A poet's poem praising the Spring Festival.

"In addition to firecrackers at the age of one, the spring breeze warmed Tu Su. Every family exchanges new peaches for old ones every day "(Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty).

Cai Yun in the Qing Dynasty said: "Everything in the thatched cottage is happy in spring, and the house dust is cleaned up; Taiping Jiazi is not easy. Let's take a closer look at the new calendar. "

In the late Qing Dynasty, Luo said in a poem: "A light of green tea, a wisp of smoke, the kitchen god goes to heaven;" If the jade emperor asks about human affairs, it is worthless to the Taoist articles. "

"The new calendar is only half-opened, but the small court is still bursting," wrote Lai Hu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

"The steamer is hot, and the child calls his mother for rice cakes; Take the diamonds to the guests and leave the sharp corners to coax Cao. "

"A meal sent the old age, cured fresh food miscellaneous a few. I am happy that the family is reunited in the day. "

The poet Xu of the Northern and Southern Dynasties wrote a poem entitled "Wife Sitting at Night Watching Old Age": "If you are not affectionate, you will never stop drinking. Peaches in wine, bayberry in zongzi. Open the curtain and enter the account, and the candle will burn ash. Don't doubt that temples are heavy because Guang Xiao will destroy them. "

Meng Haoran's poem "Yearning for the Night" says that "every family doesn't lie down, and it takes a dream to miss you."

Su Shi in the Song Dynasty said, "Children are strong and don't sleep, and the night is in one place."

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi "stayed up late drinking, and his homesickness was full of tears"

In Qing Dynasty, Jiang Shiquan's firecrackers in the middle of the year, do you miss your mother mercilessly?

Wen Tianxiang, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote in his poem "New Year's Eve": "Time is running out. The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow. Life fades with the years, and the body is forgotten. No more killing Su Meng, it's still early to pick up the lights. "

There is a poem by Lin: "When you sell a street, you will meet a spring flower market, and you will lean on a corridor like a corridor. Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant. The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating. It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful. "