What ancient poems describe the Spring Festival?

Wang Song Anshi

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank 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.

first day of the lunar month

Don Li Shimin

The high platform reflects the spring scenery, and the deep pavilion bathes in the morning sun.

Colorful flags are flying on the red palace wall, and the jade bead curtain hits the ladies' Yu Pei.

I followed the ancient rulers, ruled the country with courtesy, and finally made all parties stable and healthier.

Your majesty, the dense music of silk and bamboo that reverberates in the corridor.

The majestic and warm wind blew on the earth, and the emperor sang Conson's Cloud Map.

Will inherit Zhou Wenwang's career, follow his precedent, and govern the country from the success and failure experience of ancient emperors.

Spring has come, the grass is bathed in the grass as before, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom as in previous years.

I want to cross the big river to the other side, but in the end I have to cross it by ferry.

Except at night.

Tang Bai Juyi

My eyes are sick, I don't sleep much, I don't care for my old age, my heart is old and my heart is moving, and spring is suddenly leaking.

When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads.

New Year's Eve

Tangluoyin

The official calendar is coming to an end, and the village mash is strong and self-unloading.

Hate cold and warmth, fear the old and cherish the disabled.

As time goes by, KouRong is still uneven.

Children don't know anything, singing until dawn.

Except at night.

Don

Nine winters and thirty nights, cold and warm.

By the time I got to the fourth watch, I was already one year old.

Fish lights delay fire, animals carbonize spring ash.

Di Qing should be old by now, welcome new times.

New year's thoughts

Qianlaisu

What happened to the golden gull? This responsibility should be lenient.

Looking at the central plains in a hurry, a column is crazy in Yan' an.

I can't bear to see the scars on the ground. How happy I am to plow and weave on three sides.

Only by hard work can we rejuvenate the country, and history fears the enemy.

In addition to spending the night at the stone post

Don Dai Shulun

In this lonely hotel, there is only one lonely blind date who comes to offer condolences.

Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away.

Looking back on the past, it is an insignificant thing, sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and acid.

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