If you want to quote a poem at the beginning of the Spring Festival in your hometown, then tell me a poem, for the Spring Festival.

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.

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Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

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One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

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Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

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Comfortable night work

I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.

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Happy New Year, Wen Zhiming.