Two Ancient Poems of Spring Festival

The two ancient poems of the Spring Festival are as follows:

1, yuan day

Wang Anshi

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

The spring breeze is warm and harmonious, the sun rises, every household sets off firecrackers, drinks Tu Su wine, and is busy picking off the old peaches on the door, patting the tall Li Fu and replacing them with new peach charms with door gods. The author selects the most typical holiday scenes of the Spring Festival, showing a folk picture with a strong flavor of life.

2. Tianjiayuan Day

meng haoran

I called back to the north last night and started from the east this year.

I am a strong official, and I am worried about agriculture without wealth.

Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy.

Tian said it was the climate and * * * said it was this year's harvest.

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned east last night and started selling for another year this morning. I am forty years old. Although there is no official position, I am still worried about farming. Farmers are close to fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on this year's harvest, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.

3. Except at night

wen tianxiang

Dry kunkong, the years go to open;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

As time goes by, the body is forgotten;

There is no complexity, and the lights are lit before night.

Poetry dilutes peace, without the heroism of righteousness between heaven and earth, and without the generosity of Shi Shoudan's heart. Only the protagonist wants to drink Tu Su wine with his family for the New Year, and even reveals a trace of loneliness and sadness between the lines.

In the days of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, the ancients and the present feel the same way. It is the yearning for "I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, to return to Luoyang to attack late" and the feeling that "people are there, and the lights are dim".