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What are the new year's Day poems? Appreciation of beautiful ancient poems on New Year's Day

2019 is coming. New Year's Day is the first day of the Gregorian new year and the new year of the Gregorian calendar. Although it is less valued than the lunar new year, there will still be a series of activities to celebrate the arrival of the Gregorian new year in China. As one of the four ancient civilizations, China has a long history and culture. There are many ways to celebrate New Year's day, among which writing poetry for new year's Day is also a way. Many literati and poets in history wrote a series of poems on New Year's day. Today, Xiaobian sorted out the poems about new year's day for you. Let's go and have a look. I hope you like it.

First day -- (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi

With the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze warms Tu su.

Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.

Tianjia New Year's Day - (Tang) Meng Haoran

Last night, we went back to the north, and now we start to the East;

I have been a strong official in my years, and I still worry about agriculture without salary.

Sang Ye cultivates his father and hoes with the shepherd boy;

The Tian family accounts for the climate and says it's a good year.

Yuan RI (Yulou spring) - (song) Mao Pang

A year dripping lotus, Bijing Tu Su Shen frozen wine.

Xiao Han is chilly and deceptive. Spring is slim and comes to the willow first.

The beauty advised thousands of longevity, cypress leaves, pepper flowers, fencui sleeves.

I don't know much in the depths of my drunken hometown, but I'm old with Dongjun.

Jiawu New Year's day -- Kong Shangren (Qing Dynasty)

Rusty white hair is not full and bumpy, and the old man's stove has abandoned his sleep.

Cut candles to dry the night wine and spend all your money to buy spring money.

Listen to the childlike innocence of firecracker burning and see the old Xing Pian of changing Taofu.

New year's day test pen (option 1) - (Ming) Chen Xianzhang

When the clouds and clouds in the sky celebrate the meeting, the temple and Mo compete for the grass and grass.

Spin around the wall to play entertaining wine, and children sing happy poems.

Old age meets new years, and spring brings better flowers and branches.

Where is the evening wind? When the river building flute blows to the Dongming moon.

Ding Mao's first day -- (Qing Dynasty) Qian Qianyi

A bottle of old wine worships the court, and the child comforts the screen with his clothes.

My mother is still happy to eat meat, and Zhan Nian likes dream dimensional fish more.

The hook curtain wants to connect the new nest Yan, and the polyester inkstone also sparse the old books.

After rotating the adjacent chicken and millet Bureau, there was no dust to Wulu.

New year's work -- Liu Changqing

The heart of the village is cut in the new year, and the Bank of the sky is crying alone.

Old enough to live under people, spring comes first.

The apes in the mountains and the willows in the rivers share the wind and smoke.

It has been like Changsha Fu for several years from now.

Sui Dan -- song Boren

There is no greeting guest in the middle, and getting up early is only as usual.

The peach version changes with people, and the plum blossom is fragrant every other year.

The spring breeze laughs back, and the clouds are full of clouds.

Cypress wine is hard to persuade. The heart is calm and the life is long.

Du Fu's poem "Shou Sui":

Stay at the age of arjung's house. The pepper plate has praised the flowers.

A hairpin, a horse, a torch, and a crow.

Forty years later, the Ming Dynasty passed, soaring and the twilight scene slanted.

Who can be more restrained? Drunkenness is a career.

Jade Case New Year's Eve Song & middot; Xin Qiji

Flowers and trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blowing down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars all over the road. The sound of the Phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden thread. The laughter is full of fragrance. But in the crowd once and again, I look for her in vain. Suddenly I turn my back, she gleams in sparse and obscure lights.