Poems suitable for reciting at New Year's Day parties should be longer.

I understand your current mood very well, I am also having this kind of party!

It’s getting closer, the sound of 2012 is getting closer,

This year is a year full of hope.

As the New Year approaches,

I wish you all the best with my sincere heart and sincere poems————

The spring flowers are blooming< /p>

Under the fiery red sun

Listen, it is the chirping of birds

They are singing in surprise

The sound of spring The first door

White clouds bring warm thoughts

Long-lost greetings

And bring us New Year blessings

Those heavy laughter

Like father and mother’s hands full of labor and harvest

A glass of strong wine

Full of nostalgia

Drunk me on a windy morning

The wandering wanderer

I couldn’t help but hasten my way home

While the spring breeze is still early, I have to hurry up

Ask the girl you love

Will love bloom in this spring

The clear wind is blowing from a distance

There is the fragrance of a girl there

With the whisper of wild lilies

Blooming in an instant

Greenly, the arms of the lover

Twining you gently, embracing you

Stringing the strings of spring

The distance between seasons is so strong and irresistible

Like the earth Pregnant with hope

I saw the villagers talking about the harvest of the past in the New Year

Counting three hundred and sixty-five days and solar terms

Speaking of spring

Everyone’s eyes lit up with fire again

At that time, corns were hanging in bunches under the eaves

The joy of Huang Chengcheng filled the home

It made people feel excited

>I felt excited and at ease

So I remembered it inexplicably

One day when it was snowing many years ago

>A family photo taken by relatives at home

The first drop of dew fell

It spread thickly, It is colorful

The ice and snow in the north are melting

The trees in the south are turning green

With the sound of cars beeping

Driving all the way , that is a spring wedding

The happiness destined to arrive in life

Where do you want to wake up

Listen to the holy singing

Everything beautiful in front of you

Things you can touch easily

Like poetry and water, you fall in love at first sight

>Then you get pregnant sweetly in the spring

But I still think of the village

The village sitting on a field

Flying towards the river

Could it be the one that keeps blowing The breeze

made me look around

The newly grown little girl

She was standing at the intersection of her home to greet her

>with a flower The pose of spring flowers

I present this poem of blessing to you