Famous aphorisms about the Spring Festival

1. Happy New Year with fireworks all over the sky. The golden dragon rises and the jade sky rises, and the six fields are cultivated. ——Jiangnan Liuying's "New Year"

2. The New Year is in the heart of the country, and the sky is alone with tears. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now. ——Liu Changqing's "New Year's Works"

3. In one year, all the drops in the lotus flower are drained. Bijing crispy frozen wine. The cold weather in the morning is still deceptive, but the willows in spring are slender first. The beautiful lady urges you to live a long life. Cypress leaves and pepper blossoms bloom on green sleeves. In the depths of Zuixiang, we rarely know each other, and we are only old friends with Dong Jun. ——Mao Pang's "Jade House Spring·Jimao Suiyuan Day"

4. The sound of firecrackers welcomes the New Year, and wonderful couplets are posted in front of the door. Laughter is heard everywhere, and delicious food is served on the table. There was a lot of chatting, and the lights were brightly illuminating the rest of the night. Children show off their new clothes, and the old is gone and the new is coming. ——Daoping Ping's "Celebrating the New Year"

5. Skillfully cut flags to win the test of Silla, paint colors and gold to make moths. From then on, the scissors are idle for a month, and the needlework in the boudoir is abundant before the year. ——Huang Jingren's "Fengcheng New Year's Ci"

6. The rhythm turns to Hongjun, the spirit is the same, and the percussion is harmonious. There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is in thousands of households. ——Ye Xie's "Welcome to Spring"

7. Who asks about the hotel? The cold lamp is so friendly. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. Liao Luo is sad about the past, and laughs at this body. With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow. ——Dai Shulun's "Stone Station on a Big Night"

8. With the cold weather approaching, the New Year has arrived. See the plum blossoms again. Wrapped in silver, the vast mountains and rivers are enchanting. Sigh that time flies by and time makes people grow old. Feeling the vicissitudes of life, everything is dreaming of early spring. Celebrate the good day, watch the excitement, and see the neon lights in the streets. Thoughts are like the sea, chanting poems with a firewood leaf. Everyone knows the warmth and coldness, and it is difficult to be in love with each other. I wish you a happy life and good health. ——"Early Plum Blossoms·Happy New Year" by Shen Xianmoren

9. The east wind warms the trees in Loujiang, and the smoke condenses on the three thoroughfares and nine roads. The white horse flies like a dragon through the snow, and the calf's carriage rolls through the water. Sweeping away the smoke and dust, hundreds of thousands of people are dressed in beautiful clothes. The forehead is bright and colorful, and the social song is full of lights. Wearing scarlet clothes and gold belts like buckets, he is in the front row of the palace and the eunuch at the back. The black gauze is newly woven with Han palace flowers, and the young slave kneels into the Tusu wine. There are jade pillars on the lotus plate, and the singing boy and hairy girl are both in white. There are three thousand pieces of old music in Liyuan, and thirteen new tunes in Suzhou. The masked beard dances like a tiger, the narrow shirt and embroidered trousers beat a big drum. The golden python has a slim body and a ghost makeup, and the Guanyin in white clothes dances with its palms clasped together. The viewer is like a mountain of brocades that belong to each other, and who separates the silk and flesh from the chaos. The fragrant wind blows laughter all the way, and the red gauze covers the drunken jade. She wears a green lotus blouse with lotus roots and lotus roots, and a bun with a light make-up on her forehead. I pick up green strips to praise my sisters, and I pick up melon seeds from my sleeves and throw them at my son. There is another moment of urgent music and complicated strings, and thousands of willows break through the green branches. ——Yuan Hongdao's "Spring Festival Song"

10. Last night we fought back to the north, and now we are heading east. I have become an official in my old age, but I still worry about farmers without salary. The father plows the mulberry field, and the shepherd boy follows him with the hoe. The Tian family accounted for the climate, and the emperor said it would be a good year. ——Meng Haoran's "Tian Jiayuan Day"

11. The official career is coming to an end, and the village mash is strong. I hate the cold and miss the warmth, fear the old and cherish the old. The years have passed, but the Kou Rong are still not at peace. Children don't know how to do things, so they sing and play until dawn. ——Luo Yin's "New Year's Eve"

12. The spring events have been piled up into mountains, and I am passing the wild goose pass with my fingers and whip. The hand picks up the light sorrow and looks for the old dream, and the heart spreads the plain paper to paint the new look. The chrysanthemums in front of the bottle are good for making wine, and the plum branches in the snow are always cold-resistant. Sign a brocade contract with Feng Jun in advance, and the flowers will be green and the railings will be green in the Ming Dynasty. ——Yun Shu Yunxiang's "New Year's Feelings"

13. The bells of the old year enter the new year, and the bursts of firecrackers add to the new year. Fortunately, China will be rejuvenated, and there will be more than enough in the granaries and money in the granaries.

——Sabine's Left Hand "Fei Jue Ti·New Year"