Poetry about the coming year 1. What poems describe that next year will be better?
1, "Langtaosha" Song Ouyang Xiu raised his glass to the east wind, calmly with * * *, and wept for Yang Luocheng East.
At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs. It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry.
The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know? 2, "Tour Shanxi Village" Song Xiao farmhouse wine, keep chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. 3, "Enjoy Lotte Yangzhou for the First Time" Liu Tang Yuxi Bashan Chu River desolate place, abandoned for 23 years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. 4, "It's hard to go to the sky I" Tang Li fought a thousand yuan for the platinum bottle, and he was ashamed of ten thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
5, "Don't Move Big Ears" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Thousands of miles are dark, dark and faint, and the north wind blows snowflakes and heavy snow. Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know the king of the world?
I wish you a poem in the new year.
Lou Yu Sui Xin
Tang Bai Juyi
18 years old, I betrayed my face and the scenery touched my homesickness.
Prison has fallen into rivers and lakes. In the new year, I will go to Lou Yu.
Zhang Jiang, who also looked at the lights.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Different customs are not local customs, and the New Year changes.
Look at the flamingo tree in Jiyumen. It is suspected that Candle dragon is burning.
Ten poems a day by the lake
Song Yang Wanli
It's snowy near the old wax, and there is no plum in the New Year.
Diligent Tianzhu, two flowers bloom across the water.
The first day of the lunar month
Song Xin qi Ji
Old illness forgets the season and still sleeps in the morning.
The child is awake. Today is the New Year.
Twenty spring pillars and five queens.
Song Ouyang xiu
Refused to sell ice, Xuemei Palace pressed incense.
New Year's greetings, white is getting longer and longer.
The first day of the lunar month
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Shame on Yuntai guests, falling snow is full of blankets.
If you don't look at the bird's shadow, you will still see the Year of the White Snake.
The palace was empty and the door was covered with grass.
Since spring, Gan Kun has turned his head.
3. Describe a poem that will be better next year
There is no doubt that there is no way to go, and there is another village-Lu You is poor and strong, but it does not fall into the sky-Wang Bo Mochou has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one knows a gentleman in the world-Gao Shi has been at the edge of the shipwreck and before Wan Muchun's sick tree-Liu Yuxi has sincerely arrived, and the stone has been opened-a single spark can start a prairie fire at the beginning-and the book is full of blood and care.
In Mao Zedong's poem, heavy rain falls on a secluded swallow, white waves are sky-high, and fishing boats are outside Qinhuangdao. I can't see a piece of Wang Yang. I know which way. In the past 1000 years, Wei Wu waved a whip and left a legacy in the East.
The bleak autumn wind is changing the world again today. If you want to know the East, Mo Daojun should leave early.
People who travel all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique. Life is easy when you are old, but difficult when you are old. Every year is Chongyang, and now it is Chongyang. Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind blows hard, not like spring, but better than spring, just like the Wan Li frost on the vast river. One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise the sails covered with dark clouds and build a bridge under the deep sea. The deep sea will not shake the outside world or change things, then they will become great events in the world.
Lu Kun "groan? But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. -Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Lodge" Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars for nine Wan Li.
Write a poem and wish a good harvest in the coming year.
When the west wind sets, there are few people in the green hills. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Tell on Zhao Jun" is very human. Everything comes to Qiu Lai, shaking off Song Xin Qi Ji's "There is Southern Yan in the boundless river, and Fan Kuoyun". Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I face them in this villa, drinking my wine and smelling of alcohol. -Tang Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary in Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa" In August, the high wind roared, and my family was three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "The hut was blown by the autumn wind", the autumn atmosphere was inevitable, and the light cold was just pleasing. The green pools are all red and the leaves are still open. Minimum money is pleasant: it is satisfactory. Red-violet (pronounced "Canal"): Lotus. But: open them all. Minimum money: the new lotus leaf is as big as a small copper coin. Song Yang Wanli's "Walking in Late Autumn" shook the dew covered by the morning light, and the sound of logging floated out of the valley. Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and hold up the fat fruits and vegetables between the bamboo fences with baskets. Live in a farmhouse in autumn. Scatter a round net to the cold fog on the river, and put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like herring. The reeds are shaded with frost and gently shake the parked oars. The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats. The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry. Because the stream is dry, the stone is clearer. Where is the flute on the cow's back, the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess. -He Qifang in autumn
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is freezing, and the vegetation shakes the frost-the lines described by Wei of the Three Kingdoms.
There is only one blade, and I don't know how many autumn sounds I heard. Yan's "Qingpingle" is full of spring sounds, and several rows of autumn geese come to the valley. Yuan Sadu stabbed "Two Poems Dreaming of Climbing High Mountains". Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus flowers. Sanli Pinghu, a passer-by feels that autumn is full of lost lotus: residual lotus. Yuan's Nine Poems of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake
Don't break the garden, because he and the fish covered the Xiheng Waste Garden (also called Xiheng Waste Garden) written by the sunset glow and the Song Dynasty. Rolfe: Soil stalks in the field. ) Tianshui blue, autumn color dyeing: dyeing. Song Zhou Mi's "Wen Que Xi Wu Shan Guan Tao" sunset glow in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and a little sunset glow in the shadow of Hong Fei: sunset glow. Western Western jackdaw: Crows returning to the forest in cold weather. Hong Fei: Goose. Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball
5. Poems about the New Year
Chun Xue Han Yu
There is no youth in the New Year.
The grass bud was surprised at the beginning of February.
Snow is too late for spring,
Therefore, the tree is a flying flower.
Chunsi Huang Furan
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.
From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.
Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
Chen Xianzhang on New Year's Day
When the clouds in the sky celebrate, the temple struggles for the knowledge of grass.
