On New Year's Day, when I tried to write an article celebrating the clouds in the sky in Chen Xianzhang, Mo Miao defended 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. On the first day of Ding Mao's birthday, one-year-old Qian drank wine, and his youngest son took clothes to comfort him. 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. After Wuyuan, Hu Er drank Ma Quan, Yi Li and Qingyang wrote about water plants like smoke, but Hu Er kept drinking Ma Quan. On several moonlit nights, who leans on the sword and white clouds? Guanshan road has never been frozen, but today it is diverted to the front of the Chinese ambassador. Don't send pedestrians to see your temple, lest you be scared and haggard into the new year. At the mouth of the lake, I sent my friend Li Pin to see the Hunan smoke at dusk, and the reeds on the shore met Chutian endlessly.
Go to the wild goose and rush to the clouds, dream of flying snow, and leave people alone on the Dongting boat. Storms revolve around the mountains every day, and stars and Han people hang on the water. Pieces of plum blossoms passed the residual wax, and the garden went home for the New Year. The New Year's work in the New Year only deepened my desire, Liu Changqing, and increased the lonely tears of an exile. 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? In the play, Yuan Zhen and Ouyang Xiu are suspicious of the spring breeze, and 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. In addition to Zhu Yingtai, beginning of spring and Wu Wenying cut red love, cut green, and spend money on hairpin stocks. When the sun goes down, the east wind won't let old China go. Some people add candles to the west window, don't sleep and invade the dawn, and laugh and turn to New Year English.