Chapter 1: Spring Festival Author: right eyelid jump
He Qianhe's thin ice
Because of naughty.
Be creaked by the spring.
Willow buds on the shore
Stick out your head and look around quietly.
Snow behind the house
Be covered with heat
Want to take it off quickly
And some thick clothes.
Dazzling Spring Festival couplets
These are two rouge at home.
red lantern
The one who is most like his father.
Looking forward to the children coming home.
Lovely face
Happy laughter and cheerful voices.
With the explosion of firecrackers
From the terrace of every house
Climb up walls and branches.
I walked around the village again.
Floating slowly
Clear all the streets and alleys.
Good spread of clean sunshine.
Spread last year's good harvest
It also brings new hope for the coming year.
Chapter 2: Welcome the Spring Festival Author: Yi Chao
The northwest wind blew for three or nine days,
Who will stay for the Spring Festival?
The sun rose red,
Who does the working people care about?
Willow leaves grow in March,
The leaves fell and didn't go home.
Eighteen bends in the mountain road,
It is easier to go out than to go home.
Birds are singing in the treetops,
People who go out miss their loved ones.
Keywords mountain flower, safflower, yellow flower,
Not as good as my orchid.
Mother-in-law Yue came out a little,
The loving mother said with a smile.
Green mountains, green waters and clear countryside,
Jumped into my hot kang kiln.
Part III: Feeling of Spring Festival Author: Night wind strikes
The first rain moistened the eyes,
Spring breeze dries your face,
How many people didn't come back,
Happy are those who know how to repay.
Purple gas, red union new year;
Gray ink is joy, light pen is painting;
Green mountains and green waters are deep;
Black hair and white temples meet expensive.
Cherish the reunion,
Don't wait for the plain clothes to get cold,
Dialect filial piety,
It is already a luxury.
Chapter IV: Going home during the Spring Festival Author: Grassroots Generation
Last night, the north wind blew.
A wisp of sorghum bloomed.
Float across Dongting Lake and cross the high-rise buildings in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the sultry shed
Kiss my white hair gently
That was yesterday.
I came to Changsha from Shenzhen.
In a city that doesn't believe in tears
Cann't tolerate begging from all outsiders
Tomorrow, maybe in Shanghai, maybe in Changsha.
Mom, send back two thousand dollars.
It must be in the jar where my father is alive.
It's on the wall of Westinghouse.
Don't put it under the pillow any more.
Mom, I will definitely go home this Spring Festival.