Next to the wall, there is wine to entertain guests, and young children are singing and enjoying New Year's poems.
When you are old, you will meet a new year, and there will be better flowers in spring.
Where is the evening breeze? When it blows to the moon in the east.
Ding Mao Yuan Riqian Qian Yi
A bottle of wine at the age of one pays homage to the court, and young children bring clothes to comfort the screen.
I like to eat meat when I wait on my mother, but I prefer to dream about fish in 2008.
The hook curtain wants to pick up the new nest swallow, and the ink stone is also sparse.
I went to the neighboring chicken millet bureau, which has nothing to do with me.
Tiger drinks horse and Li Quanyi in Wuyuan.
Populus davidiana painted plants like smoke, and Hu Er always drank Ma Quan.
On several moonlit nights, who leans on the sword and white clouds?
Guanshan road has never been frozen, but today it is diverted to the front of the Chinese ambassador.
Don't send pedestrians to see your temple, lest you be scared and haggard into the new year.
Hukou sent his friend Li Pin.
Midstream wants to see the dusk of Hunan smoke, and the reeds on the shore meet with Chutian endlessly.
Go to the wild goose and rush to the clouds, dream of flying snow, and leave people alone on the Dongting boat.
Storms revolve around the mountains every day, and stars and Han people hang on the water.
Pieces of plum blossoms passed the residual wax, and the garden went home for the New Year.
New Year's Eve 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?
Answering Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu
There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.
Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year.
I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.
Zhu Yingtai, except early spring nights in Wu Wenying.
Cut red love, cut green, and spend money on women.
When the sun goes down, the east wind won't let old China go.
Some people add candles to the west window, don't sleep and invade the dawn, and laugh and turn to New Year English.
In the old days, jade fiber once smashed the yellow orange, and the soft fragrance was static.
The lake in my dream is still lost in the mirror.
Poor Wu Shuang, the cold is endless, and the plum blossoms are relatively rainy.
The sixth day of the first month is the day of Hubei and Zhu.
Bending around, the new year crescent moon hooks the cold jade.
Hook cold jade, chicken shoes are small, and Cui eyebrows are tight.
Moths and snow willows add makeup, while Candle dragon wahoo competes for makeup.
It's not as good as lunar new year's day.
Yingchunge Yuan Hongdao
The east wind warms the river and trees, and the smoke condenses in three lanes and nine lanes.
A white horse is like a dragon breaking through the snow, and a calf rushes through the water to wear incense.
Blow it around and pat off the smoke, showing off the dress100000 people.
Elo dressed up as a colorful winner, and social songs filled the air.
Fei Yi, dressed in gold, is a platoon leader in front and a satrap in the back.
Black veil new wisp of Han palace flowers, green slaves knelt into the wine.
Picking lotus plates to make jade buildings, singing and dancing.
There are 3,000 old songs in Liyuan and 3 new songs in Suzhou/kloc-0.
The masked beard jumps like a tiger, and the narrow shirt is embroidered with trousers and hammers.
The golden python turns into ghost makeup, and Guanyin dances in white.
The viewer is like a mountain and brocade, separating silk from meat.
The fragrant wind blows and laughs all the way, and thousands of miles of red yarn cover the jade.
Purple shirt with lotus root skirt, light makeup on forehead and bun.
Picked up the green stripes and praised my sister, playing around with melon seeds on my sleeve.
In a hurry, strings are numerous, and thousands of willows fold green branches.
Wu Jia New Year's Day Kong Renshang
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.
Happy New Year to 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.
6. Ancient "Nian" Poems
Selected ancient poems of the Spring Festival
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stay up late or all night on New Year's Eve
□ Su Shi
Without next year, my worries will be in vain;
Try your best today, young people can still boast!
The first day of the lunar month
□ Wang Anshi
In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;
On Children's Day, thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.
Shengchazi
□ Zhu
Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the night of January this year, the moon and the lights were still there.
I haven't seen you last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.
On the fifteenth night of the first month
□ Su Weidao
Fire tree silver flower pass, star bridge lock.
The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.
Wandering prostitute
7. Poems about the New Year
1, 5 o'clock leakage phase urges, 4 o'clock gas pushes back. The residual lamp in the tent went out and the aroma in the stove turned to ashes. Gradually, I saw the lotus pillow forced by spring and suddenly felt that the bamboo cup was cold. Every family should not lie down, and only when they miss each other can they have dreams. -Tang Menghao's Beyond the Night
2, the north wind blows snow in the fourth day, Jiarui Tianjiao, and reads the beginning. Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp. -Song Luyou's Snow Removal at Night
4, the twilight scene is oblique to Fangdian, and the year is gorgeous. At the end of the year, winter snow and winter snow melt, and it seems that a warm spring breeze blows in the warm palace. Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers. It celebrated the New Year and ushered in a night. -"Shousui" by Don Li Shimin
5, eye disease, less sleep, non-longevity, old heart, and spring. When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads. -Bai Juyi's "Except Night"
Good morning, Mei Fang and Happy New Year-Shen Xianmo
Count the cold days, and a new year is coming.
See plum blossom again.
It's all white and the mountains and rivers are enchanting.
Sighs are fleeting, and years make people old.
Feeling vicissitudes of life, Vientiane dreams of early spring.
Celebrate a beautiful day, watch the excitement and fill the streets with neon lights.
Meditation is like the sea, holding Chai Fei's poems.
It's hard to know how warm and cold it is.
May Lang Chang be healthy all his life.
The Spring Festival is the biggest and grandest festival in a year. The Spring Festival is quietly coming to us, and the streets and alleys are filled with festive atmosphere. The shopping mall is crowded with people and very lively. Both old people and children are carrying bags in their hands and their faces are filled with happy smiles.