Old poetry.

Spring Festival is the most important traditional festival in China, and ancient scholars have left many poems about it. The following are ancient poems about the New Year. Welcome to reading.

Yuan? sun

[Song] Wang Anshi

Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,

The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of families are dying,

Always trade new peaches for old ones.

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In the firecrackers on New Year's Eve, the old year passed.

Spring breeze brings warmth. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people drink Tu Su wine.

Thousands of families are illuminated by the sun.

Everyone happily took off the old peach charms and put on new ones.

Note: This poem is included in 99 ancient poems selected by Uncle Kai for children.

Except? night

[Song] Wen Tianxiang

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

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Although the mountains and rivers are vast, time has passed. Unfortunately, I failed in my cause of resisting Mongolian aggression and defending the motherland. Unfortunately, I was captured and sent to Yanjing (now Beijing) to live a prisoner's life. The battle experienced many storms, and the prisoners suffered frost and snow. Life will disappear with the end of the year, but I am determined to be a martyr. I have forgotten everything in the world and no longer want to stay. On New Year's Eve, I was alone in the prison, accompanied by a solitary lamp, and even the dream of drinking Tu Su wine stopped.

Tianjiayuan Day

meng haoran

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.

I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

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Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east. This morning, the new year began again.

I am forty years old. Although there is no official position, I am still worried about farming.

Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds.

Farmers speculate on this year's harvest, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.

Sheng cha zi yuan Xi

[Song] Ouyang Xiu

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

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On the fifteenth night of the first month of last year, the streets were as busy as during the day.

The moon rises in the willow branches, and you and I meet after dusk.

This year is the Lantern Festival, and the moonlight remains the same.

Unfortunately, without you, tears wet my sleeve.