1. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

2. The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, and Jiarui Tianjiao and the New Year's Eve. Half of the Tusu lamp has not yet been lifted, and peach symbols are written on the grass in front of the lamp.

——Lu You's "Heavy Snow"

3. Last night we fought back to the north, now we are heading east. I have become an official in my old age, but I still worry about farmers without salary. The father plows the mulberry field, and the shepherd boy follows him with the hoe. The Tian family accounted for the climate, and the emperor said it would be a good year.

——Meng Haoran's "Tian Jiayuan Day"

4. The wind and frost in the world are gone, and the weather in the universe is harmonious; new years are added to the calendar, and spring is full of old mountains and rivers. The plum blossoms and willows are fragrant and graceful, and the pine trees are old and senile; Tu Su becomes drunk and laughs happily in the white cloud nest.

——Ye Yong's "Jiyou Xinzheng"

5. This year will be over tonight, next year will be rushed tomorrow. The cold goes away overnight, and spring comes at the fifth watch. The complexion changes in the air, and the appearance changes in secret. No one realizes the scenery, but plum blossoms are blooming in the back garden.

——Shi Qing's "New Year's Eve"

6. On Yuan Ye last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Lantern Festival this year, the flowers and lights are still there. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. ——Ouyang Xiu "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"

7. The fire trees and silver flowers are closing, and the iron locks of the star bridge are opening. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the person. All the players are playing plum blossoms, and all the singing is falling plum blossoms. Jinwu can't help but stay at night, and the jade leaks don't urge each other. ——Su Weiwei's "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month"