Who knows the verses about the Spring Festival, the verses about the Spring Festival

Yuan Ri 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.

Keep the year. Song Dynasty: Su Shi Author's introduction. Translate. Concentrate.

If you want to know that you are dying, it is like going to a snake.

Half of the scales are gone, so I don't care who can cover them.

If you want to tie it to the end, although you know what to do.

The children do not sleep, and they keep vigil and rejoice in each other's nights.

Don't sing in the morning, but even more fearful.

Sit for a long time and see the Beidou oblique.

There will be no year next year, and I am afraid that my heart will be ruined.

Try your best tonight, the young man can still boast. Collapse.

The ancient poems about the Spring Festival are as follows:

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

2. Don't ask for a meeting, but a tomath, and the famous paper is full of books. I also threw a few papers with others, and the world is not too simple. - New Year's greetings" Wen Zhengming.

3. At the beginning of the fourth watch of the north wind blowing snow, Jiarui Tianjiao and the year are divided. Half of Tu Su was still not raised, and the small song in front of the lamp teased and wrote the peach charm. - Except for the Night Snow" land tour.

Ancient poems - Spring Festival.

4. The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turns sad. The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty. - Except for the Night" Gao Shi.

5. The nostalgia of the new year is cut, and the sky is lonely. 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. ——New Year's work" Liu Changqing.

6. Last night I went back to the north, and now I am in the east. I am already a strong man, and I am still worried about farming. The mulberry field ploughed his father, and the lotus hoe followed the shepherd boy. The Tian family occupies the qi and waits, saying that this year is abundant. - Tian Jia Yuan Ri" Meng Haoran.

7. The universe is empty, and the years go to the hall; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost. Life is exhausted with the years, and the body is forgotten with the world; There is no resurrection of Su Meng, and the night is not young. - Except for the Night" Wen Tianxiang.

Ancient poems. 8. Passing the three bus roads, detaining thousands of miles of body. Troubled mountains and snowy nights, lonely candles and strangers. gradually distanced from flesh and blood, and turned to servants. That can be drifting, tomorrow is new. - Except for the night - Bashan Road in the New Year's Eve book - except for the night has a Huai" Cui Tu.

9. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. - "Thinking of Returning Every Day" Xue Daoheng.

10, twilight view of the slanting palace, the year of the gorgeous Qi Palace. The cold leaves the winter snow, and the warmth brings in the spring breeze. Step-Fu Shumeisu, Panhua roll candle stall Yingzhou red. Celebrate the new year and welcome and send off all night. - Keeping the Year" Li Shimin.

11. A year drips out of the lotus drain. Bijing crispy and frozen wine. Xiaohan is still deceiving, and the spring is slender and comes to the willow first.

The beauty re-advises a thousand to live a long life. Cypress leaf pepper flower fencui sleeve. I don't know each other well in the depths of the drunken country, and I only have the same old relationship with Dongjun.

Yulou Chunji Mao New Year's Day" Mao Peng.

The verses about the Spring Festival are as follows:

1. The jade rabbit will come to the door, and blessings are everywhere. Firecrackers laugh every day, and happy events are heard in the morning. —Lulis, "Happy New Year."

2. Sick eyes sleep less than the old age, and the old heart is full of spring. After the fire was over, there were sixty people. - Bai Juyi's "Except the Night".

3. If you want to know that you are dying, it is like going to a snake. Half of the scales are gone, so I don't care who can cover them. If you want to tie it to the end, although you know what to do.

The children do not sleep, and they keep vigil and rejoice in each other's nights. Don't sing in the morning, but even more fearful. Sit for a long time and see the Beidou oblique.

There will be no year next year, and I am afraid that my heart will be ruined. Try your best tonight, the young man can still boast. - Su Shi's "Keeping the Year".

4. At the beginning of the reincarnation of life, it should be cherished as the first month of the year. If you want to keep your claws, you can start a new chapter in your diary every year! ——Treading Snow Feihong's "New Year's Title Page Poem".

5. A year to drip out of the lotus drain. Bijing crispy and frozen wine. ——Mao Peng's "Jade Mansion Spring, Ji Mao New Year's First Day".

6. Send cold and warm willow tips to know, and the wind blows intentionally from the east. Millions of people celebrate the New Year, and a few families have new poems. - Fang Hui "Bingshen Yuan Day".

7. A year of dripping lotus drainage, Bijing Tusu frozen wine. Xiaohan is still deceiving, and the spring is slender and comes to the willow first. The beauty re-advises thousands of longevity, cypress leaves and pepper flowers are fragrant and cui sleeves. I don't know each other well in the depths of the drunken country, and I only have the same old relationship with Dongjun. ——Mao Peng's "Yuan Ri Yulou Spring".

8, what happened to Jin Ou withered, this responsibility should be forgiven. Looking at the Central Plains in the distance, a column of wild currents is in Yan'an. The ground is full of devastation and I can't bear to look at it, and there is more joy in cultivating and weaving on three sides. Hard work can rejuvenate the country, and Sima Teng is afraid of the enemy. - Qian Laisu's "New Year's Feelings".