China traditional culture festival.

Crackling fireworks blew the old year away from us.

The warmth of spring breeze flutters in Tu Su.

Thousands of families have bright future.

The new mahogany spell replaced the old one.

Except Wen Tianxiang at night.

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Happy New Year to Wen Zhiming.

I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

You have a new right (bright) leaf parallel line.

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Adding the New Year brings old mountains and rivers in spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun.

On New Year's Eve, I occasionally become (Qing) Huang Jingren.

A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.

People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.

Fengcheng New Year Speech (Qing) Tea Shen Xing

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.