Poems on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month

The poem on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year is as follows:

1. Only when I bring you here can I know that I am destined to be extraordinary, and the rest of my life is dawning. Why worry about the boundless road ahead? ?

2. Don't sigh away and see if spring is coming back. The pepper dish is red and the cypress wine overflows the golden cup. The residual wax is more exhausted, and the dawn of the new year urges it. What's the first thing? Only backyard plum.

3. It has no affection, is ruthless, and is ruthless. However, it works silently and makes people suffer. This is a teacher-student relationship! I wish you all the best!

4. Only those who are satisfied always enjoy themselves. I wish you good luck in the Spring Festival, everything goes well and your family is happy.

5. Sing new songs for new events in the Spring Festival, and what about the increase in age? Get rid of all your troubles, and don't waste your time when you are happy.

6. Surround the furnace to watch the new year, and celebrate the New Year with a splendid article. Drunk tonight, New Year's Eve, thousands of lights celebrate the reunion. ?

7. At the beginning, the Singapore dollar laughs away its worries, and the new year brings joy to every family. It's hard to sleep at night, and it's hard to sleep at night. The auspicious magpies and plums step on branches, and the auspicious warbler and willow show songs are blessed with good times, and wealth fills the building. ?

8. When spring is warm, Ding Hai will be in the same year, and the candle will be in the same year; This evening's banquet, we will raise and hand in the lanterns, and the music will be mixed, and the feelings will be stronger, and the child's heart will withstand the cold winter; The distant wish, sincerity and the prosperity of your family, Kang 'an, Fu Lin.

9. Auspicious and rich, with more than a year's worth of flowers, happy ever after and Fulu are happy, icing on the cake, and the four seasons are safe.

1. It's snowy in the cold winter of December, and the fisherman's nest is frozen with fish. The cold wind is biting and the market is for sale, and Bole talks about everything.