Poetry on New Year's Eve
1. The world is empty, and the years are gone; the end is full of storms and rain, and the poverty-stricken side is full of snow and frost. Life is about to end with the years, and the body and the world are forgotten; there is no more dreams to kill, and the night is still late. ——Wen Tianxiang's New Year's Eve
2. The rhythm turns to Hongjun, the spirit is the same, and the percussion is harmonious. There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is in thousands of households. ——Ye Xie welcomes the spring
3. The year has changed and Zhong Kui is here, but the green jacket is still the same. The old cook serves steamed buns, while the maidservant warms and butchers the meat. Carrying the embarrassment to send the poor ghost away, supporting the Ji to welcome the purple aunt. Children bully old people, and people gather in Hulu under bright candles. ——Lu You New Year
4. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. ——Dai Shulun spent the night in Stone Inn
5. Xiao Shu’s white hair was not full, and he could not sleep by the fire. Cut the candles to dry up the late-night wine, and pour out the money to buy spring money. Listening to the burning of firecrackers brings out the childlike innocence, but watching the peach charms exchange for old charms. Drums and horns add plum blossoms, and we celebrate the New Year with joy at the fifth watch. ——Kong Shangren, Jiawu New Year's Day
6. The tube changes to Qinglu, and the emperor's Yanghe is newly clothed. Sunny scene returns to Qingxi, celebrating the festival, when the lanterns come on March 5th, thousands of households. All over the nine streets, the fragrance of Luo Qi is slightly blown by the wind, and there are crimson trees ten miles away. Aoshan Mountain is towering, and the sky is noisy with flutes and drums. The sky gradually becomes like water, and the full moon is at noon. In the fragrant path, there are countless tassels and fruits. In the late hours of the night, under the shadow of candles and flowers, young people often encounter adventures. In peacetime, the government and the public are happy and the people are happy. When we get together, we are worthy of this scene, so we can endure it and go home alone. ——Liu Yong Welcomes the New Year
7. Skillfully cut flags to win the test of Silla, paint colors and gold to make moths. From then on, the scissors are idle for a month, and the needlework in the boudoir is more than a year old. ——Zha Shenxing's New Year's greetings in Fengcheng
8. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year. The whole area is filled with peace and harmony. The spring breeze dissolves the green trees in the south of the Yangtze River, and does not stain the white beards of the world. A broken candle, an old peach charm, I would rather drink Tusu after my last words. Fortunately, there is a garden when I return home, and I can enjoy myself when flowers bloom. ——Zhao Shixia Partridge Sky·Ding Wei New Year's Eve
9. A year passes with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches. ——Wang Anshi Yuanri
10. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, why do the guests become so sad? My hometown is far away tonight, and the frost on my hair is another year tomorrow. ——Gao Shi's masterpiece
11. The New Year is approaching in the heart of the country, and the sky is alone with tears. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now. ——Liu Changqing's New Year's work
12. People don't sleep in the late hours of New Year's Eve, and they are tired of being dull and waiting for the new year. ——Fan Cheng sells poems about dementia
13. The fine grass is woven through the gauze and the snow is half gone, and the Wu palace is far away from 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 returned from Shihu to Tiaoxi on the eve of his death