Poetry describing the arrival of the new year
1. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"
2. Wild geese fly south under heavy snow, soaring into the sky, bringing good fortune and fortune in the Year of the Dragon. It is difficult to see each other across thousands of rivers and mountains, but my wishes are boundless! Thousands of years have passed since the Qin and Song Dynasties, and Han Wu held the whip, leaving behind chapters everywhere in China. Say goodbye to the new year and welcome the new year, everything will be new, and spring will fill the world. ——"Langtaosha·New Year's Eve"
3. Xiao Shu's white hair is not full, and he can't 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's "Jiawu New Year's Day"
4. In the past, we had a good family and knew each other for a long time. The continuation of the Ming Dynasty urges people to draw candles and stay up late for a long feast. The old song of plum blossoms is sung, and the new song of Zhengbai wine is passed down. Travelers enjoy themselves everywhere, but they don't see each other every year. ——Meng Haoran's "New Year's Eve Party at Zhang Shaofu's House in Lecheng"
5. The laughter of thousands of families is late, and the worries are hidden from the outside. Standing quietly on the city bridge, no one knows it. One star is like the moon for a long time. ——Huang Jingren "Guisi New Year's Eve Occasionally"
6. *** celebrate the New Year with laughter, and the ladies of Hongyan give plum blossoms. They toasted each other with Tusu wine and drank victory tea among themselves. Only loyalty can serve the country, and there is no paradise for home. Accompany the capital with singing and dancing to welcome the festival, and gaze at the gorgeous scenery of Yan'an from a distance. ——Dong Biwu's "New Year's Day Mouth Occupies Liu Yazi's Charming Rhyme"
7. In one year, all the drops in the lotus flower drain out. Bijing crispy frozen wine. The cold weather in the morning is still deceptive, but the willows in spring arrive first. The beautiful lady urges you to live a long life. Cypress leaves and pepper blossoms bloom on green sleeves. In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we are only old friends with Dong Jun. ——Mao Pang's "Jade House Spring·Jimao Suiyuan Day"
8. Happy New Year, with fireworks shining for nine days. The golden dragon rises and the jade sky rises, and the six fields are cultivated. ——Jiangnan Liuying's "New Year"
9. The New Year is in the heart of the country, and the sky is alone. 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"
10. A year's dripping will drain the lotus. Bijing crispy frozen wine. The cold weather in the morning is still deceptive, but the willows in spring arrive first. The beautiful lady urges you to live a long life. Cypress leaves and pepper blossoms bloom on green sleeves. In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we are only old friends with Dong Jun. ——Mao Pang's "Jade House Spring·Jimao Suiyuan Day"
11. Happy New Year, with fireworks shining for nine days. The golden dragon rises and the jade sky rises, and the six fields are cultivated. ——Jiangnan Liuying's "New Year"
12. The New Year is in the heart of the country, and the sky is alone. 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 Works"
13. 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. ——Huang Jingren's "Fengcheng New Year's Words"
14. 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's "Welcoming Spring"