Poems that are happy about the New Year, describing the mood of the New Year

See the flower market during the Spring Festival, Lin Boqu

Mai Street meets to see the flower market, but leans on the arcade like a gallery.

Bunched potted plants form a queue, and the grass and woody buckets are fragrant.

The lights were full of people all night, and the singing was ecstatic.

It is this year's beautiful scenery and the spring of thousands of purples.

Yuan Ri (Song) 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.

1. When the New Year's bell rings, the sound of firecrackers sends the extraordinary and ushers in the new. Everything is new, the cannon paper is new, the smoke is new, the lights are new, bathed in the first ray of sunshine of the new year, people's mood is not new?

2. I like the New Year, I miss my relatives for a year, I prefer to gather and play with my friends, let us laugh and add a strong festive atmosphere to the New Year, the New Year is really good!

3. Spring Festival New Year's pictures are also very common, and the simple and clumsy New Year's pictures have added a lot of prosperous and joyful festive atmosphere to thousands of households. New Year's pictures are an ancient folk art in our country, reflecting the simple customs and beliefs of the people, and also satisfying people's good wishes to celebrate and pray for the New Year.

4. On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of households overflowed with laughter, the streets and alleys sounded the sound of "crackling **", and colorful fireworks rose in the sky from time to time. The night sky is like a huge TV screen, and it is a wonderful program to celebrate the New Year in thousands of homes, which is really "celebrating the festival with brilliant lights, and welcoming the New Year with laughter"!

5. Today's street makes people feel warm; In the past, except for the orange street lamps, every boat owner was painted with a layer of black paint, but today's boat owners are bright, and the street is brightly lit from the street to the end of the street; In the past, we have already slept sweetly, but today we are waiting for the arrival of the New Year in various ways.

6. Hope, hope, the Spring Festival is finally coming, and with the ringing of the clock, we have ushered in a beautiful traditional festival - the Spring Festival. I shouted excitedly, "It's the New Year!"

It's the New Year! "Ahh What a wonderful New Year!

I ran back and forth from home excitedly, unable to contain my joy.

7. We actually live for the Spring Festival, which is our life ceremony. In this life, you have to wear good clothes once, eat delicious food once, squander without any pain, laugh without scruples, and live a good life.

1. Happy New Year, fireworks for nine days. The golden dragon Teng Yuyu, six out of the good field. The ancient poet is "New Year" by Jiangnan Liuying

2. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. The ancient poet is: Xue Daoheng's "People Thinking of Returning".

3. The warbler cries the swallow to report the New Year, and there are thousands of Longdui Road in Mayi. The ancient poet is: Huangfu Ran's "Spring Thoughts".

4. Children do not sleep, and they keep vigil and cheer. The ancient poet is: Su Shi "Keeping the Year".

5, what happened to Jin Ou withered, this responsibility for the old Song should be Tu dare to be lenient. 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. The ancient poet is: Qian Laisu "New Year's Feelings".

6. Who asks the hotel? The cold light is unique. 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. The ancient poet is: Dai Shulun's "Except for the Night Stay at the Stone Station".

7. In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. The ancient poet is: Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri".

8. When the snake and dragon dance in the sky retreat, the spring sprouts and wakes up. Mei Lingqunfang broke through the winter at the beginning, and the wind sent cold and warm gradually stabilized. The cypress smoke is approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, and the city is noisy and busy guarding the police. The neighbors have been waiting for a housewarming for a long time, and they are full of relatives and friends. The ancient poet was: looking down on "Another New Year".

9. A bottle of wine is removed from the court, and the child is comforted by clothes. The ancient poet is: Qian Qianyi's "Ding Mao Yuan Ri".

10. The beginning of spring and Chinese New Year's Eve, and for one day, this matter is a breakthrough. The ancient poets are: Guo Yingxiang "Queqiao Immortal (Bingyin Chinese New Year's Eve Lichun, bone. 》

1. Happy New Year, fireworks for nine days. The golden dragon Teng Yuyu, six out of the good field. The ancient poet is: Jiangnan Liuying's "New Year".

2. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. The ancient poet is: Xue Daoheng's "People Thinking of Returning".

3. The warbler cries the swallow to report the New Year, and there are thousands of Longdui Road in Mayi. The ancient poet is: Huangfu Ran's "Spring Thoughts".

4. Children don't sleep, and they keep vigil and cheer all night. The ancient poet is: Su Shi "Keeping the Year".

5. 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. The ancient poet is: Qian Laisu "New Year's Feelings".

6. Who asks the hotel? The cold light is unique. 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. The ancient poet is: Dai Shulun's "Except for the Night Stay at the Stone Station".

7. In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. The ancient poet is: Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri".

8. When the snake and dragon dance in the sky retreat, the spring sprouts and wakes up. Mei Lingqunfang broke through the winter at the beginning, and the wind sent cold and warm gradually stabilized. The cypress smoke is approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, and the city is noisy and busy guarding the police. The neighbors have been waiting for a housewarming for a long time, and they are full of relatives and friends. The ancient poet was: looking down on "Another New Year".

9. A bottle of wine is removed from the court, and the child is comforted by clothes. The ancient poet is: Qian Qianyi's "Ding Mao Yuan Ri".

10. The beginning of spring and Chinese New Year's Eve, and for one day, this matter is a breakthrough. The ancient poets are: Guo Yingxiang "Queqiao Immortal (Bingyin Chinese New Year's Eve Lichun, bone. 》

Buy rice, cut meat, and make wine.

Clean the house and sweep the floor and wipe the table.

The big volt bent red couplet sticks to the blind mountain on the door, and the New Year is about to be very grinding.

1, "Yuan Ri".

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

2, "New Year's Song of Fanshe".

The sound of gold and drums is deep, and the New Year is celebrated in October. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle to sacrifice to the ancestors, there are few feasts for gluttony.

Wrap the head and insert feathers to wear clothes, and the red velvet beard hangs down the shoulders. Or mention the rattan cage or the xia basket, paste the mussel salmon and the fishy flesh.

Holding a scoop ring and sitting and drinking, it is like a long whale sucking a hundred rivers. Drunk and walked with his arms folded, singing and dancing and hesitating.

The flute on the nose blows the flute without holes, and the piano in the mouth is not tuned. The neighbor cat stepped on the swift step, and the arc of the saddle was pulled out to be the first.

The waist is Zheng Zheng Sa, and a thousand voices boil out of the sky. Dulu learns to worship, hey