The poems about Xiaonian in the north are as follows:
1. Xiaonian
Wen Tianxiang [Song Dynasty]
Yan Shuo meets Qing La, Jiangnan Happy New Year.
You will be happy when you are old, and your life and death will be your destiny.
The crows are noisy in the snow on thousands of mountains, and they are flying thousands of miles into the sky.
When I went out, I had no idea, but I looked around at a loss.
2. Little New Year's Eve
Wu Yubi [Ming Dynasty]
When he was a young man, his son played the Yao Qin and his father chanted poems.
You will find that there is nothing in your heart, and your destiny will be full of doubts.
3. One of two poems about Xiaonian
Lin Guang [Ming Dynasty]
Jiazichun invaded La, and Yanjing had Xiaonian again. Children rejoice at the stove, and the flutes and drums are noisy.
Looking at the willows in the clear sky, admiring the kite in the sky. I have this body of my own, and wealth is just smoke.
4. All the guests gathered during the New Year's Eve
District Prime Minister [Ming Dynasty]
It has a unique sense of decadence and old times. The wine cup welcomes the new year, and the lamp lights await the fairy altar.
Integrity is a life, and you can see it soaring in the evening. Ning's name and surname moved the heavenly officials because of the ancestral stove ceremony.
5. Little New Year on Wugang Road
Huang Gongfu [Ming Dynasty]
Horse hooves traverse the snowy sky, and the travelers are startled and young. The time sequence of the cold and sparse forests has changed, and dawn has invaded the wild colors and mist.
There are plum blossoms in my hometown, and thin shadows cross the sky and build the edges of the marsh. The news of spring is approaching, and the pavilion is lonely and dejected in front of the wind.
6. Zhouci Xiaonian
Li Zhishi [Ming Dynasty]
Late Boqing
Quietly, the wind, sand and rocks are trickling . It's the last day of the year when I'm selling wine while I'm away, and the spring is coming in the rain.
Suddenly, the chimes came to Hongye Temple, and many deserted villages were inhabited by white smoke. I feel that the journey is really boring, and I am so excited that I want to go back to the boat on a snowy night.
7. Zuimian
Tang Geng [Song Dynasty]
The mountains are as quiet as ancient times, and the days are as long as a small year.
The remaining flowers can still be drunk, but the good birds cannot sleep.
The door to the taste of the world is always closed, and time has passed.
I often come up with sentences in my dream, but I forget to write when I pick up my pen.
8. Xiaonian
Wen Tianxiang
On the first day of the lunar month, people from the south of the Yangtze River worship the Xiaonian.
You will be happy when you are old, and your life and death will be your destiny.
The crows are noisy in the snow on thousands of mountains, and they are flying thousands of miles into the sky.
When I went out, I had no idea, but I looked around at a loss.
9. Preface to the Pavilion · Xiaonian
The sound of the flute enters the small hall as I repeat the poem "Black Clothes Alley" on the pillow.
The garden is filled with bright souls shining in the sky, and people listening to the flute in the pavilion are hesitant.
The fairy music floats in the clouds for nine days, and the cunning rabbit comes down to play with the strings.
The candles in the garden and palace are bright, and you can see the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.
Master Yun Zhong, the full moon is as full as a lofty sky;
On the night of Lantern Festival, the clouds are always beautiful.
10. "Ci of Sacrifice to the Stove"
Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in ancient times, the Stove Lord looked up to the sky and wanted to say something.
The clouds, the carriages, the wind, the horses, the little ones linger, and there are cups and plates at home for the feast.
Pig's head is rotten and hot, and the fish is fresh, and the bean paste and spikenard powder are the bait balls.
The man offers his daughter a drink to escape, and the king is happy to drink wine and burn money.
Don’t let you hear the fight between your maidservants, don’t get angry at the filthy horns of cats and dogs;
Send you drunk and full to the gate of heaven, with a long ladle and a short ladle, don’t return to the clouds, to beg for profit after you return. .
11. "Twenty-Four Days"
Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
The strong ambition is negative for Guangyue, and the disease is lonely Yan.
Three days before the Spring Festival, it is the New Year in Jiangxiang.
If there is water when you are old, the customs will be different.
The family temple is deserted and slippery, and someone is burning paper money.
12. "Poems of Sacrifice to the Stove"
Lü Mengzheng of the Song Dynasty
A poem about a bowl of clear soup, The Stove God ascends to the sky today;
If the Jade Emperor asks about human affairs, articles about troubled times are worthless.
13. "Three Vertical Poems" (Part 3)
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The North Boat is less than rice like beads, drunk and full and depressed for half a month.
Tomorrow the host family will be offering sacrifices to the stove, and the chickens will be fighting for wine.
14. "The Gengzi Sends the Stove to the Kitchen"
Lu Xun of the Republic of China
A chicken glues teeth and candies, and the clothes are decorated with petals and incense.
If there is nothing growing in the house, there are only a few yellow sheep.
15. "Sacrifice to the Stove and the Neighbors"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Fortunately, I have hung up my car to show my descendants, and now I have to offer sacrifices to the stove to invite my neighbors.
Customs have been passed down from generation to generation for a long time, and the guests and hosts have a lot of fun and smiles.
I know how to respect the elderly while sitting on my temples in the snow, and I don’t feel ashamed of poverty when the earthen basin is filled with wine.
I would like to ask you, how does it look like the Yuantou Leshe God under the eaves this evening?