Send a poem to the poor on the sixth day of Lunar New Year.

Ancient poems about "sending the poor on the sixth day": sending the poor (prolonging the year), sending the poor (thunder), sending the poor for one day, the first of three poems (harmony), sending the poor with poems by Ercao (Song Tanggeng) and reading Li Pingfu's Poems of Sending the Poor.

1, send to the poor (Songshi Yannian):

The world's greed for profit is uneven, and it is distributed to the poor and the bottom.

The poor man has never returned to me, and I am worried about poverty.

Vernacular translation:

The world's greed for interests is different, and what it gives is the sorrow and suffering of poverty.

The poor have nowhere to go. I'm not worried about poverty.

2. Send the Poor (Zhang Song Ray):

Drinking every year to worship the morning, new customs fight for poverty.

You don't have to send a poor man to Wen, but you must pray for money.

Vernacular translation:

Fill it with wine every year until this morning. People believe that sending the poor can ward off evil spirits.

But we don't need to send the poor ghost, but we should bless the god of wealth and make our fortune prosperous.

3. One of Three Poor Songs on a Bad Day (Tang Yao and);

On this day every year, Li Jiu goes to the streets to worship.

Thousands of families are watching, and no one does not send the poor.

Vernacular translation:

On this day every year, fill up with wine and go to the street to pray.

Thousands of families are watching, and there is no one who does not send the poor.

4. "Two Cao sent poor poems" (Song Tang Geng):

There are two floating clouds in the world, the rich and the poor, who live in Chen respectively.

It is possible to really go to the poor and measure yourself without making money.

It's not my intention to keep the willow cart. It's just your kiss to be a bamboo horse.

Fifty years ago, who would pay know life?

Vernacular translation:

There are clouds between the rich and the poor in society, and now Toby is in Chen.

Even if we can really get rid of poverty, we must not forget to bless the god of wealth.

When we leave, I don't want to be apart from you, but I just want you to be bosom friends with me.

I used to be young and confused, but now I'm 50 years old, and I don't know who will control my destiny.

5. Reading Li Pingfu's Poems of Sending Poor People (Qing Zhang Fu):

Poor people waste their labor and send them away, but reading is cold.

If you don't blossom with wealth, bamboo is safe.

I'm all thumbs when I'm old, and I'm happy when I'm idle.

Everything is for a smile, looking at big sea and the sky.

Vernacular translation:

The poor people bid farewell in vain, but the scholars benefited from it.

Although there is no wealth yet, at least we have peace.

Even when I am old, I am still willing to find my own fun and enjoy the breadth and beauty of life.

Laugh at all troubles and look forward to the boundless sea and sky.