"In addition to firecrackers at the age of one, the spring breeze warmed Tu Su. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old ones. " Speaking of Chinese New Year, many people may think of Wang Anshi's "January Festival".
As a matter of fact, in ancient China, the traditional New Year began on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, that is, the "off-year". On this day, people remove dust, offer sacrifices to stoves, eat jiaozi and welcome the Lunar New Year with great joy.
Cai Yun in the Qing Dynasty wrote: "Everything in the thatched cottage is happy in spring, and the house dust is cleaned up. Taiping Jiazi is not easy, so the new calendar will give you a closer look. " The joy of sweeping the dust in the off-year is vividly on the paper.
"A light green tea a wisp of smoke, master kitchen god rose to the sky. The Jade Emperor asks human affairs, but Taoist articles are worthless. Luo's poems truly reflect the customs and habits of "offering sacrifices to stoves" in off-year.
New Year's Eve is the climax of the New Year. On this day, both the princes and the people in the street will get together with their relatives and spend the night together.
In his poem Shousui, Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty described the luxurious scene of princes and nobles hosting a banquet and singing poems on New Year's Eve to celebrate the New Year. "Twilight oblique fang temple, gorgeous yee palace. Cold hooks remove winter snow, warm belts and spring breeze. Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers. * * * New Year, welcome the new year all night. "
The happiness and joy of gathering are regardless of wealth, status and class. Ordinary people's reunion night is not as luxurious as the royal family, but it is also full of fireworks.
"Huan amorous, reward don't stop a drink. Peaches in wine, bayberry in zongzi. Open the curtain and enter the account, and the candle will burn ash. Don't doubt the weight of your temple, Guang Xiao will urge you. "Eating a simple meal is a kind of happiness. The family sat around waiting for dawn, full of wine and strong feelings.
The Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month is the last chapter of the Spring Festival. After the fifteenth day of the first month, the Chinese New Year gradually faded. The most famous poem describing the Lantern Festival is Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi: "Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars are like rain; The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow willows, gold thread, laughter, fragrance; The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. "
No matter how bright the fireworks are, no matter how turbulent the people flow, you can't catch a glimpse of that dim light. It's not just beautiful women who can't stay and forget, but also fleeting time. ...
When thousands of lights are on, when China celebrates the reunion, a wanderer who is alone in a foreign land can only look at his hometown from a distance, and thoughts and tears flow in the pen tip and penetrate into the back of the paper.
Whether it's "... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness", "My hometown is thinking about thousands of miles tonight, and it's another year in the Ming Dynasty", or "Who asked in the hotel? The cold lamp is amiable. A year will be all night, and Wan Li has not returned. " Wandering in the context of Chinese New Year reunion always seems particularly lonely.
Although this profound loneliness eats people's flesh and blood, it breeds the inspiration of the poet's creation and leaves immortal poems for future generations.
Things have changed. What remains unchanged is the meaningful and sincere feelings flowing in the poem, and what remains unchanged is people's beautiful longing for the New Year through the ages. When busy modern urbanites are used to sending messages in groups and expressing their wishes with WeChat red envelopes, they might as well put down their mobile phones, wash their hands, reread long-lost poems and find long-lost poems, feelings and hearts.