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▍Chinese New Year speech
May the warm sun shine in the barren mountains
Two adjacent graves: it was the home of the parents,
One is new, one is old.
May the rhizomes return to the tide and grow under the clear snow
New wheat and grass for country relatives
And their large livestock, eaten in a season.
May the children be well-behaved, the family healthy, and the friends be unharmed,
There is no smog in the sky.
May the South China Sea be calm and calm, and it will fall into Europe
Syrian refugees, eat fish, live in the house.
I just sit on the slopes of Gannan,
Read poetry, look at the clouds, listen to insects chirping in the wilderness.
By: A letter
▍ New Year's greetings
At the beginning of the new year, all things are reincarnated,
Hope has ushered in a new era.
I unfolded the proposal for the year,
Tick off some, add some more,
Okay, that's it.
I will make compromises with life, but constantly
Modify your own destiny.
But the secret eventually has its mysterious mechanism,
We are qualified only after experience,
Say everything that is known,
And re-preset the unknown part.
God bless me to fulfill my fantasies,
Spend every day solidly and happily.
If I'm wrong somewhere,
O people in the know, please tell me,
How can I be better and more fulfilling?
At the beginning of the new year, my wishes and my deeds,
will be fused together, as in the years gone by,
Those days that satisfied me came again and again.
By: Big solution
▍ I just want to talk about all kinds of warm things
On the first day of the new year, I just want to talk about it
All kinds of warm things
Talking about clay bowls stewed on the fire, floating in the house
The aroma of the pork ribs stewed cuttlefish
I busied myself around the stove with joy
Accept the praise of my relatives for my cooking skills
Talk about my father's health
Write every day, read newspapers, and walk more than ten miles
Talking about the mother on the phone said,
Waiting for our brothers and sisters to go home for the New Year, we prepared the New Year dishes early
Talking about the child's middle school entrance examination this year, come on, boy
Talk about my new book, new clothes, new vase flowers
I just want to talk about that
Chai rice oil and salt, relatives are safe
On the first day of the new year, like my old grandmother, who believed in customs
I'm not going to say anything bad
I wouldn't talk about crying, loneliness
Not to mention regret, illness, loss...
In the New Year, please roll them all far away
It was as if I had never experienced it
by: ShuDandan
▍ Happy New Year to you
Li Chun caught up with Chinese New Year's Eve, the art of coincidence
Pure, like a seed of cordial prayer
Lower your eyes, and the grass sprouts in the ceremony
In the days of the transmutation, we cannot pull the old world apart
It was only a brief departure, and the prophecy of time was muttered on the back
The earth returns light higher than memory
Look out at the shiny leaves
I understand that beauty, it grows new ears
Listen to the tribulations and sing the blessings
By: Huang Li Bao
▍ Festivals
Days of joy, bustle, hurry.
In my hometown, I traveled from neighbor to neighbor and relative.
People are busy, but their hearts are fixed.
Walk a long way to see an elder, the bazaar and the snow
Rocking outside the window, in fact, the car is very stable.
Or sit at the table and be with the laughing children,
Enjoy a small piece of tranquility that lingers in your heart.
How many years, years, colors, condensed into the brilliance of the eyes,
Fireworks and wine, still a miracle.
Someone left, someone was born, it seemed
There is no better happiness than this: loss
Overflowing, I live
In the love of a lonely and eternal loved one.
Yesterday, crossing the yellow river iron bridge, I got off the bus,
Look at the reeds, the gray sky, and the thin blue ice on the river.
Once upon a time, I was also the river, rushing, searching; now
It's more like a river, constantly being washed away, but it understands
What is passing through and worth holding in the hand.
By: Hu String
▍ New Year
The red sun rises from the mountains, and the snow passes through the hollow night
There are also crimson faces
Father was sweeping the snow in front of the door
My mother and sister are carefully preparing the New Year meal in the kitchen
My brother is still reading old-fashioned romance novels under the covers
The spread of joy
It is the leisure and comfort of the family sitting around the fire after breakfast
It was the young nephew who begged everyone for overnight money
Is a serious father
Salivating to his mother asked his mother to lift the alcohol ban during the Spring Festival
It was accidentally dropped in the arms of my sister-in-law
The hot old letter was spoken by the mother in the factory in the south
The shyness on the sister-in-law's face when he was on duty
It was the brother-in-law who asked about going to college
Whether the younger brother has already found Yan Ruyu in the book
The whole family's well-meaning taunts and ridicule
It was my cousin who took a family portrait of us in front of the door with his mobile phone
The sun shines behind the Makufu Mountain
Continue to rise in joyful and clean laughter
By: Sword Man
▍ My blessings
I bless the rainbow poured by the torrential rain
Blessing the slowing pace under the rainbow
Water droplets hang from the ends of the girls' hairs
Smiles sparkle
I bless the passage of time
Blessings that are taken away by time can be eternal
It doesn't matter if you lose or gain
Life is a bridge with the same scenery at both ends
I wish you a quiet day
Bless all those who believe in love today
You are early morning afternoon and dusk
It is an ocean guarded by the earth
I also want to bless myself
My only proud and free soul
I have lived up to not a single warm look
Nor have they ever compromised on any of the voices
By: Huang Rui
▍ Blessings
The blue night flows in the shade of the flower like a piano.
The aroma is the song it emits.
