Poetry about going home for the New Year.

Tian Jia Yuanri Meng Haoran fought in the north last night and started from the east today. I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money. Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is abundant. "Selling Dementia" On New Year's Eve in Fan Chengda, people don't sleep, they are too tired to be depressed and force the New Year; Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia. The story of "Coming to the Red Valley" is not only about the night, but also related to unity and emptiness, and Wan Li's one-night lovesickness. Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again. "January Day" Wang Anshi firecrackers one year old, spring breeze send warm into Tu Su; Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, the lotus leaked in one year, and the wine in Bijing Tu Su sank. Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring. Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves. Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun. "In addition to the night" Wen Tianxiang is dry and empty, and the years go to the hall; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow. Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten; There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night. "Happy New Year" Wen Zhiming doesn't want to meet each other, but just wants to pay a New Year call, and the famous newspapers are all about us. I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.