Chinese classics related to the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival

Spring Festival songs

Yuan Hongdao

The east wind warms the river and trees, and the smoke condenses in three lanes and nine lanes.

. A white horse is like a dragon breaking through the snow, and a calf rushes through the water to wear incense.

Blow it around and pat off the smoke, showing off the dress100000 people.

Elo dressed up as a colorful winner, and social songs filled the air.

Fei Yi, dressed in gold, is a platoon leader in front and a satrap in the back.

Black veil new wisp of Han palace flowers, green slaves knelt into the wine.

Picking lotus plates to make jade buildings, singing and dancing.

There are 3,000 old songs in Liyuan and 3 new songs in Suzhou/kloc-0.

The masked beard jumps like a tiger, and the narrow shirt is embroidered with trousers and hammers.

The golden python turns into ghost makeup, and Guanyin dances in white.

The viewer is like a mountain and brocade, separating silk from meat.

The fragrant wind blows and laughs all the way, and thousands of miles of red yarn cover the jade.

Purple shirt with lotus root skirt, light makeup on forehead and bun.

Picked up the green stripes and praised my sister, playing around with melon seeds on my sleeve.

In a hurry, strings are numerous, and thousands of willows fold green branches.

The first day of the lunar month

Wang Anshi

In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Pay new year's call

Wen Zhiming

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

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

New Year's Eve

Bai Juyi

There are many thoughts at the end of the year, and the end of the world has not returned.

Old people are new, but illness reduces old glory.

Hometown is still a souvenir, and fame and fortune have been lost.

In the forty-nine years of the Ming Dynasty, we should turn our backs.

Except getting pregnant at night

Tang Dushenyan

Therefore, festivals should be sung and candles should be welcomed in the New Year.

The atmosphere in winter loves arrows, and spring is waiting for chickens to crow.

Smell the lid of the pot and you will see a fight in the dark.

It will also be a trillion years old, Jiucheng.

New Year's Eve

Tanglutong

Failure is failure, lonely night.

The old country is thousands of miles away, and the Chinese New Year is more frequent.

The cold is still near the north, and the wind is gradually blowing to the east.

Just look at Chang' an stranger, and the morning bell burns.

Cherish this night, wander this night.

Don't say goodbye when the candles run out, the cock crows old and new.

Nuo goes to the sick, and the wine has ushered in the spring.

Who will be the last to win the cup tomorrow?

Three-year ban

Tang Bai Juyi

Fire clears wine.

Sneer at childish play, that was a long time ago.

Before writing a book in class, young and old combine.

I'm the boss, the second.

The seventieth issue is approaching, and the heart of ten thousand reasons has been forgotten.

Not only joy, but also sadness.

Su Ping should be a layman, and Tsing Yi should serve Meng Guang.

Husband and wife always face each other and sit on a rope bed.

New Year's Eve

Song Mei Yao Chen

Don't be afraid of the cold, spring should come early.

The wind opens the jade plum and draws the gold furnace grass.

Young teeth are like adults, and old heads are older.

Time is a reminder day and night, not as good as a mirror.

Hui Yuan Cao Weizhi

At the beginning of the year, Yuanzuo was auspicious and auspicious.

This is a good meeting and a banquet in this hall.

The clothes are fresh and clean, and the cockroaches are yellow.

Precious meals are jumbled and full of squares.

Looking down at Wenxuan and looking up at Hualiang.

May the beauty be preserved for thousands of years.

Laughing and playing, the joy is not over yet.

The royal family is proud, and the life test is boundless.

Watching the flower market in the forest during the Spring Festival

Sister Mai met to see the flower market, but she leaned against the arcade like a gallery.

Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating.

It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful.