The first day of the lunar month
Wang 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.
This poem describes the scene of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new in the Spring Festival. A piece of firecrackers sent away the old year, drinking mellow Tu Su wine and feeling the breath of spring. The rising sun shines on thousands of families, and every family's peaches are replaced with new ones.
This is an impromptu work about welcoming the New Year in ancient times. Based on folk customs, it sensitively absorbs the typical materials of ordinary people during the Spring Festival and captures the representative details of life: setting off firecrackers, drinking Tu Su wine and changing peach symbols, which fully shows the joyful atmosphere of the New Year Festival and is full of rich life breath.
New Year's Eve
Bai Juyi
My eyes are sick, I don't sleep much, I don't care for my old age, my heart is old and my heart is moving, and spring is suddenly leaking.
When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads.
Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu".
Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan.
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.
I don't ask to meet them, but I just want to greet them through worship stickers, so my home is full of precious worship stickers in the morning.
I also go with the flow to salute others, and people will only resent simplicity, but not the empty etiquette.
Golden Waterfront, Garden and Cultural Stone =
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.
Meng Haoran spent the first half of his life mainly staying at home to study with relatives and adapting his own poems. He once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain and traveled to the capital at the age of 40. He should return to Xiangyang as a scholar.
I made friends with Zhang Jiuling and Wang Wei when I was in Chang 'an. He was a poet, and later he wandered in wuyue, which was extremely poor, in order to dispel the disappointment of his official career. He died of overeating.
Tianjiayuan Day
meng haoran
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.
The first sentence of the poem says that the stars move, but the years don't live. Last night's New Year's Eve was still cold in the middle of winter, and today's New Year's Day is already warm spring.
Bucket handle refers to the rapid process of rotation from north to east, which shows the passage of time and the replacement of festival order, and blurs the "Yuan Day" in the title.
Yu Lou Chun Ji Mao Sui Yuan Ri
Maopang
Every year, the lotus drops and leaks, and the blue well is crisp and frozen.
Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.
Beauty advised Qian to live a long life. Pepper with cypress leaves and gorgeous sleeves.
Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.
This is a New Year poem written by Mao Kun in the Northern Song Dynasty. Although the cold spring has not subsided, the poet is looking forward to the coming spring like an old friend.