Seek poems describing the Spring Festival and the Spring Festival.

Age: Modern and Contemporary

Author: Yu Youren

Works: Renzi Yuanri

Content:

I don't believe that youth can't be recalled.

Let history not be reduced to ashes.

A successful banquet at sea,

A glass of wine. Time: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Jiang Kui

Works: partridge sky

Content: Ding Siyuan Day.

With cypress, green pepper and red pepper, everything is new.

The hedge lights celebrate the New Year.

San Mao zhong moves the west window at dawn,

Poetry is another spring for no reason.

Be careless with the guests, open the door slowly,

Plum blossoms are fragrant with old age.

Joule learned to write about human roles,

What Lei Yu Shen Tu wrote is not true.

Time: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Jiang Kui

Works: a trip to Tasha

Content: Ding Weiyuan works on the river from Miandong to Jinling.

Yan Yan is light, Yingying is exquisite, and she clearly sees Hua Xu.

The night longs for changeable knowledge? In early spring, I was dyed by acacia.

Don't write in the future, don't sew at the same time, travel away from the soul.

The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Wang Anshi

Works: Yuanri

Content:

Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,

The spring breeze warmed the Tusu people.

Thousands of families have a bright future.

Always trade new peaches for old ones.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Tan Sitong

Works: Thoughts on New Year's Eve

Content: Old New Year's poems are very close, often in the ice and snow, dozens of poems can't stop, and their manuscripts have been broken, as rotten as horse arrows and car dust. Seeing Rao Zuojun today, I don't feel bitter in my stomach. I recalled Brother Zhong, a message from Shangzhou on New Year's Eve: "When the wind blows away from home, my family is homesick and good brothers. My brother said, "I'm going to work for my brother. I don't know if I will stay in Hecun tonight." "The scenery is different, the scenery is quiet and clear, I am deeply impressed, and I don't know its breadth.

Walsh. Destroy ancient and modern times, only the years, faint wax wine to welcome the new year.

Who knows that Xi Zhongyin Bintian is already a day of * * * defective products.

Tung is waiting for his heart to die, while Ze is hard to be strong because of the dragon's belly.

The cold ashes will eventually disappear after splitting themselves, which depends on the poetry soldiers fighting the fire.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Tan Sitong

Works: Thoughts on New Year's Eve

Content:

Time and the world are blurred. Who can say who will die in the Central Plains?

From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time.

Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time.

There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Tan Sitong

Works: Thoughts on New Year's Eve

Content:

If you are brave enough, you will grow a beard if you make friends late.

Knowing talent without looking at the device will eventually hide something, which is better than words.

Wine drinkers follow first frost North, and talk about the pursuit of the tide in the east.

Flying away and caressing yourself for 30 years, Shan Jian was born in trouble.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Tan Sitong

Works: Thoughts on New Year's Eve

Content:

My generation is really boring. Who sings Ode to Shang?

Ten years of drunkenness is hard to wake up, and an inch of heart is not dusty.

Play the piano and respect the elderly, and arrange to be alone.

Gan Kun's firm but gentle Shuanglong roared, evoking a good spring scenery.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Huang Jingren

Works: Even on New Year's Eve.

Content:

A thousand laughs were delayed,

Worry is hidden outside.

People standing quietly at the stone bridge don't know,

Watching a week for a long time is like January.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Gong Zizhen

Works: Xinsi and Peng spent New Year's Eve in Taoist Temple. Peng wrote a poem all his life and read it all night, thus ending the book.

Content:

It's also three movies, listening to the pestle clock together.

The lantern bearer is overseas, drawing his sword and dreaming.

Snow color fears resentment, and poetry sounds bitter.

The Ming dynasty was full of guests. Who said last year?

Time: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Jiang Kui

Works: Qing Gong Chun

Content: 19 1 1 On New Year's Eve, Shao Xi bid farewell to Shihu and returned to Xing Wu. Hanging a rainbow at night after the snow tastes a poem: "Li Zeyan's shadow is faint, and Yufeng Dieyun protects his clothes;" Long Bridge is lonely in spring and cold nights, and only poets come home. " In the winter of five years, Fu and Yu Shangqing, Zhang Pingfu, and Qi (1) Park Wengyu formed their own group, taking Liang Xiguan, passing by, the mountains were cold and the weather was cold, the clouds and waves were four in one, the stars were low in the middle of the night, the fishing and fire were mixed, the new moon blew, and the wine could not hold up. Park Weng is entangled in himself, Jewish. Park Weng has nothing to complain about, but he can't help it. Calm, Shang Qing and Park Weng are all writing poems, and they are also eager to pursue their own strangeness. After returning from this trip, each has more than 50 solutions. Paddles and waves, a dull rain, twilight sadness gradually filled with emptiness.

Call my seagull, I want to go down, my back is still in the Woods.

Then go back, swing in the clouds and snow, and send it alone at night.

Sad to see you again, Yimei Mountain, with low pressure of hatred.

Xiang Jing chun Han, I am dancing, who will answer the song?

Looking down at the rainbow in the west, it drifted away, and this prosperity is hard to stop.

When you wake up from a hangover, you will think clearly and understand your socks.

It's safe now, only the railing. Stay with people for a while.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Yan Shu

Works: Liang Zhu

Content:

Southern Yan vaguely returned to the side array,

The snow rolling wall is cloudy,

The partial feeling of orchid bud tender.

After a midnight dream, I felt sleepy.

The incense burner is dizzy.

Time flies,

Have fun before the past,

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.

After waxing, the flowering period is approaching.

Han Mei wrote a letter to Dongfeng.

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