the Spring Festival; Chinese New Year

Spring Festival poem-Wang Anshi (January)

Speaking of poems about the Spring Festival, we have to mention Wang Anshi's "January Day" in the Song Dynasty. This song "January Day" has always been highly praised by people and has become a beautiful sentence sung through the ages. This poem describes the moving scene of excitement, joy and Vientiane renewal on New Year's Day, and expresses the author's thoughts and feelings of reforming politics. "Wang Anshi is both a politician and a poet. Many of his poems about scenery and things contain strong political content. Through the description of New Year's Day and the new atmosphere of New Year's Day, this poem expresses its ambition, optimism and self-confidence of ruling reform, eliminating the old and enriching the people. The whole poem is light in writing and bright in color, and the prospect of the eyes and the feelings in the heart complement each other. This is indeed a good poem with profound implications.

Yuanri-Wang Anshi

Amid firecrackers, one-year-old send warm entered Tu Su except the spring breeze.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones every day.

More ancient poems about the Spring Festival

Tian Jia's New Year-Meng Haoran

Last night, I returned to the north and began to live in the East.

I'm already a strong official, but I'm still worried about agriculture.

Mulberry field plows and hoes with the shepherd boy.

Tian said that the climate is abundant this year.

Yuanri (Yulouchun)-Maopang

One year, the lotus fell out of the blue well, and Tu Su froze the wine.

Han Xiao is cold and deceitful. In spring, he is slim and arrives in Liu first.

Beauty urges longevity of cypress leaves, peppers, flowers and delicate sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

Try to write on New Year's Day (choose one)-Chen Xianzhang

When the clouds in the sky celebrate, the temple competes for grass and grass knowledge.

Adjacent to the city wall, we entertain guests, drink, sing together and enjoy New Year's poems.

When you get old and spring comes, you will have better flowers.

Where is the night breeze when the river bottom flute plays the east moon?

Ding Mao Yuan Riqian Qian Yi

One-year-old wine worships the court, except for the younger son's clothes to comfort the screen.

Serve the mother's heart, eat meat, occupy years, and prefer to dream of fish.

Fishing curtains want to welcome the new nest, and Yan Di inkstone also sparse old books

I have nothing to do with my neighbor's chicken and millet.

Wu Jia New Year's Day-Kong Renshang

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full, and the stove is destroyed.

Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and buy spring money everywhere.

Listening to firecrackers, childlike innocence, watching the change of peach blossom characters, old and biased.

Drum horn plum blossom plus five smiles to pay New Year's greetings.

Selling Dementia-(Don) Fan Chengda

On new year's eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the new year;

Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia.

In addition to the night-(Tang) Lai Jia

It's a matter of unity being empty, and Wan Li is lovesick overnight.

Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

Except at night-Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Happy New Year-(Ming)

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.

You are new and correct-(Ming) Ye.

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Adding the New Year brings old mountains and rivers in spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun.

Today is New Year's Eve. -(Qing) Huang Jingren

A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.

People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.

Fengcheng New Year Speech —— (Qing) Cha

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.

Wu Jia New Year's Day-(Qing) Kong

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of ups and downs, and the old-age stove actually sleeps.

Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and spend all the spring money.

Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters.

Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao.

On New Year's Day, he occupied Liu Yazi's mouth with charm-Dong.

* * * Laughing and laughing for the New Year, Hongyan Lady sends plum blossoms;

Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs.

Only loyal to the country, there is no paradise at home;

Song and dance accompany Beijing to welcome the festival and overlook Yan' an scenery.

Look at the Spring Festival Flower Market-Lin

Mickey met to see the flower market, but leaned against the arcade like a gallery;

Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating.

It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful.

Spring Festival Poetry-Modernity

1998 Spring Festival-Wang Jiaxin

Firecrackers continued, fireworks rose,

Pleas the sky, or be angry at its vast nothingness.

This is Shangyuan, the former Royal Orchard.

The century-old persimmon forest shows its impossible black in the frost and cold;

This is the north of Beijing, and there are people who have settled here.

When the galaxy of childhood passed through their roof again,

Only then did I realize that I would always be a stranger;

This is a native of China, and time does not bring wisdom.

But a more persistent superstition-it's New Year's Eve again,

Atheists put up couplets all night to welcome the god of wealth;

And you, however, dreamed that the newly-built house was peeling off,

Masonry activity, delayed teeth.

the Spring Festival; Chinese New Year

I really don't want to.

bid farewell to the old year

You Ke

Longing for the new year

therefore

I

It is snowing,

It's too clear.

This is man-made,

Nothing complicated.

It always brings a little joy.

I

May it be like snowflakes,

Into the embrace of nature.

Am I just a crystal snowflake?

No, I am a hotbed of flowers and a quilt of grass.

When it floated down to the ground,

It was frozen by enthusiasm.

The cold body just wants to destroy the pests in the world.

The earth is also clean!

When the first spring breeze blows

When fresh life wakes up from my arms and digs it out.

There are crystal tears in my eyes.

Leave quietly-

The background at ten o'clock in the evening.

Be covered with patches

Red and green billboards

Covering the whole city

Strong coffee spilled all over the floor.

The No.9 bus is crowded with thieves.

Their dream bride

Beautiful and romantic like you.

It has been snowing for a long time.

Plum blossoms are not in bloom yet.

Look forward, look back

Santa Claus has gone home.

New year bell

loaf about the street

Waiting for you to wish the New Year.

Our Spring Festival

Accompanied by laughter

Why do you have to arrange a eulogy again?

Express happiness with a smile

Isn't it perfect enough

Crying

Why give those comforts?

A Touching Story

Do you still need packaging and decoration?

Use truth

Why dwell on those hypocrisy?

Sow in the land in spring.

Isn't this the best toast?

There are grades in the Spring Festival.

You should stop giving gifts.

We care about each other with love.

Is there a more appropriate expression?