The most beautiful poems for the Spring Festival

The most beautiful poems about the Spring Festival are as follows:

1. It’s New Year’s Day? Lu You, Song Dynasty

The rain at night dissolves the remaining snow, and the rising sun opens up to accumulate overcast.

The peach charms are written in pen, and the pepper and wine are slanted over the flowers.

Meaning of the poem: The overnight rain melted the remaining snow outside the house, and the morning sun drove away the continuous haze. I was writing couplets while breathing hot air on my pen. I took a sip of pepper-soaked wine and found that the newly written flowers were tilted.

2. Occasional work in Helin on New Year's Day? Song Dynasty·White Jade Chan

The east wind blows away the snow on the willow tops and restores spring all over the world overnight.

From now on, the Yangchun should be full of feet and the spirit of hundreds of flowers and rich grass.

The meaning of the poem: The east wind blew away the snow on the plum blossoms, and overnight, the earth returned to spring. From then on, the warm spring seemed to have grown legs, traveling all over the world, with flowers blooming and plants and trees in full spirit!

3. Yuan Day Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

With the sound of firecrackers - the end of the year, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches.

Meaning of the poem: In the sound of crackling firecrackers, we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year. The spring breeze brings the warm breeze into Tusu Wine. At dawn, every household takes down the old peach charms (posted door gods) and replaces them with new ones to welcome the new year.

4. New Year's Day Test Writing by Chen Xianzhang of the Ming Dynasty

When the sky is full of wind and clouds celebrating, the temples and temples are fighting for the legacy.

Next to the wall, people are playing wine to entertain the guests, and young children are singing happy New Year poems together.

As we age, new years come again, and with the coming of spring, there are even more beautiful flowers.

Where is the evening breeze and the flute of the Jianglou is blowing until the moon rises in the east sky.

The meaning of the poem: The wind and clouds in the sky gather to celebrate, and the court and the people are rejoicing throughout the country. Neighbors held successive feasts to entertain guests, and children recited New Year's poems in unison. As I get older, it’s the New Year again. Spring is coming, and there are even more flowers. In the evening, the breeze brings melodious flute music. I don’t know where it comes from the riverside tower. The flute sound continues until the moon rises slowly from the east.

5. On Dingmao Yuan Day, Qian Qianyi of the Qing Dynasty

A bottle of old wine went to the court to be removed, and the child held his clothes to comfort the screen.

When you serve your mother, you are happy to have meat in your meal, and when you are in the new year, you are even more happy to dream about fish.

The hook curtain is about to connect the new nest of swallows, and the polyester inkstone is still sparse to write the old book.

I got through the neighborhood chicken and millet situation, and nothing happened to my house.

The meaning of the poem: I worship in the courtyard with a glass of New Year's wine, and my young son holds the corner of my clothes to comfort me in my seclusion life. When you serve your mother, you can be happy to have meat as a meal; when you predict the future, you can be more happy to see fish in your dreams. I raised the door curtain to welcome the new nesting swallows, washed the inkstone and put it aside, too lazy to write a book. I spend some time hanging out with my neighbors, and nothing annoying comes to my house.

6. Jiawu New Year's Day, Qing Dynasty·Kong Shangren

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full, and he can't sleep around the stove after staying up late for the year.

Cut the candles to dry up the late-night wine, and spend all your money to buy spring money.

Listening to the burning of firecrackers brings out the childlike innocence, but watching the peach charms change makes me feel happy.

The drums and horns add plum blossoms, and we celebrate the New Year with joy at the fifth watch.

The meaning of the poem: There are already sparse white hairs on my head. On the night of New Year's Eve, I sat around the fire with my family to stay awake but couldn't fall asleep. The candles burned little by little, and I distributed the money I had to the younger members of the family. Then I listened to the sound of firecrackers as if my childlike innocence was still there, and saw people of all ages replacing peach charms.

The sound of drums and trumpets continues all around, and the plum blossoms are also blooming. At the fifth watch, people laugh and greet each other New Year!