Poetry: Wei Enxiang (Guangxi)
Photography: All the way north that year (Zhangjiakou)
Happy New Year, Happy Reunion, | Little Year Lyrics (10 songs)
One
Thousands of families celebrate the New Year, and thousands of households rejoice.
Full of galaxies, human wine is sweet.
The color of the green mountains does not change, and the earth produces purple smoke.
Tiger qi rushed to Heaven's will, and the heart danced Kun Yuan.
Two
Spring night makes a breeze, twenty-three meanings thick.
The heavens have good dreams, and the candle shadows are all red.
Words add emotion, words come with joy.
The stove is heated and people dance calmly.
Three
Jingge congratulates Xiao Nian, and Yaoqin fingers play strings.
Drinking feast mountain pavilion drunk, tea sent to the message.
Snowflakes float on the ground, and wild geese cross the cold pool.
Tigers dance a new atmosphere, and people dance all over the love.
Four
Happy New Year, excited lyrical sponge.
The dumplings steamed vigorously, and the warmth of the world was continuous.
Phoenix dancing clouds and sky show, dragon flying crane cool face.
Spring has not come early, and the years are happy and reunited.
Five
The strong taste is full of New Year's, and the love song is pleasant.
Boil the tea heart warm, will be wine to the altar.
The king of the stove realized and prayed for blessings.
The meaning is still not exhausted, and the gongs and drums are noisy.
Six
Spring is new, winter is snowflakes.
At the end of the year, the world dances faith.
Strong affection will enter the wine, the meaning is as precious as gold.
Thousands of homes are brightly lit, and thousands of miles are rejoicing.
Seven
The years are longing for the flowing years, and the new spring is a happy face.
Thinking is more than happy, warm chanting poetry.
Song lyrical road, whisper swallow looking for garden.
Thousands of cranes inhabit the green field, and the rivers gush with thousands of words.
Eight
Green trees surround the edge of the village, and the green mountains do not change their faces.
The New Year blessings arrived, and the toast song lingered.
The golden bell is loud, and the twenty-three prayers are small.
Ziyan sent a message, and the bamboo forest reported peace.
Nine
The candle shadow is fragrant and mellow, and the twenty-four flavors are still there.
The stove room is surrounded by fireworks, and the prince is in flames.
The tiger roared and the wind came strongly, and the cow perched in the gods.
A thousand mountains groan twilight snow, ten thousand waters go without a trace.
Ten
The years are not sparing, and the time is still.
The breeze blows the willow trees, and the soul of the flowers is explored in the fog.
Poetry is diligent, drinking dreams and strange stories.
Dancing together in the air, walking together in beautiful writing.
January 25, 2022
Editor: Editorial Board of Kueisenda Bannishi's "Green Smoke Literature"