Begging for new year's poems

There were two or three firecrackers outside the window, and I was surprised that the Spring Festival had already begun. Say goodbye to me in the radial mirror, I don't wander around arm in arm.

There are dreams floating in the East China Sea, and I see Xiaomei Red every year. If I remember to report back, what can I do? You didn't mean it, I pity you.

Looking for white wine to accompany green tea, but knowing that there is a way in life. I have three million poems. Who left me a flower?

There is a good season today, and the city is full of lights. Even though there is Cang Sang in the world, I stay at home in a dark place.

/Cha Xun/Shi Ju/Xiao Nian