Yuan Day Yulou Chun (Song Dynasty) Mao Pang One year all the lotus flowers are dripping, and the blue well is slaughtering Su to sink the frozen wine. The cold weather in the morning is still deceptive, but the willows in spring arrive first. The beautiful woman urges you to live a long life, and the cypress leaves and pepper flowers bloom on your green sleeves. In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we only have old friends with Dong Jun. Spring Snow by Han Yu The New Year is not yet full of flowers, but I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. Spring Thoughts by Huangfu Ran The orioles sing and the swallows herald the New Year, and there are thousands of dragons piled on the road in Mayi. I live in Tiecheng, adjacent to Hanyuan, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian. The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.
New Year's Day Test Writing by Chen Xianzhang When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating the gathering, the temples and temples are fighting for the legacy. Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and children are singing together to celebrate the New Year. Old age brings new years, and spring brings more beautiful flowers and branches. Where is the evening breeze, the flute from Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky. On the first day of Dingmao, Qian Qianyi, a bottle of old wine went to the court to be removed, and the child held his clothes to comfort the screen. I am still happy to have meat in my meal when I serve my mother, and I am even more happy to have fish in my dream when I am in the new year. The hook curtain is about to connect the new nest of swallows, and the polyester and inkstone are still sparse to write old books. After getting over the neighboring chicken and millet situation, nothing happened to my house. Crossing Wuyuan, Hu'er drinks from Maquan. Li Yi. The green poplars and water plants are like smoke. It was Hu'er who drank from Maquan in the past. On a moonlit night when the bamboo sticks are played in several places, who is leaning against the sword in the white sky? The road to Heguan Mountain had always been frozen, but today it was diverted to the Han envoys. Don’t send passers-by to take care of your temples, for fear of entering the New Year with a frightened and haggard appearance. Farewell to a Friend at Hukou by Li Pin When I am in the middle of the stream, I can see the mist of Hunan at dusk, and the reeds on the bank are boundless to meet the Chutian.
Go to Yanyuan to rush to Yunmengxue, and board the Dongting boat alone. The wind and waves are turning around the mountains, and the stars are hanging in the sky toward the water. The fallen plum blossoms have passed the remaining wax, and it’s a new year to return to my hometown. New Year's Works by Liu Changqing The hometown is full of enthusiasm for the new year, and the sky is alone with tears. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now. Playful Reply to Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu The spring breeze cannot reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder. Hearing about returning home at night makes me miss my hometown, and I feel the splendor of things as I enter the New Year. I was once a guest of flowers in Luoyang. Although the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to complain. Zhu Yingtai, New Year's Eve and the Beginning of Spring, Wu Wenying, cut off the red love, cut the green, and put the flowers on the hairpin. The east wind is blowing with the sun, but it won't let the years go by. Someone adds a candle to the west window, sleepless dawn invades, and laughter turns into the New Year's orioles.