Modern poems for the new year, modern poems about the new year

Modern poems to welcome the new year 1: New Year's longing.

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.

Modern poems to welcome the new year II: Happy New Year.

The calendar gently turned a new page, oh, the new year with bright sunshine, quietly came to us, and we cheered with hearts.

gladly enjoy the pleasure of your soul;

In the new year, you have conceived for us.

How much anticipation, how much yearning, how much longing.

Throw away the worries of life and the burden in our hearts, we are ready to welcome the new year with the brightest smile;

All the pain, sorrow and helplessness, on this day, let it go with the wind, believe that tomorrow the sun will still be shining, and firmly believe that the ideal will still be with us.

Sing it, sing our hearts, our hopes;

Let's dance, dance out of our youth, our sunshine;

Happily forward, enthusiastic and unrestrained, embrace the future, and let go of dreams;

Let's go, let's go, new year, new expectations, let's join hands to embrace a better tomorrow.

Modern poems to welcome the new year 3: Celebrate the new year.

The New Year is here. The New Year is here.

The magpies dancing in the snow are noisy.

Plum branches are pretty.

Mountains laugh. Water laughs.

The flute is graceful and the singing is wonderful.

Smell the music and look at it.

Modern poems for the New Year IV: The New Year is coming.

New Year's dress up.

In the spring rain.

Fluttering. The grass was laid early.

Velvet green carpet.

Waiting for the footprints of embroidered shoes.

New Year's twist on the placket.

Naughty and frolicking all the way.

Light the lantern that waits.

There are also sacrificial candles on the incense table.

Immerse yourself in.

That swaying dusk.

A wind. Buries the flying flowers of memory.

Boom. Blowing for the New Year on the road.

The flute of happiness.

Accidentally woke up the sleeping air.

The young stamen with yellowish leaves opens its eyes.

Seeing the New Year, he blushed.

In the couplet on the gate.

Filled with hope and blessings.

Leaning over his shoulders and looking through the door.

I heard her mouth still yelling.

Hee-hee, I'm coming.

Early morning. Gaze at the horizon.

We have infinite attachment in our hearts.

A round of red sun.

Welcome to the bright red New Year.

The years go round and round.

But our true feelings have not changed.

Imagine life. A fresh start.

The New Year is a loving mother.

A sunny-like love for us.

The New Year is an ideal teacher.

Give us our warmest wishes.

Bask in the glow of the New Year.

Hard work on the sweetness of life.

Let's raise our glasses.

Let your heart soar.

Yesterday I was still in a dream with a crush, but today I was hit by a big firecracker, and I disappeared.

Someone shouted in the middle of the night, saying that there was something called 2018.

In the old days, the yellow calendar was nothing more than numbers, and God made accurate calculations.

The long years are exciting, make you forget the past yesterday, and make you usher in the New Year.

Everyone knows that the year is a new compilation of stories.

It's a cliché.

Trance is the beginning of the first day, sweeping away the old memories of yesterday, ushering in the renewal of Vientiane, the new year of renewal.

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?