At the end of the year, the taste of the year is getting more and more sufficient. You look at the dazzling lantern decorations on both sides of the street at night, see the red-hot palace lantern couplets in the market, the Tang costumes and Hanfu that exude festive colors in the shopping mall, see the happiness and happiness on each face, and see the New Year's flavor flowing in the poetry style...
Huan Xi Sha Nian Taste
Han Shujing
Entering the la cheng knows the joy and joy, the palace lights are in red, and the fresh vegetables and fruits are waiting for people to taste.
Three lights are immersed in the night, and one window is idyllic to the morning sun. Leisurely avoid the epidemic and spend the years.
Lu Yulian
The golden carp is turned over, and the pupils are warm and reflect tusu. Shin Shin is still waiting to change the peach charm.
Lianqin fragrance should try ink, Lan Zeng elegant but Hongru. One example a year.
Huan Xi Sha Winter to Spring (New Rhyme)
Gao Huijuan
Blowing off the red plum fragrance stained placket, flying white snow rhymes with the body. The cold winter scenery is enchanting and poetic.
Fireworks bloom to bid farewell to the old years, and red lights hang high to return to people. The footsteps of the New Year enter a thousand doors.
Huan Xi Sha · New Year goods collection
Zhao Meihong
The New Year goods are full of people, and the aroma of meatballs presses flowers. Woo
A few cake bun shops, a bunch of wax wood with tea. Pocket full to buy home.
Huan Xi Sha Hope Spring
Cao Policy
The delicacies are fragrant, and the old wine is sold to try three cups, and the rouge is moistened with two blushes.
The sound of firecrackers is cheerful, and the yang lian is against the drunken fairy. Plum blossoms reflect the snow and smile at the spring breeze.
Huan Xi Sha Nian Taste
Zhang Aiguo
Serve the cheese and fry it with tea. About people pour ink to write Hua Yan. A plum shadow net Juanjuan.
Fu to Wan Jiachun led, Xuefei Nine Morui led. Come and collect the remnants of the wax for the New Year.
Huan Xi sha went home for the New Year
Long Xinxia
A tree plum opened a new garden, a variety of snow accompanied by people, and the family reunion was full of joy.
Three glasses of wine to chat about a drunk, good poems a few times a total of micro-chanting. Guan Qing is the most hometown relative.
Huanxi Sand Enjoy the plum view
Sun Aiming
Count nine severe winter plums are thick, Lone Fang I is drunk in spring, and the branches are dotted with blush.
Jade bone ice muscle true color. Plain face condensed cold incense wind, warm stove cooking wine words melt.
Huan Xi Sha Year of the Tiger
Shi Yunxia
Change a cup of Spring Lianjiu, and plant several plums in the bottle. The sound of firecrackers just came to urge.
Hua Fa Tianlai's heart was not old, but Niu Guan unloaded but the tiger returned. New Year's Cohesion Does Not Linger.
Huan Xi Sha Nian Taste
Tian Cuiling
Broken plum blossoms into the picture screen. Nobori magpie rhymes. Dongjun wakes up dreaming of primrose.
Wine is ready to welcome the naked child, and colored lights are hung to illuminate the new court. The loving mother in front of the village looks forward to returning home.
Huan Xi Sha hopes for reunion
Yuan Xiaohong
Ruixue flew for three or nine days, overlooking the mountains in the distance. The red room is warm and looking forward to reunion.
The new incense is overflowing, and the spring fresh fruit celebrates the new yuan. Embracing each other in dreams.
Huan Xi Sha New Year Memories My Little Theater (New Rhyme)
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The strings are leisurely and cheerful. The agricultural tune is even more heeled. Open the curtain to celebrate the New Year.
The bride stood in the group without shame, and the child did not know how to drill between the seams. Fans are full of yards to unload the door bolts.
Huanxi Sha , The Taste of the Year Is Getting Stronger (New Rhyme)
Gao Xiujuan
Shuo Shuo lanterns shine in the evening city. The long street is like a spring breeze. The south branch was early broken for who was red.
A few new additions of good color, fingers tap Tiger Weixiong. Look at the moon lyrically.
Liu Zonglan
The joy of a pleasant whipping sound. A dish of fried lotus jujube cake. See the Beautiful Spring League with your eyes.
The fireworks outside the door are gorgeous, and the window sill bonsai is as fresh as possible. Suddenly, new ideas come to give new year.
Shi Xiuxia
Before the end of the feixue one, the child was already smiling. There is also greed above the exam room.
The sound of whipping in the ears flew all night, and the food in my heart accumulated into a mountain. Saliva gushes from the lips and under the tongue.
Guo Anyu
The haircut sweeps off the green coat. Steamed cake fried fried black chicken. People spring to the end and dawn.
The crescent moon is hung on the forest, and Mei Junruo is in the snow. Chan Juan is in the right place.
Draft: Ji Honghua
Moderator and Preliminary Judge: Han Shujing Ji Honghua
Editor: Han Shujing
Final: Ma Mingde