The famous poems on the second day of the Lunar New Year are as follows:
Xijiang Moon? The first day of the Lunar New Year. The hometown is full of the flavor of the new year, and the new year is faintly fragrant. Bring tea blessings back to your hometown and watch the lion dance and fireworks together. Rediscover childhood stories and read growth articles again. The sweet, sour, bitter and spicy are allowed to flow in the wind, and the poems are flowing freely while cooking tea. Qilu? Go back to your parents’ home. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, you will go back to your parents’ home and enjoy the spring breeze and flowers all the way.
The colorful morning light welcomes smiling faces, and the track and field fields are bathed in morning glow. Observe the filial piety before and remember the friendship, visit relatives and remember the Zima. Virtue has been passed down for thousands of generations and has been repaid to China for a long time. Qilu? The third day of the first lunar month. The third day of the first lunar month is a day of bare mouth. No greetings or wine are given. Everyone, don't do anything to meditate, so as not to violate the heavenly taboo and rush to the dog. Although it is a folk saying, the allusion has been followed for thousands of years.
If you feel helpless and sad, I advise you to have a tea party with Taoist friends. Five Laws: The sixth day of the lunar month drives away poor ghosts. The sixth day of the new year means sending away the poor. Hanging paper to prevent ghosts from escaping, farming and weaving to hope for a good year. Pray for God's blessings, may your family be prosperous, may your family be prosperous, and may China be prosperous. Qilu? Feeling nostalgic on the seventh day of the lunar month. The years have passed and the music and songs have gradually disappeared, and the seven days have passed by without leaving a trace. I often miss the carefree dancing in the village, and I also envy the people who are at ease in the fields.
The jade willows still look for the purple road, and the spring breeze still laughs at the world of mortals. This happens every year, so don't worry about it. Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west. At the foot of the mountain, orchid buds dip into the stream, and the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud. Xiaoxiaomuyuzigui cries. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.