Self-creation of New Year's Poems

boas festas

The cold wind roared.

Pueraria lobata and Pueraria lobata are overgrown with weeds.

Several children shouted as they ran: "

Grass was originally planted here.

It withers and grows once a year.

I can't run out of energy

They have grown taller in the spring breeze. "

In the village, the smoke is swaying.

In the stove, firewood is dancing enthusiastically.

In the steamer, the steamed bread is big and cooked.

Fresh taste.

Run in the cold wind

The peasant women mixed flour and made a fire with firewood. ...

The peasant women are busy talking and laughing.

The peasant women have just delivered their first steamed bread.

A child who has been missing all day.

Flattery.

Pick up one and fill it up

Like a full sparrow.

Fly too fast to be called or found.

The pace of spring is getting closer and closer.

It's getting colder and colder.

The village is getting more and more lively.

Knock, knock, bang ...

All kinds of firecrackers

Ring in every corner of the village

Ring through every corner of the earth.

New Year's Day, New Year's Day.

Everywhere is full of joy.

Everyone posted jokes.

Every family is a good meal.

Every household is busy decorating with lanterns and decorations.

Adults put the word' fu' upside down on the door.

The child shouted: Fu has fallen (arrived), Fu has fallen (arrived).

The old man smiled happily beside him.

It's still early to have a party.

The child is already in a hurry

Run out and set off some firecrackers later.

Run in later and ask: Have you arrived yet? Have you arrived yet?

The firecrackers suddenly quieted down.

Is the party here?

They hid in the corner.

Listen to people's laughter.

When the clock strikes midnight.

They couldn't help it any longer.

They opened their voices and laughed loudly.

Welcome the new year.