Poetry describing the Chinese New Year.
Wang Anshi in Yuan Dynasty (Song Dynasty)
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu; New peaches replace old charms
Spring Snow Han Yu
The new year is not yet full of youth, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
Spring Thoughts Huangfu Ran
The orioles sing and the swallows announce the New Year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi.
I live in Laycheng, adjacent to Hanyuan, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, while the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs.
To ask Yuan Rong Dou’s chariots and horses when they will return to Yanran.
New Year's Day test writing by Chen Xianzhang
When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating, the temples and temples are fighting for the legacy.
Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and young children are singing happy New Year poems together.
As we age, new years come again, and with the coming of spring, there are even more beautiful flowers.
Where is the evening breeze and the flute of the Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky.