The most beautiful new year poems

The most beautiful New Year poems bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and are safe all year round.

"Northern off-year", off-year, is usually the day to sweep the dust and offer sacrifices to the stove. On this day, people began to clean up, manage people, prepare new year's goods, stick grilles and so on.

Four songs in the new year

There were two or three firecrackers outside the window, and I was surprised that the Spring Festival had already begun.

Say goodbye to me in the radial mirror, I don't wander around arm in arm.

There are dreams floating in the East China Sea, and I see Xiaomei Red every year.

If I remember to report back, what can I do? You didn't mean it, I pity you.

Looking for white wine to accompany green tea, but knowing that there is a way in life.

I have three million poems. Who left me a flower?

Today the weather is fine, the city is full of lights and flowers.

Even though there is Cang Sang in the world, I stay at home in a dark place.

Sacrificing stoves and neighboring songs to disperse blessings

Song luyou

I am lucky enough to hang a car for my children and grandchildren. If you need to sacrifice to the kitchen, please be next door.

18 years old, the custom has been passed down for a long time, and the host and guest have a new look.

Sitting in the snow temple knows how to respect the elderly, and the earthen basin is not ashamed of poverty.

Let me ask you, under the eaves tonight, how is it like the original music club god?

Ci of offering sacrifices to stoves

Fan Song Chengda

On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month in the ancient Fuxi, the kitchen owner spoke to the sky.

Clouds, cars and horses linger, and there are cups and plates at home.

The pig's head is rotten and hot, the fish is fresh, and the bean paste is Gan Song powder bait.

When a man asks his daughter to avoid it, he drinks and burns money.

You can't smell the struggle of servants, and you are not angry about the horns of cats and dogs;

Send you drunk, and you will never return to the clouds.

Seek profit and return points.

Twenty-five nights of twelfth lunar month in Pingjiang

Songchenzao

The butcher sacrificed the kitchen stove yesterday, but it is common to wash beans tonight.

Burned wood is as bright as day when it meets water, and bamboo is chopped.

The old man recalled his childhood.

I'm just too old to be sad.

Two off-year songs

Ming Guang Lin

Jiazi invaded Wachun, and Yanjing was young.

Children enjoy the ritual stove, and the flute and drum are loud.

Look at willows on sunny days and enjoy kites in books.

This body is my own, and wealth is floating smoke.

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Liusongkezhuang

The door is as cold as ice, and the origin is ruined.

Who can learn to be stupid and burn incense at night?

"Three Poems with Vertical Pen" (Ⅱ)

Song sushi

North ship is less than the pearl, half a month drunk and unhappy.

Tomorrow, the host will be a sacrificial stove, and only a cockfighting wine can save us.

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Song Sun Wei

His face looks like Chu Ting Hok, and his moustache looks like a green turtle.

If you want to know Xiangfu's birthday, this is the time to offer sacrifices to the kitchen.