Tang Meng Hao ran

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.

I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east, and this morning, the new year began. I am forty years old this year. Although I have no official position, I still care about the people. Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on the natural climate this year, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.

Second, "the second rhyme Lu Yuanri"

Wang Ming Shouren

The sunset in the city will be different from the snow outside the city.

I also know what creation means. The most fundamental thing is that people are suffering.

The reflection on the balcony of Baifu, the cold sound of pine and bamboo in the Maozi.

The cloth is neither sad nor stiff, and there are as many elements as the morning light.

There is a sunset in the city and it snows outside the city, but after gathering for more than ten miles, the weather is so different. Do you know what the creator means? Has the suffering in people's hearts not been erased? Master Yu's balcony is reflected in the water, and the pine and bamboo in the hut flows into the chill. Don't worry about sleeping under the quilt. A little more patience will always wait until dawn.

Third, "except at night, give wine a small chapter."

Song Chen Shidao?

At the end of the year, the guests in front of the lamp are not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

Short worry is white, bad face is red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I.

A year has passed, and the guests and career ideals under the lamp have not failed, but I have no reliance. I spent the first half of my life worrying, but my dream can't be realized in reality. Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and gaunt face turns red with alcohol. I sing, you dance, and we are poor and in roughly the same situation.

Fourth, "Zhu Yingtai is close to beginning of spring"

Wu Song Wenying

Love, cutting green, flowers and letters. When the sun goes down, the east wind won't let old China go. Someone added candles to the west window, stayed up all night and invaded the morning glow, laughing and welcoming the new year.

Old Ji Zun jade fiber once crushed yellow oranges, and the soft fragrance is a secret element. The lake in my dream is still lost in the mirror. Poor Wu Shuang, cold and inexhaustible, relatively, rainy.

Cutting a red flower carries the meaning of spring. Exquisite flowers and leaves, with the feeling of spring, are inserted in the beauty's head. The sunset slowly sets, as if to leave the last moment. Someone under the window added new oil, lit a lamp and kept watch. People stayed up all night, and in the laughter, * * * ushered in the Spring Festival.

Looking back on the New Year's Eve, those beautiful white hands once cut oranges in Chengcheng Huang. That gentle fragrance is hazy, and it still stays in my heart. I am eager to return to the lake of my dreams. The lake is like a mirror, which makes people linger. I'm lost. I don't know where I went. Poor Wu Di's frost dyed her hair like a star, as if the spring breeze could not melt the frost, not to mention the mottled hair falling like rain and snow.

Five, "Die Hua Lian Wu Shenyuan Festival beginning of spring Banquet"

Song Xin qi Ji

Who won the lottery with a pepper tray? Full of youth, strive for the spring breeze. I can't bear to recall the past and hate the Chinese New Year as a flower.

Ask questions first when spring comes. I hate opening late at night, but I drift in early. The news of this year's flowering period has been decided, only worrying about the wind and rain.

The new year is coming, and in the beautiful years, the whole people are scrambling to take out the Spring Festival couplets from the Chili plate and stick them on their temples. The spring breeze blows victory on their heads, which is very beautiful. It's not that I don't like spring, but that life has long been a distant memory. I used to hate spring for the sake of flowers.

I began to inquire about the flowering period before the spring of this year, but the flowering period is short, which makes people impatient to wait late and makes people worry that it will soon wither if it opens early. This year is January day in beginning of spring, and the flowering period should be fixed. However, the ups and downs after the spring are still difficult to predict. Who knows whether the flowers will bloom as scheduled this year?