What are the poems about New Year's Day?

First, "except sleeping on the stone hill"

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.

In this lonely hotel, there is only one solitary lamp to accompany the blind date. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am still wandering in Wan Li, and I can't go home. Looking back, nothing has been realized, which makes people feel sad and sad; Lonely, I only have a wry smile and bitterness. Sadness makes my face grow old, my temples turn gray, and I welcome the new year with a sigh.

Second, "the second rhyme Lu Yuanri"

Wang Ming Shouren

The sunset in the city will be different from the snow outside the city.

I also know what creation means. The most fundamental thing is that people are suffering.

The reflection on the balcony of Baifu, the cold sound of pine and bamboo in the Maozi.

The cloth is neither sad nor stiff, and there are as many elements as the morning light.

There is a sunset in the city and it snows outside the city, but after gathering for more than ten miles, the weather is so different. Do you know what the creator means? Has the suffering in people's hearts not been erased? Master Yu's balcony is reflected in the water, and the pine and bamboo in the hut flows into the chill. Don't worry about sleeping under the quilt. A little more patience will always wait until dawn.

Third, "New Year's Eve is a guest"

Mingyuankai

What is the occasion tonight? Foreign countries say hometown.

Look after other people's children and be old for the guests.

The army is restless and the mountain is slim.

A glass of pine and cypress wine is worth a thousand tears.

What kind of night is it tonight? I can only tell my hometown in a foreign land. Watching other people's children grow up day by day, your own life is getting older every year. The war has been going on for several years without stopping. The mountain is blocked, and the way home is slim. Drinking a glass of cypress wine on New Year's Eve to ward off evil spirits can't restrain the tears of homesickness.

Fourth, "except at night, give wine a small chapter."

Song Chen Shidao

At the end of the year, the guests in front of the lamp are not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

Short worry is white, bad face is red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I.

A year has passed, and the guests and career ideals under the lamp have not failed, but I have no reliance. I spent the first half of my life worrying, but my dream can't be realized in reality. Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and gaunt face turns red with alcohol. I sing, you dance, and we are poor and in roughly the same situation.

V. "New Year's Eve"

Don rachel?

If Mi Nian is not proud, what about Chinese 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.

I have been frustrated for many years. What will the New Year be like? Looking back on my friends, how many are still alive? I regard idleness as freedom and longevity as a time to make up for wasted time. Only spring scenery, regardless of the world, came to visit me when I was in seclusion.