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What are the poems about the Spring Festival?
1, original: new Year only deepens my longing, adds to the lonely tears of an exile. To the old age is exiled to the people, the spring is hurried on ahead of me. Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me, Jiangliu * * * wind smoke. I have suffered like the imperial guardian, so when will the day be taken?

From: New Year's Work by Liu Changqing in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: With the coming of the New Year, I feel particularly homesick, and I can't help crying when I think of myself wandering outside. When I was old, I was relegated to a lower position than others, and even spring hurried ahead of me. In Lingnan, in the morning and evening, you can only keep company with apes, or you can share the wind and smoke with the willows on the riverside. I have met Jia Yi, who was demoted as a teacher in Changsha. I wonder how many years will it take before I can return home?

2, the original: Twilight Xiefang Hall, a gorgeous palace in the year. At the end of the year, winter and winter snow melt, the warm palace chambers seems to be blowing in the genial spring breeze. The great red candle was lit, and looked like a cluster of flowers. * * * Celebrate the new year and see you off all night.

Said by: Li Shimin, Tang Dynasty, Shou Sui.

Interpretation: The sunset in the evening shines obliquely on the magnificent palace, and the years make the palace more beautiful. At the end of the year, it was cold, the winter snow melted, and the warm spring breeze seemed to blow into the palace. Huge red candles are lit, which looks like clusters of flowers from a distance. The monarch and his subjects enjoyed feasting and drinking, enjoying a good night, welcoming the new year, resigning the old year and singing and dancing all night.

3, the original text: What do you care about at the end of the year, the guests in front of the lamp are not empty. In half a life of worry, there is nothing in a dream. Short hair and sorrow make you white, while bad face and wine make you red. I sing and dance, and I am just the same.

From: Song Dynasty Chen Shidao's "Giving Little Chapters to Wine Except Night"

Interpretation: A year will pass, and there is a guest in front of the lamp. I spent the first half of my life in worry, but what I dreamed of could not be realized in reality. Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and the haggard face turns red with alcohol. I sing and you dance, and we are down and out in roughly the same situation.

4. Original text: What is the evening today, and the hometown is said in other places. Look at people's children, and be old for guests. The military is restless, and the mountain is slim. A glass of cypress wine is worth a thousand tears.

From: Yuan Kai's New Year's Eve in the Guest in the Ming Dynasty

Interpretation: What kind of night is it tonight? I can only tell my hometown in a foreign land. Seeing other people's children grow up day by day, their own guest life grows year by year. The war has been going on for years, and there is no rest. The mountain is blocked, and the way home is slim. Drinking a cup of cypress wine to ward off evil spirits on New Year's Eve can't hold back the tears of homesickness.

5, the original text: Mi Nian is not proud, what about the new year? How many fellow travelers are there now? Take leisure as your own comfort, and you will waste your life. Spring scenery is ruthless, and I have seen it in seclusion.

From: Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "Yearning for the Night"

Interpretation: I have been frustrated for many years. What will the new year be like? Looking back on the friends who used to associate with each other, how many are still alive now? I regard idleness as freedom, and longevity as making up for the time wasted. Only the spring scenery, regardless of the world, came to visit me when I was in seclusion.