2. new Year only deepens my longing, adds to the lonely tears of an exile. To the old age is exiled to the people, the spring is hurried on ahead of me. Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me, Jiangliu * * * wind smoke. I have suffered like the imperial guardian, so when will the day be taken? -Liu Changqing's "New Year's Work"
3. Every year, the lotus flower leaks. Bijing is crisp and frozen wine. Han Xiao is still deceiving others, and she is slim in spring. The beautiful woman urged Qian to live long. Pepper with cypress leaves and finery sleeves. I don't know each other well in the depths of my hometown, but I am old with Dongjun. -
4. The sound of firecrackers welcomes the new year, and wonderful couplets are posted in front of the door. Laughter is heard everywhere, and delicious food is served on the table. Talk about the sky and talk about the earth, and the lights are bright and illuminate the night. Young children boast about their new clothes, and the old ones are new and the weather is clear. —— The usual "Celebrating the New Year"
5. Cleverly cut the victory and try Silla, painting colorful gold as a moth; Since then, scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more needles and thread in the boudoir before the age of 2. -Huang Jingren's "Fengcheng New Year's Ci"
6. The rhythm turns to be harmonious and harmonious. There is no need to welcome to the eastern suburbs, and spring is among thousands of households. -Ye Xie's Spring Festival
7. Who asked about the hotel? The cold lamp is amiable. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I was wandering away from home in ten thousand miles. Looking back on the past, it is a matter of nothing, sad sad; Lonely I only have a wry smile and acid. Sorrow makes my face grow old, white hair is full of hair, in a sigh, and ushered in a new year. -Dai Shulun's
8. Count the cold days and the New Year will come. See plum blossoms again. Wrapped in white, the vast mountains and rivers are enchanting. Sighing is fleeting, and years make people old. Feeling vicissitudes of life, Vientiane dreams of early spring. Celebrate a beautiful day, watch the excitement, and the streets are neon. Meditation is like the sea, holding a manuscript of Chai Fei's poems. It's hard to know how warm and cold it is. May Lang Chang be in good health all his life. -Shen Xianmo's "Morning Meifang Happy New Year"
9. The east wind warms the Loujiang tree, and the three roads and nine roads condense the smoke. A white horse is like a dragon breaking through the snow, and a calf runs through the water and wears the fragrance. Blow around and pat away the smoke and dust, dazzle and dress up 1 thousand people. Elo dressed up as a colorful winner, and the social songs filled the air. Fei Yi Jin wears clothes like a bucket, and the front row is long and the back is satrap. Black yarn new wisp of Han Palace flowers, green slaves knelt into Tu Su wine. Pick a lotus plate and make a jade building, singing and dancing. There are 3, pieces of old music in Liyuan, and 13 new tunes in Suzhou. Masked beard jumps like a tiger, narrow shirt embroidered trousers mallet drum. The golden python is dressed in ghost makeup, and the Guanyin dance is crossed in white. The viewer is like a mountain and brocade, who divides silk from meat. The fragrant wind blows laughter all the way, and thousands of miles of red yarn cover the jade. Violet unlined upper garment with lotus root skirt, with light makeup on the forehead and bun. Pick up the green stripes and praise your sisters, and play around with melon seeds on your sleeves. In a hurry, the strings are complicated, and a thousand willows break the green branches. -Yuan Hongdao's "Spring Festival Song"
1. Last night, I fought back to the north, and now I am going to the east. I am forty years old, and I am worried about farming, though I have no official position. The farmer who worked in fields full of mulberry trees, carrying a hoe and a shepherd boy worked together. Tian Jiazhan climate, * * * said this year is abundant. -Meng Haoran's Tian Jia Yuan Ri
11. The official calendar is about to run out, and the village mash is strong and self-dumping. I am tired of cold and warm, and I am afraid of the old and cherish the disabled. The years have passed, and Kourong is still not flat. Children don't know anything, and songs wait until dawn. -Luo Yin's
12. Spring events have been piled up into mountains, and I have casually pointed to the wild goose pass. Pick your hands lightly and worry about finding old dreams, and lay plain paper on your heart to paint a new face. Before the bottle, the chrysanthemum can be mixed with wine, and the plum branches in the snow are always cold-resistant. In advance, I signed a brocade contract with Feng Jun, and the Ming Dynasty flowers and jade railings. -Yun Shu Yunxiang's "New Year's greetings"
13. The bells of the old year entered the new year, and firecrackers were added to the old year. Naide Huaxia will be full of energy, and the warehouse will have more money than the grain depot. -Sabin's left hand "Non-unique New Year"