1, shou sui.
The setting sun shines obliquely on the splendid palace of Jinbi, and the years make the palace more beautiful.
Cold winter snow, warm spring breeze.
Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers.
* * * Spring Festival, send you all night.
2. Chinese New Year.
The arrival of the new year is more homesick, and the independent horizon can't help crying.
People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring.
The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me.
I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come?
3. "Yulouchun is the first year".
Lotus leaks water every year. Bijing is a crisp frozen wine.
Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.
Beauty advised Qian to live a long life. Pepper with cypress leaves and gorgeous sleeves.
I'm not familiar with it in the depths of my hometown, but Dong Jun and I are old friends.
4. Celebrate the New Year.
Firecrackers welcome the new year, and Miaolian sticks to the door.
There was laughter everywhere, and delicious food was served on the table.
Talking about the sky and the ground, brightly lit, illuminating the night.
Young children boast about their new clothes. The old ones are new and the weather is fine.
5. Fengcheng New Year Words.
Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;
Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.
6. New Year's Eve.
What is the occasion tonight? Foreign countries say hometown.
Look after other people's children and be old for the guests.
The army is restless and the mountain is slim.
A glass of pepper leaf wine is worth a thousand tears.
7. "Except for spending the night at Stone Hill".
Who asked about the hotel? The cold lamp is amiable.
Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.
Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid.
Sorrow makes my face old and my hair full of white hair. With a sigh, I ushered in a new year.
8. Happy New Year to Jujube.
Count the cold days, and a new year is coming.
See plum blossom again.
It's all white and the mountains and rivers are enchanting.
Sighs are fleeting, and years remind people.
Feeling vicissitudes of life, Vientiane dreams of early spring.
Celebrate its moment, watch the excitement, neon obsidian on the street.
Meditation is like the sea, holding Chai Fei's poems.
It's hard to know how warm and cold it is.
May Lang Chang be healthy all his life.
9. Yuan Hongdao's Spring Festival song.
The east wind warms the river and trees, and the smoke condenses in three lanes and nine lanes.
A white horse is like a dragon breaking through the snow, and a calf rushes through the water to wear incense.
Blow it around and pat off the smoke, showing off the dress100000 people.
Elo dressed up as a colorful winner, and social songs filled the air.
Fei Yi, dressed in gold, is a platoon leader in front and a satrap in the back.
Wu Shaxin a wisp of cold flowers, green slave knelt into the wine.
Picking lotus plates to make jade buildings, singing and dancing.
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The masked beard jumps like a tiger, and the narrow shirt is embroidered with trousers and hammers.
The golden python turns into ghost makeup, and Guanyin dances in white.
The viewer is like a mountain and brocade, separating silk from meat.
The fragrant wind blows and laughs all the way, and thousands of miles of red yarn cover the jade.
Purple shirt with lotus root skirt, light makeup on forehead and bun.
Picked up the green stripes and praised my sister, playing around with melon seeds on my sleeve.
In a hurry, strings are numerous, and thousands of willows fold green branches.
10, Meng Haoran's Tianjiayuan Day.
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.
I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.
Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
1 1, Luo Yin's New Year's Eve dinner.
The official calendar is coming to an end, and the village mash is strong and self-unloading.
Tired, cold and warm, the old cherish the disabled.
As time goes by, KouRong is still uneven.
Children don't know anything, singing until dawn.
12, "Happy New Year" in Yun Xiang, Shu Yun.
Spring events have piled up into mountains, and idle refers to geese that have been whipped.
Pick your hands lightly and look for old dreams, and paint a new face with plain paper.
Chrysanthemum in front of the bottle can be mixed with wine, and plum branches in snow are always cold-resistant.
In advance, I signed a brocade contract with Feng Jun, as well as flowers and jade railings from the Ming Dynasty.
13, Sabin's hand "New Year".
1 The bell of the old year is ringing to enter the new year, and firecrackers are ringing to enter the old year.
Naide Huaxia will be full of energy, and the warehouse is richer than the grain depot.
14, Happy New Year by Yan Xuhui.
Around the beams, white reeds are fragrant, and firecrackers are mixed with wine and tea.
The newly cleaned doors and windows are warmer, and the fragrance is still fragrant.
The host is fighting for gluttony, and the crops are put aside.
When children come back, they will be full of food, and foggy cages will make farmers rich.
15, except night in Wen Tianxiang.
Dry kunkong, years go to the church;
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.