Unconsciously, the year will come to an end. Standing on the tail of winter, the frost and snow are still thick, but I can already smell the smell of spring wafting in the distance. This year, it is really almost over, but at this time the mood is somewhat complicated. Who does not look forward to the new spring, and this peaceful winter day, but also let people feel nostalgic. And why should time be rushed like flowing water?
The sinking became more agitated, and gradually became more vocal. The blowing lights are brighter, and the moon shines a day of snow. --Qing Yuan Ming, "The Fifteenth Night of December"
Dull more drums sounded urgently, and it was late at night, and gradually the sound of people could not be heard, and the world fell silent. The poet blew out the lights and prepared to sleep, but found the windows brighter. It turned out that the moonlight outside the window was sprinkled, reflecting the snow of the day, which was even more dazzling. The moonlit night, the snowy night, was so bright that it made it impossible for the poet to sleep. Through the window, you can also enjoy the beautiful view, which is really beautiful.
It was already waxing moon, day after day, and there were not many days left.
Chuzhou began to feel cold, and the years were full of twilight. The official offers good wine and worries about the snow, and the sky and the new poem look at the mountain together. The plums of the rizhao wild pond are eager to bloom, and the barren grass is still spotted. After the officials dispersed, there was no business, and the door was still in the air. - Song Wang Yuwei, "Waxing Moon"
Entering the Waxing Moon, the poet felt that Chuzhou was a little cold, and in the year of harvest, he was both idle and at ease at this time. With good wine served by the government, where is it afraid of the snowy weather? The mood is high, and I look for inspiration for poetry in the landscape. The sun reflects the pond in the countryside, the plum blossoms are budding, the desert road is burned, and the yellow grass is still seen. Everyone dispersed, and there was nothing to do at this time, and under the setting sun, the birds flew back. The poet's life is uneventful, but there is no lack of fun.
It is the end of the year, although the weather is cold, but there is also a sense of life in the air.
This winter there is less frost and snow, and the waxing moon is tired of heavy fur. Gradually move the garden to prosper, and suddenly wide salary charcoal worries. The mountain spring vein is live, and the willow branches of the village are soft. Spring cakes are in trouble, and I can ask for vegetables on a day. --Song Luyou, "Waxing Moon"
There is no frost and frost this winter, and when the moon is waxing, the weather is warm, and I am no longer willing to wear too thick. Gradually, the garden became full of life, and I suddenly felt relieved that I did not have to worry about the fire. The spring water on the hillside has been babbling, and the wicker in the village is soft and rejuvenated. Don't worry about not having spring cakes to eat, the vegetables in the garden are lush and can be obtained at any time.
At the end of the year, spring breaks through the cold, so that people can feel the budding of spring in advance.
Thorns and thorns are connected to Chang Road, and pearls are long-lasting dust. Green mountains fly white birds, wild water crossing pedestrians. Lonely and prosperous, leisurely grass and trees in spring. There are ups and downs in the world, and nothing hurts God alone. --Song Zhang," The Book of The Waxing Moon
Time flies, the road has grown thorns, and the pearls and jade will turn into dust. In front of the green peaks, white birds flew by. Above the wild water, pedestrians crossed. There is silence everywhere, the prosperity has fallen, spring has not yet come, but the grass and trees have sprouted spring. Everything in the world rises and falls, just like the cycle of seasons, so why should it always hurt God?
At the end of the year, although there is no beauty of a hundred flowers, there is no lack of some bright embellishments.
The garden is in ruins, and the flowers are blooming fresh. By asking Long Mei if she knows whether she is lucky, she has to accompany Chun Hui to share shiyan. ——Song Zhu Shuzhen, "The Moon Stilts Alone"
In the waxing moon, the flowers in the garden are withered, but only one peach blossom is in full bloom. The poet couldn't help but ask, wondering if the plum blossoms on the dragon felt lucky enough to spend this winter time with the spring flowers. The peach blossoms that bloom early are really enthusiastic.
Camellias are the daily guests of winter, and at the end of the year, they are even more bright, as if they have called back spring in advance.
Lingnan spring grass does not see snow, and the streets of Layue listen to flowers. Overseas people Chinese New Year's Eve near, and the city is full of light rain and wet camellia. - Yuan Sadula, "The Twilight of Mincheng"
Spring in Lingnan comes early, there is no snow in winter, and people are everywhere in the streets of Layue, where people are selling flowers. Overseas people are close to Chinese New Year's Eve, and the light rain covers the city, wetting the red camellias and adding to the touching charm. Camellia is open for spring, right?
The eighth day of the first lunar month is the Eighth Festival of Lapa, and as the old saying goes, after the Eighth Lunar New Year is the Year.
Condensed cold and clear, there is a wine feast Jiaping. Su Xin is what he said, so as to comfort the heart. - Northern Qi Wei Collects "Wax Festival"
In the cold, a solemn sacrifice ceremony was held, and a wine feast was set up, and the music was harmonious. In fact, it is difficult to express the mood at this time, in short, in order to comfort each other, the affection is all in the unspoken.
The waxing moon is passing day by day, and the new year is getting closer and closer.
