There are three ancient poems about Spring Festival and New Year's Eve, which are not too long. An ancient poem about New Year's Eve, 1, Yuan Day by Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty, in addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze from send warm entered Tu Su. Every family has to exchange new peaches for old ones. 2. Tang Gaoshi's "Except Night Shift" The cold light of the hotel never sleeps alone. Tomorrow is the New Year. Carefully follow the handle of the bucket and look forward to the spring return in the northeast. The ancient poem about the Spring Festival, 1, and Wen Zhiming's Happy New Year don't want to meet each other, but the famous article is full. I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty. 2. Meng Haoran's "Tianjiayuan Day" fought in the north last night and started today; I am already very strong, and I am still worried that there is no money in agriculture. Mulberry fields plow my father, and lotus hoes follow the shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is abundant. 3. Check Shen Xing's "Fengcheng New Year Pictures" to cut Silla skillfully and paint gold as moths; Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.
3. Poetry couplets are both poems and couplets. Spring breeze combs willow branch poems. Rain poured on the lotus and dripped under the teardrop window. Virtual work borrows the moon to perch on the couch, the night is quiet and fierce, and the wind blows on the door. The life and death of a country is selfish. Do you want to cut the Wusong River to avoid the trend? It's nice to send a spring flower from Jiangnan. The grass in my stomach is particularly loud. Collect Tang poems, beautiful flowers and many thoughts. Bamboo trees make their own forests, willow deep pottery makes houses quiet and Geng public buildings away from birds, green trees and water. Bamboo reflects high walls like a pot to entertain guests on the mountain. After the flowers bloom, the facts fade away at the beginning of the month. After years of understanding, young people did not go all the way along the stream to restore water. Several deep trees are hidden in my north, I am in my south, spring water is flooding, and he is not at home. Poems on the River is a collection of poems by Li Bai, Sunset Collection. Lotus laurels fall in autumn, and lotus is ashamed and beautiful. The setting sun is far-reaching Mount tai is light and leisurely, and bamboo and stone are drunk. Fangf used to be a corner of the sea, where everyone loved each other and the mountains moved. Look at the bright moon on the Huanxi stone, blow the plum blossoms to gather in the sun building, and lean on the stick to see the lonely stone open into the forest and go out of the distant mountain. Be drunk and ashamed for a thousand days, share the same sorrow with others, but have bones and poems. He was amused to hear that Jiangshan had a good end. I don't know who the moon is for, but I miss Chengjiang more to eliminate the worries of customers. The lyrics of the poem are self-styled When doing things, it is said that the new flowers are better than the old ones, which is the time when the red leaves are exhausted. Where did the hibiscus flower boast with a smile all her life? Seasons and climate are afraid of changes from customs to commerce. There are still ancient people who know the depth of the forest, and Hsinchu candles are greedy. I haven't read a good book. When the mountains are in blue clouds, the ancient houses hide the moon, and the wind is cool and the clouds are cool. The heart is high and the moon is idle. The flowers are still in the grass, and people are still interested in reading books. Ten acres of books Lin Qing suddenly knew that the wind was coming from bamboo shoots on the moon. I can't write this book. There are often Su Shi's poems in this old cupboard. Wan Li's poems are connected with each other. There are no talents in the world. It will be difficult to apply life somewhere tomorrow. How many people in the world learn Du Fu's poems? The ancient painter in Tao Qian was a layman. Here, the scenery is the poet's collection. Huang Tingjian's poems combine light rain, Tibetan mountains, tourists coming to the Yangtze River for a long time, birds singing in Chi Yuan and persuading people to sell wine. A poem, linking mountains and rivers, rejuvenating the disabled, scratching his head into the building to look in the mirror, has become a pair of white temples, famous mountains have broken several small buildings with green shoes, and listened to the lonely trees in the spring rain all night.