Modern poetry on New Year's Day

Modern poems with the theme of New Year's Day are as follows:

Modern Poetry on New Year's Day (I)

The stars have shifted, and the new year has been added, and duckweed has circulated. Flowers and trees are in full bloom tonight, and thousands of lights are on. And suppress your feelings, in the fireworks, you will be sad. Thinking about it, the wind and dust are boundless, and the lonely shadow falls alone. Worry is thick, the lights are dim, the newcomers are drunk and dancing, and the old feelings are light. Sigh time, kill Jiang Hai and drag out an ignoble existence. The catkins in the night wind will quietly spit green, and tomorrow will be full of spring. Affectionate, return the book, thousands of miles away.

New Year's Day Modern Poetry II

Standing at the threshold of the new year, inadvertently looking back. I saw a vast sea of people in the distance, leaving sails, clouds or fog, all drifting away. At present, the spring breeze has beautiful window grilles and blooming peach blossoms. I saw another wave of surging people, those hurried steps, walking in the scenery and taking care of themselves.

Day after day, year after year, the years passed, through my childhood, through the river of my first love, singing the glory of poetry in the sunset glow of a mirage. Ah! Another year has passed and a new year is about to begin.

Modern Poetry with the Theme of New Year's Day (3)

New Year's Day is like a wonderful thing! Look, as soon as New Year's Day arrives, we have the brightest smile on our faces. How proud we look when we put on new clothes. New Year's Day is like a special festival! Look, frugal mom and dad bought you a lot of delicious snacks, which surprised you and made you feel the warmth of your family.

Ah! New Year's Day is beautiful and happy!

Modern Poetry with the Theme of New Year's Day (4)

Under the fiery red sun, listen, it's the chirping of birds. They knock on the door in surprise. The first door of spring, white clouds bring warm thoughts and long-lost greetings, and bring us new year's wishes. Those heavy laughter, like mom and dad's hands full of labor and harvest, a glass of hard liquor, full of homesickness, got me drunk in the windward morning.

Wandering wanderers can't help speeding up the pace of going home. The girl I love hasn't seen each other for a long time, just like the trembling spider web in my hometown, which has grown into a cocoon silently. While the spring breeze is still early, I will hurry to ask my beloved girl if love will bloom in this spring.