The poems and songs that bid farewell to the old and welcome the new are as follows:
1. "Yuan Ri" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth. Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.
Translation:
The old year has passed with the sound of firecrackers, and we happily drink Tusu wine in the warm spring breeze.
The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they all take down the old peach charms and replace them with new ones.
2. "Heavy Snow" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, Jiarui Tianjiao and the new year.
Half of the lamp has been used to slaughter Su, and peach symbols are written on the grass in front of the lamp.
Good harvest.
Before the half-filled glass of Tusu wine could be raised to celebrate the New Year, I wrote the peach symbols welcoming the Spring Festival in cursive script under the light.
3. "Shou Sui" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
To know that dying at the end of the year is like going to the snake.
Half of the repair scales are gone, no one can hide them.
I want to tie it to the end, but I know what I can do despite my diligence.
The children were forced not to sleep, but stayed together all night and had fun.
Don’t sing the rooster in the morning, even more drums are afraid of Tim Lao.
After sitting for a long time and the lamps dimmed, I watched the Beidou tilt.
There will be no time next year, and I may be wasting my worries.
You can still be proud of your efforts.
Translation:
You must know that the age when you are about to say goodbye is like a long snake swimming into a deep ravine.
Half of the long scales are gone, who can stop the thought of leaving!
Not to mention trying to tie its tail end, even though I am diligent and know that there is no way.
The children struggled hard without sleeping and stayed together laughing and making noise at night.
Morning rooster, please don’t crow, the drums urging you are frightening.
I sat there for a long time and the lanterns were falling. I stood up and saw that the Big Dipper had tilted sideways.
Will there be no New Year’s Eve next year? I'm just afraid that my worries will go wrong again.
Trying to cherish this night, young people can still boast of their spirit.