjoyed the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night. Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare.
Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot. The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight.
A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated. The guests are drunk, dancing and chasing my songs, which are like CSI.
In the rain in the mid-Yuan Dynasty, a child appeared in the Jin Dynasty (Southern Song Dynasty), and Zhu was still busy, gloomy and the fire flowed westward. Happy holidays, cold rain and sudden autumn shock.
In the evening, the blue path is purple and the trees are quiet. Once the inflammation is gone, Taiwan Province will not be left behind.
Knife and pen with screen, noise and heart rest. It is ironic to say that burning incense is delicious.
Zi also plays literature and history, which is the same as Youyou. "Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Yuan Dynasty" (Ming Dynasty) loves the clarity of the frontier, and it is deeper without going downstairs.
It's not the leap month, but the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight. "Central Plains Japanese Zhai Zhong Zuo" (Ming) Zhu Tao pillow single screen, empty Zhai lying alone in the rain.
Wangchuan used to be a temple, and the new history was written by someone. In autumn, the window bamboo is lonely, and the magnolia begs for food.
I will have to escape from Zen for many years, but I don't want to wake up for a long time.
5. Poetry about Ghost Festival
Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival (Qing Dynasty) Wang Kaitai
Dojo is full of ghosts, the original Langu. But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains.
Chang 'an Zazhu (Qing) Pang Long
Thousands of trees are cool and frosty, and the moon is bright in the middle of the month. Children fight for green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the fire city.
Zuo (Ming) from the Japanese House in the Central Plains was stationed in Fan Yue.
The pottery pillow covers the plain screen, and the empty house lies alone in the rain. Wangchuan used to be a temple, and the new history was written by someone. In autumn, the window bamboo is lonely, and the magnolia begs for food. I will have to escape from Zen for many years, but I don't want to wake up for a long time.
Mid-Autumn Festival Bai Hua Zhou Zuoren (Northern Song Dynasty) Fan Zhongyan
Nanyang satrap crazy hair, don't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night. Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare. Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot. The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight. A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated. The guests are drunk, dancing and chasing my songs, which are like CSI.
The son of Zhu, the Central Plains in the rain of Jin Dynasty (Southern Song Dynasty)
The office is still busy, and the fire is flowing west. Happy holidays, cold rain and sudden autumn shock. In the evening, the blue path is purple and the trees are quiet. Once the inflammation is gone, Taiwan Province will not be left behind. Knife and pen with screen, noise and heart rest. It is ironic to say that burning incense is delicious. Zi also plays literature and history, which is the same as Youyou.
A gift from a Japanese made him feel lonely.
I came to this world to pay RMB, and I had no leisure until I paid RMB. Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan.
Duke Lu in the Middle Yuan Dynasty (Tang Dynasty)
Four orders, three yuan in the air. Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace. The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang. Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty. For a long time, I longed for a meal of Xiake, and I often mourned the gathering of Polygonum hydropiper. How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family.
Yin (Tang Dynasty) Mid-Yuan Dynasty
Everyone has a secret record, Mr. Bailey. The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned. Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest. Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow. After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
Zhong Yuanzuo (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
Festival flutters to the palace, and the Central Plains worships the Qing Dynasty. The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror. It saves you the trouble of sleeping and listening to the rain and not knowing how to get lost and bloom. How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou?
Zhongyuan Ye (Tang) Li Ying
On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people. The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed. Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I sent a Taoist couple (choose one from the other) (Tang) Lu Guimeng.
The dew in the orange village has dispersed, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill. Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books. The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection. Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.