What are the 10 poems recommended for New Year's Day?
Written version of New Year's Day
Hold Zhu Yao's beauty first, and the temples cream in the mirror.
Stealing in front of a light is a good skill, but Tu Su should not try it first.
0 Cha Shen Xing
Cleverly cut Silla, draw moth colored gold;
Since then, scissors have been idle for a month, and there is a lot of needlework in the boudoir.
0 Wang Anshi
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.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
0 money
One-year-old wine visits the court, and the younger son takes comfort screen.
My mother still likes to eat meat, and she prefers to dream about fish.
Hook the curtain to welcome the new nest swallow, wash the inkstone and write a book.
I walked around the chicken and millet bureau and went to my house to pack my things.
0 hole
Xiao's white hair is sparse, but he can't sleep.
Cut candles and dry dinner wine, and spend all your money on sex.
0 Wen Zhiming
If you don't ask to meet, you will only visit, but that famous newspaper will fill our room.
I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.
0 land tour
The night wind blows drunken dances, and every family sings heartily.
The huge red candle was lit and looked like a bunch of flowers.
Spring is full of old mountains and rivers when the Spring Festival is added.
Firecrackers ring at night and torches scare crow trees at dawn.
0 Liu Changqing
The arrival of the new year is more homesick, and the independent horizon can't help crying.
Old exiles, spring is ahead of me.
Apes in the mountains make me faint, and willows in the river make me sad.
I was tortured like a bodyguard. When will this day come?
0 Li Xiao
I want to see the middle reaches of Hunan Tobacco, where reeds meet Chutian endlessly.
Go to the wild goose, dream of clouds and snow, and board the Dongting boat alone.
Wind and rain around the mountain every day, the stars hang down in the Han Dynasty and wear clouds.
The scattered plums have passed the residual wax, and the old garden has returned to spring.
0 Chen Xianzhang
Clouds celebrate the meeting in the sky, and temples contend for grass knowledge.
By the wall, we play entertainment and set wine, while young children sing and enjoy New Year's poems.
The old year brings a new year, and spring brings better flowers.
Where is the river flute in the evening breeze, blowing to the moon in the east?