Wang Anshi in January.
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Zhu yiyue.
Is the custom beautiful and people fresh? Wan Li wine alone, wins five spicy.
Business has been lurking and the country has suddenly changed. If there is no joy, there will be no more ideas.
The first day, Jin Fenghua.
Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.
Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.
Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.
I don't know each other in the depths of my hometown, but I only prefer Dong Jun.
Happy New Year to Wen Zhiming.
I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.
I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.
Poems describing New Year's Day are as follows:
1, make up the rain on the third day, countless generosity is better than gold. Singing awakens the hearts of passionate soldiers, and singing urges the earth to put on new green. God gives gifts to happy words, and wonderful words are full of joy. Clothes and pens celebrate the night, secretly wishing arowana vicissitudes of life. The seventh law loves the spring rain on the third day of the first month.
2, the third night is fine, and the light silver mark is small. Just like a beautiful woman looking at her eyebrows in the mirror, it's a pity that she is beautiful. Lights reflected in the street and firecrackers were heard far and near. Where is the spring breeze now? Who knows? Operator? On the third night of New Year's Eve.
3. Red lipstick is stuck on the top door. Burn incense, worship Buddha and worship the first soul. ? A few years ago, I made a sacrifice to my family. Red dog prayed for hell. Fourth line, New Year's Day.