A complete collection of poems celebrating New Year's Day?

New Year's Day is a traditional festival in China. It was used from the restoration of the summer calendar by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to the Revolution of 1911. After the founding of the Republic of China, the Gregorian calendar was the standard calendar year, and Gregorian calendar 1 month 1 day was designated as New Year's Day. The following is the relevant information of the poems I compiled to celebrate New Year's Day for your reference!

Poems celebrating New Year's Day

Fengcheng new year speech

Tea Shen Xing

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.

Ding Mao yuan ri

Qian Qing Qian Yi

A bottle of wine at the age of one pays homage to the court, and young children bring clothes to comfort the screen.

I like to eat meat when I wait on my mother, but I prefer to dream about fish in 2008.

The hook curtain wants to pick up the new nest swallow, and the ink stone is also sparse.

I went to the neighboring chicken millet bureau, which has nothing to do with me.

Family new year's day

Tang Meng Hao ran

I returned to the north last night and set out from the east today;

I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy;

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Yuan Yu ri Lou chun

Song maokun

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.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

Selected poems celebrating New Year's Day

Sino-Japanese New Year's Day

Clear sky Ren Shang

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of ups and downs, and the old-age stove actually sleeps.

Cut candles and dry supper wine, and spend all your money.

Try writing on New Year's Day * * * Choose a * * *

Chen Ming Zhang xian

When the clouds in the sky celebrate, the temple struggles for the knowledge of grass.

Next to the wall, there is wine to entertain guests, and young children are singing and enjoying New Year's poems.

When you are old, you will meet a new year, and there will be better flowers in spring.

Where is the evening breeze? When it blows to the moon in the east.

Tu Su wine

Qu You in the late Yuan Dynasty and the early Ming Dynasty

The son-in-law, the immortal, gives the treasure, and Xinzheng gives the teenager first.

Ba Shen was ordered to adjust Jinding and rejuvenate in one breath.

The golden liquid is six wells in thousands of feet at night, and the spring breeze dawns in the morning.

He counted the Phoenix Calendar from the beginning, and visited his hometown one cup at a time every day.

Poetry recommendation for celebrating New Year's Day

Chun Xue.

Tang hanyu

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.

Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.

Thoughts of spring

Tang huangfuran

Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.

From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar.

Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.

Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?

New year's work

Don Liu Changqing

The arrival of the new year is more homesick, and the independent horizon can't help crying.

People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring.

The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me.

I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come?

Play Yuan Zhen's answer.

Song Ouyang xiu

There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.

There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.

Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year.

I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.