"Yuan Day" by Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new ones.
"Yuan Ri" (Jade House Spring) Mao Pang
In one year, all the drops of the lotus are drained, and the wine is frozen in the blue well.
The cold weather in the early morning is still deceiving, but the willow trees in spring arrive first.
The beautiful woman advises 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 Dongjun.
"New Year's Greetings" by Wen Zhengming
I don't ask for a meeting, but a visit, and the house is filled with famous papers.
I also throw in a few pieces of paper with others. The world is too simple but not too empty.
"Tian Jia Yuan Day" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
Last night I fought back to the north, and today I am starting from the east;
I am already strong, but I have no salary and still worry about the farmers. .
The father plows the mulberry field, and the shepherd boy follows the hoe;
The Tian family is responsible for the climate, and the mother-in-law said that this year will be good.
"New Year's Eve Party at the Residence of Zhang Shaofu in Lecheng" (Tang Dynasty) by Meng Haoran
In the past, we had a good family and knew each other for a long time.
The continuation of the Ming Dynasty reminds people to draw candles and stay up late for a long feast.
The old song of plum blossoms is sung, and the new song of Zhengbai wine is passed down.
Guests can enjoy themselves everywhere without seeing each other every year.
"Watching the Flower Market during the Spring Festival" [Lin Boqu]
We met on Main Street to see the flower market, but the arcade looked like a gallery.
The potted plants are arranged in rows, and the grasses and trees are fragrant.
The lights were on all night long, and people were singing.
It is this year that the scenery is beautiful and the colors are ablaze with spring.
"On New Year's Day, Liu Yazi's Lover's Rhyme" [Dong Biwu]
*** celebrated the New Year with laughter, and the ladies of Hongyan presented plum blossoms.
Toast glasses of Tusu wine to each other, and spread out the table to taste victory tea.
Only loyalty can serve the country, and there is no paradise for home.
Welcome to the festival with singing and dancing in the capital, and look at the gorgeous scenery of Yan'an from afar.
"New Year's Thoughts" [Qian Laisu]
Why did Jin Ou die? I should not take this responsibility and forgive myself.
Looking at the fierce war in the Central Plains from a distance, a column of violent currents is in Yan'an.
The devastation on the ground is unbearable to look at, but there is still joy in farming and weaving on three sides.
Diligence without idleness can rejuvenate the country, and the soldiers and horses are happy and the enemy is afraid.
"Jiawu New Year's Day" [Kong Shangren]
Xiao Shu's white hair is not full, and he can't sleep by the fire.
Cut the candles to dry up the late-night wine, and spend all your money to buy spring money.
Listening to the burning of firecrackers brings out the childlike innocence, but seeing the peach charms exchanged makes me feel happy.
The drums and horns add plum blossoms, and we celebrate the New Year with joy at the fifth watch.
"New Year's Day Trial" (Choose one) [Chen Xianzhang]
When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating, the temples and temples are fighting for the legacy.
Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and young children are singing happy New Year poems together.
As we age, new years come again, and with the coming of spring, there are even more beautiful flowers.
Where is the evening breeze and the flute of the Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky.
"Guisi New Year's Eve Occasionally" [Huang Jingren]
The laughter of thousands of families is delayed, and the worries are hidden from the outside.
It stands quietly on the city bridge and no one knows it. One star is like the moon for a long time.
"Fengcheng New Year's Poems" [Cha Shenxing]
The skillful cutting of flags beats Silla, and the color and gold are painted to make moths;
From now on, scissors are idle In January, there is a lot of needlework in the boudoir.
"Jiyou Xinzheng" [(Ming Dynasty) Ye Yong]
The wind and frost in the heaven and earth are gone, and the weather of the universe is harmonious; new years are added to the calendar, and spring is full of old mountains and rivers.
The plum blossoms and willows are graceful and beautiful, and the pine trees are very old; the slaughter of Su Cheng is drunk, and the white clouds are full of laughter.
"New Year's Works" [Liu Changqing]
The New Year is in the heart of my hometown, 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 evening, and the rivers and willows are surrounded by wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now.
"Welcome to Spring" [Ye Xie]
The rhythm turns to Hongjun, the spirit is the same, and the percussion music is harmonious.
There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is in thousands of households.
"Spring Festival Song" [Yuan Hongdao]
The east wind warms the trees in Loujiang, and the smoke condenses on the three thoroughfares and nine roads. The white horse flies like a dragon through the snow, and the calf's carriage rolls through the water.
The smoke and dust are blown away, and hundreds of thousands of people are dressed in beautiful clothes. The forehead is bright and colorful, and the social song is full of lights.
Wearing scarlet clothes and gold belts like buckets, he is in the front row of the palace and the eunuch behind him. The black gauze is newly woven with Han palace flowers, and the young slave kneels into the Tusu wine.
On the lotus plate, there are jade pillars, and the singing boy and hairy girl are both white. There are three thousand pieces of old music in Liyuan, and thirteen new tunes in Suzhou.
The masked beard dances like a tiger, and the narrow shirt and embroidered trousers beat a big drum. The golden python has a slim body and a ghost makeup, and the Guanyin in white clothes dances with its palms clasped together.
The viewer is like a mountain of brocades belonging to each other, and who can separate the silk and flesh from the chaos. The fragrant wind blows laughter all the way, and the red gauze covers the drunken jade.
Wearing a green lotus blouse with lotus roots and a lotus root, she wore a bun with a light makeup on her forehead. I pick up green strips to praise my sisters, and I pick up melon seeds from my sleeves and throw them at my son.
A thousand willows break through the green branches.