On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, people pull out the old year. The mountain man had no prayer, and he fell asleep and did not know the sky. --Song Zhao Chongdeng, "Waxing Moon"
It is the twenty-fifth day of the Waxing Moon, and everyone is preparing to get rid of the old and welcome the new. The poet laughed to himself as a man of the mountains, and there was nothing to pray about, and he did not care about sleeping, where it did not matter what night it was. So chic, but also really enviable.
At the end of the year, people who wander the end of the world will inevitably have more emotions.
In the spring of the waxing moon, Qianjiang in Yun'an County is pitiful. A sound where to send books to the geese, hundreds of people who get on the water boat. Did not make Mei Rui look sad, to take the catalpa flower to charm the sky. The bright light drafters envied, the lungs for a few hours towards the side of the sun. --Tang DuFu, "Three Songs on December 1"
The waxing moon is coming, spring has floated among the mountains and rivers, and the scenery in Yun'an County, which is near the water, is really beautiful. In the distance, the chirping of geese was heard, and above the river, who boarded the boat to return home? Instead of mourning because of plum blossoms, it is better to fold the bright catalpa flowers for your own amusement. Tomorrow I will also write a family letter, when will I be able to drag the sick body back.
When the waxing moon is about to end, the Chinese New Year's Eve finally arrives, and the homesickness is even stronger.
Sit until the end of the three, and return to the ten thousand miles of credit. The sound of snow is leaning on bamboo, and cold dreams do not leave home. The corners of The dawn are broken, and the lone lamp is falling into flowers. Two years of riding with the horse, hard work to the end of the world. --Tang Rongyu, "Night in Guizhou"
Chinese New Year's Eve sat until the end of the three more years, and the road back to his hometown was still thousands of miles away. Snowflakes fall, Xiao Xiao sounds at the edge of the bamboo forest, waking up from a cold dream, but always dreaming of his hometown. The trumpet of the breaking dawn replaced the sound of the night, and the lone lamp fell out of the lamp. These two years of wandering outside, following the walking and riding, incomparably hard, it is already twilight, but can only stay in the end of the world, how can it not be sentimental?
At the end of the year, no matter where you are, homesickness is the eternal theme.
Outside the green mountains, in front of the green water. The tide level is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging in the sails. The sea is born in the night, and the river spring enters the old year. Where is the township book? Return to Yan luoyang. --Tang Wangwan, "Under the Mountain of Sub-Northern Gu"
The journey is beyond the green mountains, and the boats are moving on the green water. The tide rises and falls, the river is wider, the wind blows, and the sails hang high. The night is not over, a round of sunrise rises from the river, or the old year, Jiangnan already has the breath of spring. I don't know when the letters sent out will be received, and I hope that the geese who have returned from the north will carry them back for me.
Life is always difficult to do as expected, and it is much easier to know how to settle down with the situation.
The family is good, and they know each other seamlessly. Continued To draw candles, keep the age and receive a long feast. The old song plum blossom sings, and the new Zhengbai wine is passed on. Guests and everywhere, do not see the year. ——Tang Meng Haoran, "The Night Of the Year and the Night Club Lecheng Zhang Shaofu House"
For a long time, the two families have a good relationship and are close to each other. After dark, red candles are lit and the happy feast is continued in order to keep the age. During the banquet, the singers sang the old song of "Plum Blossom", and everyone drank the newly steamed cypress wine, pushed the cups and exchanged cups, happy and harmonious. The poet is now wandering around, able to have fun and have fun, and as the year has passed, let it pass!
Chinese New Year's Eve night is really the end of the year, and it is only the New Year for the Ming Dynasty.
This year is the end of this night, next year tomorrow. The cold goes with the night, and the spring comes more and more. The color of the air changed, and the face returned darkly. The scenery is unconscious, and the plum has been in the back garden. --Tang Shi Qing, "The Night Should Be Given"
Tonight is over, this year is over, tomorrow is the beginning of a new year. The chill has ended overnight, and spring has sprouted in the five more miles. What has changed in the air, the scenery is also very different. People may not be aware of it, and looking at the plum blossoms in the back garden, it is already full of business, a sense of spring!
Chinese New Year's Eve night, some people drink and rejoice, leave the old and welcome the new, and some people spend it plainly, and there is no lack of taste.
The pine wind slipped into the cold of spring, accompanied by my hunger and intestines. Cow dung burns taro in the fire, and mountain people eat laziness and cruelty. --Song Sushi, "Chinese New Year's Eve Visiting ZiYe Eating Roasted Dumpling Drama"
The wind blows in the pine forest, the spring is cold, and the night is over. The old-watching poet felt hungry, so he burned a few taro in cow dung, ate lazily, waiting for the arrival of the morning, and together with time, opened the door of the new spring.
At the end of the year, looking back on the past, waiting for the arrival of the new spring, there are feelings in my heart, and more or hope. Time is like water, taking away a lot of things, and what remains unchanged is the feeling in the red dust. Whether it was good or bad before, say goodbye to it gently. I only hope that the Ming Dynasty will go into battle lightly, gallop between heaven and earth, and live up to another spring.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.