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Poems or famous sayings about New Year's Eve
On New Year's Eve, Tian Jia Yuan Ri (Tang) Meng Haoran fought in the north last night and started in the east today; I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money. Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is abundant. Selling dementia words (Tang) Fan Chengda is even more sleepless in the 30 th, and people are tired and depressed, forcing the New Year; Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia. In addition to the night (Tang), it is closely related, and it is a long night of acacia. Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again. In the Yuan (Song) year, Wang Anshi's firecrackers rang at the age of one, and send warm entered Tu Su in the spring breeze; Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. In the Yuan Dynasty, one year, the lotus leaked and the wine was frozen in Bijing Tu Su. Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring. Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves. Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun. In addition to the night (Southern Song Dynasty), Wen Tianxiang was dry and empty, and the years went to the hall; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow. Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten; There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night. New Year's greetings (tomorrow) Wen Zhiming doesn't want to meet, just a courtesy call. We are all over the famous newspapers. I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty. It's completely weathered, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious. Adding the New Year brings old mountains and rivers in spring. Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old; Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun. On New Year's Eve, I occasionally become a (clear) Huang Jingren. Thousands of people are smiling and slowly leaking, and hidden worries are hidden outside. People who stood quietly in the bridge didn't know it. They watched it for a long time, as if for a month. Fengcheng New Year's Speech (Qing Dynasty) Cha Qiao cut a win and tried Silla, painting lottery gold as a moth; Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20. On New Year's Day in Jiawu (Qing Dynasty), Kong's white hair was not full, and the old-age stove was abandoned. Cut the candles and dry the midnight wine, and spent all the money to buy 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. On the first day of New Year's Day, Liu Yazi was occupied, Dong laughed and celebrated the New Year, and Mrs. Hongyan sent plum blossoms; Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs. Only loyal to the country, there is no paradise at home; Song and dance accompany Beijing to welcome the festival and overlook Yan' an scenery. Watching the flower market in Linmai Street during the Spring Festival, but leaning on the arcade like a corridor; Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant. All night, the lights are bright and the songs are fascinating. It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful. There is also Yuanxiao Jiaxuan's poem "Jade Case, Thousands of Flowers in the East Wind Night". Blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. About the author: Xin Qiji (11May 28th, 40-120765438+1October 3rd) died at the age of 67, and was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.