My eyes are sick, I don't sleep much, I don't care for my old age, my heart is old and my heart is moving, and spring is suddenly leaking. When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads.
On Children's Day on the 11th day of the first month, my father-in-law set up a banquet to treat my husband. A son-in-law and half a son should be more filial to their father-in-law.
Happy new year, push a cup for a change, sweet taste. Smile and wish each other, and Pei will hold the lucky money in his hand at night.
The head of the bed is full of temples, and I am lazy and tired. It should be auspicious to enter the new year and write a pen on the lintel of the Ming dynasty.
Leng Yue in the mountain temple has no sleep alone, and the cold light in the posthouse has no sleep alone. Banqiao frost list has not gone, and the ancient road ice wind is only in sight.
The writing is interesting, and a New Year's Day is drawn to give you a new look. Welcome guests to have a family dinner, accept blessings and welcome the God of Wealth in the new year.
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
Laugh and laugh for the New Year, and take a seven-day vacation. The spring breeze is proud and refreshing, the holiday is peaceful and the whole family is very happy.
On the thirteenth day of the first month, I was a little free, so I ate tea, looked at flowers and stole a sleep. Don't listen to the Jianghu. Don't talk nonsense until fifteen.
The twelfth lunar month and the Spring Festival are festive, and the customs in urban and rural areas are the same. Every household buys new year's goods, and Chinese New Year's lanterns are as red as fire.
I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us. I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.