What are the poems about the Spring Festival?

The first day of the lunar month

Wang Anshi

Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,

The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of families are dying,

Always trade new peaches for old ones.

Work at night

Gaoshi

The cold light in the hotel stayed up all night,

What happened to the guest's heart?

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.

Another year of frost temple in Ming dynasty.

Lu you

Lu you

At the beginning of the fourth watch, the north wind blows snow,

Jia Rui Tian Jiao and Nianchu.

Tu Su's half lamp has not been lifted,

Write peach characters in front of the lamp.

New year's work

Liu Changqing

The arrival of the new year is more homesick, and the independent horizon can't help crying.

People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring.

The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me.

I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come?

stay up late or all night on New Year's Eve

Su Shi

If you want to know how old you are, there are snakes going to the valley.

The scale is half, who will cover it?

The situation wants to tie its tail, although it is diligent and helpless.

The child was forced not to sleep and was very happy at night.

If you don't sing the morning chicken, you are more afraid of causing trouble.

After sitting for a long time, the lights went down and I looked at the Big Dipper.

It will be gone next year, and my worries will be in vain.

Try to do it tonight, and the teenager can still boast.

New Year's Eve

Yuan kai

What is the occasion tonight? Foreign countries say hometown.

Look after other people's children and be old for the guests.

The army is restless and the mountain is slim.

A glass of pepper leaf wine is worth a thousand tears.

Night's longing

Liu Yuxi

If Mi Nian is not proud, what about Chinese New Year?

Many travelers miss the past.

Take leisure as your own comfort, and you will waste your life.

Spring scenery is ruthless, and I have seen it in seclusion.

Two Poems on the Day of May and May.

Liu Kezhuang

Time flies in the past, and the river is clear, but it is difficult to be mysterious.

Plus, from the heart of Confucius, Zhou Lang broke thieves three times a year.

The gear blocked the pigeon's staff, and the rumor was once provided to the beast.

How dare I stand up to the pride of climbing the west and learn from Xiangshan?

Due to illness, I have been idle for a long time.

Officials and officials took advantage of the battle of Huang Hui and the guests who saw the black corner towel.

Zhao Ling's ruthlessness can't hide the old, but the apricot tip is spring.

It is said that children praise Weng Jian, and poetry is like new years.

New Year's Eve Club Music City Zhang Shao Hall

meng haoran

All along, the two have a good relationship and know each other intimately.

After dark, people will light red candles and wait for friends' birthday party.

During the dinner, the singers sang the old song of Plum Blossom, and everyone drank the newly steamed white wine, pushed a cup for a change, and occasionally there was a game in which drinkers bet.

The author is wandering around now, enjoying the past, year after year.