Wang Song 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.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Tianjiayuan Day
Tang Meng Hao ran
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.
I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.
Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
Except at night.
Dai Song puffer fish
Sweep the huts to clean up the hubbub and worship the nine heavens.
Everything comes in spring to send wax, and tonight is the end of the year.
Make a fire and roar with bamboo, and then listen to the praise of pepper when you are old.
Wild travel predicts that farming will be good and snow will not disappear in three winters.
Thoughts of spring
Tang huangfuran
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.
I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon. (Layer City One Work: Qin Cheng)
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.
Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?