The cold goes away overnight, and spring comes at the fifth watch. ——"Yingzhao Fu gets the New Year's Eve" by Shi Qing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Poetry describing New Year's Eve 1. The remaining wax is gone again, and the east wind should gradually be heard. One night is still a few hours, and two years old wants to be divided equally. When the darkness falls, we fight, and when the spring blossoms, the fragrance blooms. In the Ming Dynasty, I hold wine from afar and wish Yaojun together first. ——Cao Song's "New Year's Eve" 2. When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating the gathering, the temples and temples are fighting for the remains. Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and children are singing together to celebrate the New Year. Old age brings new years, and spring brings more beautiful flowers and branches. Where is the evening breeze, the flute from Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky. ——Chen Xianzhang's "New Year's Day Test" 3. The fine grass wears the gauze and the snow is half gone, and the Wu Palace is far away in the smoke and cold water. No one can be seen in the plum blossoms and bamboos, and I am blowing incense across the stone bridge all night. ——Jiang Kui, "Returning from Shihu to Tiaoxi on the Great Night" 4. Skillfully cut flags to win the test of Silla, paint colors and gold to make a moth; From then on, scissors are idle for a month, and the needlework in the boudoir is more than a year old. ——Zha Shenxing's "Fengcheng New Year's Words" 5. Sweep away the hut to wash away the hustle and bustle, and worship the sky with a column of fragrance. All things welcome the spring and send off the remaining wax, and the end of the year is in today's sky. Make a pot of fire and roar the bamboos, and listen to the singing of peppers at the New Year's Eve feast. The wild traveler predicts that farming will be good, and that the auspicious snow of three winters has not yet completely disappeared. ——Dai Fuxu's "New Year's Eve" 6. All the concerns have become empty, and I miss you thousands of miles in a night. I am so sad that after the sound of the rooster has stopped at dawn, I will be haggard and see the spring breeze again. ——Laihu's "New Year's Eve"
New Year's Eve Poems
Qilu: Retirement Chant There is no need to work hard to live in poverty, cultivating one's character and cultivating one's character are the true nature. It is rare to have three ounces of wine at a party, and four hours of flower-planting skills. He often sings new songs to old tunes, and occasionally changes into formal attire to meet old friends. Walking vigorously and leisurely in the sunset, smiling happily and turning the rings of the year. Qilu: Welcome the Year of the Dog. The snow reflects the red plum blossoms with smiles, and the jade dog on the road to prosperity makes new love. Tiger flies are gathering momentum and the trend is improving, and villages and towns are more determined to get rid of poverty. The grand plan of "Double Hundred Years" is a dream, and a well-off society will be fulfilled in the years to come. Climb high and look out at the beautiful scenery. I am happy to sing spring songs and stride forward. Qilu: New Year and New Atmosphere. The country is prosperous and the people are strong and victorious. The plum blossoms are blooming and the snow is dancing to welcome the spring. The pen is filled with thick ink to add wealth, and the red couplets are held in hand to give to neighbors. The age of laughter, joy, and song flourishes, and we work together to create treasures. New Year’s resolution is to relive your dreams and be happy to be a pastoral person. Seven Rules: Year-end Thoughts: He keeps his complaints with him throughout the years, and he never dislikes poverty when he lives in peace and contentment with a full belly. The old horse is not greedy for grass outside the mountains, and the lonely family misses the people among friends. One book of scripture cultivates one's true nature, and three chapters of rhyme and rhyme wash away dirt and dust. Don't laugh at the idle heart and no distant ambitions, let your grandchildren enjoy your family life. Qilu: New Year's Wish: I have more leisure time in my hometown, so I can cheer up my spirit. Those who skillfully practice poetry to seek wisdom, often practice calligraphy and painting to find talented people. The writing is done casually, and the journey is easy around steep cliffs. The elegant and high wind has faith now, and we will sing to the morning glow again in the New Year. Qilu: Looking forward to spring. Open the window and look at the floating clouds. How many times can the cold last? Streams of fragrance are whispering under the flowers, and the clear dew is peeking from the treetops. The new branches of green cypresses dance in the wind, and the young leaves and green seedlings are delicate in the rain. Last year, I took you with me to explore the beautiful scenery, and the spring scenery was brilliant again. Seven Rules: Leisure As the year goes by, the face becomes more wrinkled, and I practice in the morning and meditate until dusk. Enjoy enjoying the reeds, lotuses and pottery, drinking tea and wine to enjoy your family. Simplicity is the most comfortable, and troubles should be forgotten. Old friends often talk to each other when they get together, and the sunset is also charming. Qilu: Appreciating Poems The years are passing by in a hurry, and time is passing by in the year of 1898. The snow has stopped and the water has no waves. My hands are cold and I hold my cheek with little ink on the paper. I like to read couplets and rhymes, and appreciate poems written by fellow poets. The weather is sunny and the sun is warm, go looking for plum blossoms, drink wine and enjoy your leisure time. Seven Rhythms: The heart has melted in spring and the accumulated snow is spraying with warm light, and the warmth and coldness remain when it gets warmer; Looking forward to the gentle breeze at night to soothe the willows, welcoming the drizzle in the morning to seal the dust; When the water in the river rises, the ducks make noise first, and the flowers on the bank are shaking with pink pistils; 2 Although the moon and the world are cold, my heart is already full of spring.