Modern poems about the New Year, modern poems about the New Year

Spring flowers are blooming.

Under the fiery red sun.

Listen, it's the chirping of a hundred birds.

They knocked in surprise.

The first gate of spring.

White clouds come with warm thoughts.

Greetings long gone.

And brought us New Year's blessings.

Those heavy laughter.

Like the hands of the father and the mother, the labor and the harvest are written.

A glass of spirits is full of drunken nostalgia.

Drunk me on a windy morning.

A wandering wanderer.

I couldn't help but hurry up to go home.

The girl I love.

It's been a long time since we've met.

It's like a slightly trembling cobweb.

Silently grew into a cocoon.

While the spring breeze is still early, I want to hurry up.

Ask your beloved girl.

Love will bloom in this spring.

2. The clear wind is blowing from afar.

There is the scent of a girl.

With the whisper of a wild lily.

Bloom in an instant.

Youthfully, the arms of lovers.

Gently wrap around and embrace you.

Pluck the strings of spring.

The distance of the seasons is so strong that it is impossible to resist.

Just as the earth is pregnant with hope.

I saw the folks, on New Year's Day.

Talking about the harvest of the past.

Count the three hundred and sixty-five days and solar terms.

Speaking of spring, a fire bloomed in everyone's eyes again.

At that time, corn hung in bunches under the eaves.

Huang Chengcheng's joy.

Floating all over the home, people look at the heart.

Feel excited and grounded.

So I remembered inexplicably.

One day when it snowed many years ago.

A family photo taken by relatives at home.

3. Touched the first drop of dew.

It's colorful.

The snow and ice melt in the north.

The trees in the south spit green.

In the sound of ticking cars.

Along the way, it was a spring wedding.

The happiness that is destined to arrive in life.

You're going to wake up in **.

Listen to the singing of holiness.

Everything that's beautiful in front of you.

Something you can easily touch.

Like poetry and water, it was love at first sight.

And then sweetly pregnant in the spring.

But I still think of the village.

A village sitting on a field.

Fly in the direction of the river.

It's the breeze that keeps blowing.

It made me look around.

The little sister who has just grown up.

She was standing at the intersection of her home to greet her.

In the pose of a spring flower.

This blessed poem is dedicated to you.

New Year's Night (modern poem).

Dinghai New Year: Three o'clock in the morning.

The neon of the city is getting tired.

Let Me Come Back Show on the street on the outskirts of the village.

No more strolling, the street lights are dim.

Unpretentious low walls, stowed stalls.

Look up at the white moon.

The heart suddenly added the temperature of sobriety.

Socializing and socializing create a ridiculous world.

Who dares to call it lonely.

A shadow is slow.

It's not as good as my waddling.

Tall and tall, legs shaking.

Step forward and catch it.

A bunch of human gazes.

Projecting the agony.

Sighing and crying, accompanied by a rich perfume, a moment of confusion.

Trembling girl.

Whether you have just broken free from the vortex of red lights.

Who made it difficult for you.

Christmas angels should never fly too far.

Forget the blessing and forget the biography.

How can we forget the twists and turns in the world.

Regardless of bitterness, it is not.

It turned out to be a dark night ...... New Year's Day

There are still remnants in the grass.

The crouching position of a unicorn.

Evening. The temperature of the blood is too low.

You can't help but look back over and over again.

The glittering light and heat in the distance.

An arrogant and unreasonable New Year.

Suddenly intrude into your time.

The heartbeat beats the decisive beat.

However, there is always something.

Nothing to do with it. Bright red lanterns hung in the sky.

Noisy joy triumphant.

All the ** exploded in an instant.

Only you. Fall asleep.

There are still remnants of the grass in the dream.

The crouching position of a unicorn.

Just now. Just now.

The moment when the New Year's bell rings.

It snapped hard.

All the past and memories.

Modern poems about the New Year are as follows

1. Spring Thoughts. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches. When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines. The spring breeze doesn't know each other, what is going on.

Translation: The grass in Yandi is as green as bisi, and the mulberry trees in Qindi are green and green. When you miss the day when you return home, you have long missed you and are sad. The spring breeze, you don't know me, why do you blow into the tent to stir me up?

2. Yuan Ri. Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

Translation: In the roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze blew the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tusu wine. The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they are busy removing the old peach charm and replacing it with a new one.

3, magpie stepping on the branch, who is idle and throwing for a long time.

Five generations: Feng Yansi.

Who is idle for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I am often sick with wine before spending every day, and I dare to resign from the mirror. The willows on the riverside green embankment, in order to ask new sorrows, what is there every year? The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

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Who says leisure has been forgotten for too long? Every time the new year comes, my melancholy mood is the same as before. In order to eliminate this kind of leisure, I drank hard every day in front of flowers, let myself get drunk, and did not hesitate to lose weight, and my face had changed in front of the mirror. The grass is lush on the riverside.

The banks of the river are shaded by willow trees. Seeing such a beautiful scenery, I thought to myself sadly, why do I have new sorrows every year? I was standing alone at the head of the small bridge, the breeze blowing my sleeves. Only the distant rows of trees shadowed me in the dim moonlight.

4. Except for overnight stay at the stone station.

Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun.

Who asks each other in the hotel, the cold lamp is unique and reputable. The year will come to an end, and thousands of miles will not return. Sadly past, smiling at this body. Sadness and decay, tomorrow is spring.

Translation: Who came to visit in this lonely inn, only a lonely lamp to accompany people. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I'm still thousands of miles away and I haven't been able to turn home.

Looking back, nothing has been accomplished, which makes people feel sad and sad; Lonely me, I only have a bitter smile and bitterness. Sorrow has made my face age, my gray hair crawls all over my temples, and I usher in a new year in a sigh.

5. New Year's work.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing.

The new year of nostalgia is cut, and the sky is alone. The old is under the people, and the spring returns to the guest first. The mountain ape is the same as the twilight, and the river and willow are in the wind and smoke. It has been like Changsha Fu, and it has been a few years since then.

Translation: The New Year is approaching, and the homesickness is even more keen, and the independent world can't help but cry. When I was relegated to others in my old age, I was hurried ahead of me in the spring.

The apes in the mountains and I spent the dawn together, and the willows by the river shared my sorrows. I'm already in the same situation as the eldest lady, so when will I have to take a break like this?

Hello, I'm glad to answer for you, and I'm sorting out the answer for you Modern poems about the New Year Part 1: New Year's Vision.

Happy New Year's Day. I want to be in the silent night sky.

Light a firework.

Let your dreams shine like fireworks.

Blooming in the far-reaching horizon.

I was fascinated by the beauty of fireworks.

I also want to put hope.

Wrapped in abundant seeds.

Then plant 10,000 acres in the spring.

Let hope follow the seeds of spring.

Break the ground, sprout.

The result is a brilliant patch.

I revel in the beauty of spring.

I hope mine can help you.