The ancient poems with a good meaning of the New Year are as follows:
(1) Lin Guang's "Little New Year" of the Ming Dynasty Jiazi spring invaded La, and Yanjing had another small year. Children rejoice at the stove, and the flutes and drums are noisy. I look at the willows in the clear sky, and look up at the kite in the sky. I own this body, and wealth is just smoke. This poem is written about Xiaonian in the north. "Children happily worship the stove, and the flutes and drums are noisy" describes the bustle of the Little New Year. It can be seen that the local customs of celebrating the Little New Year include offering sacrifices to the stove, playing flutes and drums, etc. The last sentence "I own this body, wealth is just smoke" is the main theme of the roll call. Time flies, cherish the present, cherish your health, fame and fortune are fleeting.
(2) Wen Tianxiang's "Little New Year" When Yan Shuo meets the poor, people in the south of the Yangtze River worship the Little New Year. Live and enjoy life when you are old, and your life and death are fate. The crows are noisy in the snow on thousands of mountains, and they are flying thousands of miles into the sky. I had no idea when I went out, but I looked around at a loss. The first one is the Xiao Nian in the north of the Ming Dynasty, and this one is the Xiao Nian in the south of the Song Dynasty. Wen Tianxiang is a patriot. This poem does not describe the customs and lively scenes of the New Year. There is no trace of joy, but it is full of heaviness and depression.
Because Wen Tianxiang was captured and imprisoned in Yandi at this time, he knew that his time was short, but through "life and happiness at the age of the year, life and death are fate", the poet said that he would never give in and surrendered, with awe-inspiring righteousness, and clear aspirations with poems, he was truly a man of iron bones! On this young year again, I read the poems of patriotic patriots. Their unyielding iron bones and unyielding spirit have been passed down through the ages, which is amazing!
(3) A poem about a bowl of clear soup in Lu Mengzheng's "Poetry of Sacrifice to the Stove" of the Song Dynasty. The Stove King ascended to the sky today. If the Jade Emperor asks about human affairs, there is no money to write in troubled times. Lü Mengzheng once won the first prize in the examination and served as prime minister in the early Northern Song Dynasty. He was a fair official, knew people well and made good use of them, and was generous and upright. Song Taizong once commented: "Lü Mengzheng's righteousness is not as good as mine." This poem was written when Lü Mengzheng was not yet prosperous. It's clear as words, full of irony. At that time, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms were divided by warlords, wars were frequent, and the people were in dire straits.
At that time, troops were being used everywhere, and scholars had no place to use their weapons, and scholars had no place to stay. During the war and chaos, Lu Mengzheng, mother and son, depended on each other and lived in a cold kiln. It happened to be the New Year, and they didn't even have anything to offer sacrifices to the stove, only a bowl of water. Therefore, he wrote, "If the Jade Emperor asks about human affairs, articles in troubled times are worthless." But Will the Jade Emperor care about all the chaos in the world? It reveals the sadness and helplessness of a literati.