What are the ancient poems about New Year's Day?

Qian Qian B.

A bottle of wine at the age of one pays homage to the court, and young children bring clothes to comfort the screen.

I like to eat meat when I wait on my mother, but I prefer to dream about fish in 2008.

The fishing curtain wants to welcome the new nest swallow, and the inkstone is also sparse in writing books.

I came to the chicken and millet bureau next door, which has nothing to do with me.

Poetic: I was drinking a New Year's wine in the courtyard, and my young son led me through the street corner to comfort my seclusion. Waiting on the mother can also be gratifying to have meat for dinner; What is more joyful in divination years is to see fish in dreams. The curtain of fishing source is about to welcome new swallows to nest, so Xiyan Lake put it aside and was too lazy to write a book. I had a free time with my neighbors, and nothing annoying came to my house.

There are also many poems about New Year's Day. These are just three of them, two of which are by Xin Qiji and one by Ouyang Anxiu.

Poems about New Year's Day

1, "Spring Banquet on the Day of the Death of Shen Yuan"-Bai

Whoever wins the prize on the pepper tray will bloom and strive for the spring breeze. The past is unbearable. Hate the Spring Festival for flowers. Ask questions first when spring comes. Hate late, drive late. The news of this year's flowering period has been decided. Just worry about the wind and rain.

2. Yuan Xi- Xin Qiji's Jade Case

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. The BMW car is full of fragrance, the phoenix knows the flute, the jade pot turns and the fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. way

3, "Life Tester Yuan Xi"-Ouyang Xiu

Last January night, the lights of the flower market returned to the sky. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.