Era: Yuan Author: Wang Coronation

Trying to write a spring post to mark the New Year, the misty green clouds rise from the ink stone.

Spanning the scroll, I don't know that the mountains are paintings, and raising my head, I am happy that the house is like a boat.

There are countless plum blossoms that bloom after the snow, and the willows are sleepy in front of the wind.

When I look down on the river, I feel so sorry for you that I can't stop drinking.

Two Songs to Stop the Rain on New Year's Day

Era: Song Author: Xie Fangde

The year of Hongjun began with a turn of the year, and the trees and grasses also liked it.

And I will be able to see my old clothes again next year at this time of the year.

Six Poems on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day with Shen Highway

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Shisheng

Ji Wei New Year's Eve, the year-end celebration of the whole family **** cheerfully, and tomorrow we meet each other again to ask for the New Year.

Golden scissors are still decorated with color at night, and the cloth coverlet is warm in spring.

Children will be rewarded for their poems, and stores will ask for money to drink with their lanterns.

This is the first time I've sent a message to a high sleeper in a closed room, and I'm sure he will be cured.

On New Year's Day in Gengshen, it was said that the eastern suburbs were new, and that half of the winter in the city of Jiangcheng was already in the spring.

Banner and team competition through the city, pink and white fragrance want to dye people.

The sun is warming up and the apple leaves are dancing, and the smoke is hiding the birds and the willows.

It is known that Mr. Xuanyan is sitting there, and his yellow waterproof silk is wrapped around his body.

On New Year's Day in Xinyou, ten feet of dust from the horse's head in Chang'an was once a hidden citizen of the vermilion gate.

The years have changed and there is no tongue, and the style is fading if the lips are dead.

They are still far away from the festival, but they have to be in the spring of the year.

It is a good idea to remember the time when you were a passenger in the car, but now you are a whitehead.

The two songs of New Year's Eve in Xinyou, the drums in the rain are not heard, and the east is not yet clear when I look at it.

This night is known to be the longest night on the road to Yang, and it is hard to see the leveling of the steps in the years to come.

It is a great pleasure to meet you, and I would like to send my children out on a trip.

Jackals and tigers are worried about the road, the southeast everywhere urgent recruitment.