There are poems about off-year

Twenty-three firecrackers came from the window, and I was surprised that the Spring Festival had begun. Say goodbye to me in the radial mirror, I don't wander around arm in arm.

(2) I have a dream to wander in the East China Sea and see Xiaomei Red every year. If I remember to report back, what can I do? You didn't mean it, I pity you.

(3) Look for white wine with green tea, but know that there is a way in life. I have three million poems. Who left me a flower?

(4) There are good times today, and the city is full of lights. Even if there is Cang Sang in the world, it will be very comfortable in a dark place.

It's about Gengzi's hair.

Lu Xun

A chicken glue is sweet and a gown is fragrant.

If there is nothing at home, there are only a few antelopes.

Little new year

When Yan Shuo is poor, Jiangnan worships off-year

Being old is happy, and life experience is death.

It's snowing in Qian Shan, and it's day in Wan Li, Hong Fei.

Going out is boundless, but I am at a loss.

In the next year (seven laws)

Frost and wind are biting and lonely,

Close the door, oh, sing the new year.

I was very upset when I returned the pen.

Jia Jie fell into khufu chan again.

The floating cup is only as good as this poem.

It is better to be broad-minded in thinking.

Can't sleep at night, expecting,

Most of them send clothes to help the poor.