Song Wang Anshi

The roar of firecrackers, the old one year has passed; The warm spring breeze came to the new year, and people drank happily the newly brewed tu su wine.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

Yuanri

Don Li Shimin

The high terrace reflects the spring scenery, the deep pavilion is bathed in the morning sun.

The red palace walls are flying colors decorated flags, the jade bead curtain hit the Yu Pei of the ladies.

I followed the ancient rulers, with courtesy and control of the country, and finally made all sides stable and healthier.

His majesty, arrayed in the dense, echoed Sizhu music in the corridor.

The magnificent and genial wind is on the earth, the emperor of hong sing Comsenz yuntu.

Will inherit the cause of Zhou wenwang, follow his precedent, and learn from the ancient emperors' experience of success and failure to govern the country.

Spring is coming, the grass is as before bathing in the spring breeze, the plum blossom also like in previous years, Rui bloom.

I want to cross the great river to the other shore, but finally to ferry boat to cross the past.

Except for the night

Tang Bai Juyi

Sick eyes, less sleep, not keeping the old age, old hearts and feelings, and spring.

After the fire pin lights are all dawn, there will be sixty people with flat heads.

New Year's Eve

Don Luo Yin

The official calendar is about to end, and the village mash is strong and self-dumping.

I am tired of cold and warm, and I am afraid of the old and cherish the disabled.

The years have passed, and Kourong is still not flat.

Children don't know anything, and songs wait until dawn.

Except for the night

Tang shangyan

Nine winters and thirty nights, cold and warm are separated.

After sitting in the fourth watch, I was one year old.

Fish lamps prolong fire, animals carbonize spring ash.

Qing Di should be old now and welcome the new several times.

New year's thoughts

Qianlaisu

What happened to Jin Ou? This responsibility should be lenient.

Looking into the distance, the Central Plains is in a hurry, and a pillar of madness is in Yan 'an.

I can't bear to see the scars on the ground, and I have more joy in farming and weaving on three sides.

Hard work and no escape can prosper *, and Shi Marteng is afraid of the enemy.

In addition to staying overnight at the stone post

Don Dai Shulun

In this lonely hotel, who came to visit condolences, only a lonely lonely light lonely blind date.

Tonight is the last night of the year, and I was wandering away from home in ten thousand miles.

Looking back on the past, it is a matter of nothing, sad sad; Lonely I only have a wry smile and acid.

Sorrow makes my face grow old, white hair is full of hair, in a sigh, and ushered in a new year.