The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

A year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. ——Dai Shulun's "Stone Station on a Big Night"

I miss my hometown tonight, and I feel another year of frost on my temples. ——Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"

Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. ——Xue Daoheng, "Every Day I Think of Returning"

Half of the lamp has yet to be lifted up, and peach charms are written on the grass in front of the lamp.

——Lu You's "Heavy Snow"