The poems praising Xiaonian include:
1. "Self-dispatch" Year: Tang Dynasty, Author: Du Mu.
I am already forty, and I am in a state of distress and embarrassment. He holds a wand and displays a small New Year's book. The drunkard hates Ruan, but he laughs late when he knows it is wrong. Hearing the news, Ning sighs. He is not familiar with the common people. Know how to tailor when things happen, know how to relax when you worry. It is also called two thousand stones, what does it mean to me? The army should be stationed for a long time, and the steps should not be delayed. There is no one who can play the crown. I hope you will not see any of them.
2. "Gifts on the Eve" Year: Ming Dynasty, Author: Zhang Han.
Nanpu is full of tears, and the spring breeze is a small year. Back to the graceful night, the sky is divided into mirrors. The bones are broken, the flowers and arrows are frightened, and the mud wine boat leaves the intestines. But the bright moon is still shining brightly.
3. "Taoyuan Pian" Year: Tang Dynasty, Author: Quan Deyu.
When I was young, I tried to read Taoyuan Ji, and suddenly I saw a good worker doing painting. The rock path is winding and winding at first, and the stream wind becomes fragrant. There are fresh clouds and colorful clouds all the way, and fishing boats chase peach blossoms in the distance. Gradually entering the empty sky and confusing the bird path, I would rather know that there is someone's house hidden in it.
The big eyebrows and beautiful bones are vying to welcome guests, digging wells and plowing fields are separated from the world. I don’t know that there were clothes in the Han Dynasty, but I still say that the Qin family became Qianmo. The stone marrow milk vetch is sweet and fragrant, and the immortal leaves the rice to produce green sacs. When we meet, we are the couple of Song Qiao, and we will meet Liu Ruanlang. My wife is leisurely chanting and leaning on the Yao harp, and playing with it will sink forever. Suddenly I heard the sound of beautiful music, gold and jade, which made me think about the pavilion pen.