My nostalgia is flying,
A pair of small red wings are light and thin,
But it is not netted in floral fragrance.
The crescent moon is like a golden ring in half a circle. That ghostly light
Enough to light up the way.
Fly to the edge of your dreams, it stops,
Watch over your eyebrows hanging low, a shallow smile floating on your lips,
And it moved slightly, like the greed of my kiss.
When rainbow dreams shatter in your dawn eyes,
Into bright tears,
It bears heavy fatigue and satisfaction
Fly back into my heart.
My heart opens its eyes,
Give you the first blessing of the day.
by: What a fang
▍ Spring Festival
Reception begins early in the morning with the first rays of light
I ask for peace to all beings and to all things
I have a heart for a winter night
There are also more fashionable heartbeats than spring
When I am affectionate, there is still untapped love
Can be dedicated to the New Year. As one
Brand new passerby, I'd love to
Spring duty for vacation
The wind blows through and it is already warm
And Wen Xu would not come to his side right away
Like a bunch of pets adopted by Snow White
Spring is charming but be wary of my praise
by: Hiroko
▍New Year's
Believe me, this year won't be worse than the previous year
- The bad things are basically over
Friends who cheated me about money
Curse my bad guys
Abandon my lover
And you, the relatives of the undead whom I now call
I put these in my little heart
The previous year was faltering
The most crystalline tears, it is invisible and tasteless
I often mistake a day for a year
Believe me, I'll sprinkle Parisian perfume on the cuffs
Work out in the sun – this year
I'm going to read a friend's text message aloud
Bless the former lover and have a shining future
I want to continue to be silent about the bad guys
Offer a bouquet of grass for those who will never be seen again
Everything will calm down —
I have a renewed desire
Draw the thread of love from the next year
By: Li Nan
▍ Chinese New Year's Eve
The lights are not intended to be dimmed
From the balcony to the kitchen, dumplings are tossed and turned for a lifetime
And people only need to make one wish
On the table, beef sauce next to mung bean sprouts
Chinese New Year's Eve night is long, between sorrow and joy
The shortest distance is getting older
Blessings are full of carbonic acid and alcohol
Raise a glass to dry out this moment of reunion
Tonight, I don't take the gods to send ghosts
I just want to bow to the stars first
Face the fireworks with your hands folded
Please take care of my living and deceased loved ones
▍ Chinese New Year's Eve night
A leaf fell outside the window,
This is the last tung leaf.
This is also a drop of old cow's tears,
This tear flew into my house,
Slipped on a ceremonial vessel diagram.
Dad, it's been almost seven years since you died.
It has been almost ten years since the second brother died.
Mom is much older than last year.
I didn't take good care of her.
Believe me, Dad,
I didn't dry up.
By: Yang key
Pu Ru "Confession of the Qing Dynasty"
▍Chinese New Year's Eve, thinking of Grandma's apron
Grandma's apron seemed to be gray
It seems to be black too, that is
Twenty years ago
I didn't pay attention at the time
Navy blue is also possible
Grandma's apron
It's always going to work out
Dry hard boiled lumps, or
A few slices of pot
Grandma's apron, always
Pick up a corner, and that's it
Go fast when chasing pigs and chickens
When cooking, pull it down
Chinese New Year's Eve, remembering Grandma's apron
Talk to the kids
Grandma sat next to her
Silence and warmth
By: Liu Yunhui
Chinese New Year's Eve, you wipe the incense burner of the spiritual hall with your hands
Wash your hands and light incense candles
God has come into the house, and the house has been in the house for a long time
Not so lively, loved ones returning from the south
Your beloved granddaughter brought back lychees
This fruit comes from the south that my grandfather wanted to go to when he was alive
You go from the cabinet in turn
Take out the air-dried fruits, walnuts, peanuts
Grow your own sunflowers and apples
The lights in the hall are on and your eyes are watching
Red lanterns hang in the yard
Those deceased loved ones are on their way home
I remembered my grandfather, his name
Living in the family tree, the moment when the grandmother lights the lamp
Like grandfather back, through the snowy wheat fields
He draped me in a sheepskin jacket and carried roasted potatoes in his arms
Until dawn, quietly disappeared into the dream
By: Zhao Lin
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The keeper of the peanut has three sons, our far away
There are countless. When you listen
The lonely man provokes the dog to bark, when dawn
Like other people's youth is loved when we are no longer
Discuss the way back...
Nothing is bound to happen
It's just a day new, like a yellow flower
by: Wake up
At night, it was like a dewdrop hanging over the village
In the pig pen
Thirteen piglets, circling a sow, coaxed the milk
It is a silent astrological chart
Outdoors, the Big Dipper is hanging high
The New Year shines through the hearts of every farmer until it is discharged against the wall
Clay on various farm implements
Golden rice wood
It was so dark that the cooking smoke could no longer be seen
Of all the colors, only black and red are alive
Red is the Spring Festival in front of the farmhouse
A little blue in the black - rich dark purple light gray...
It belongs to the dreamlike river in the wilderness
It belongs to the permafrost belt with thick bone joints
It belongs to the soul that grows between heaven and earth!
by: Pompey
A thousand mountain birds flew away, and the hustle and bustle returned to silence
The four seasons have another chapter, returning to the drifting time sequence
The old charm was replaced with a new peach, and the kitchen was revolutionized
Green mustard lettuce grows quietly in the ground
Sauce meat under the eaves of the next door neighbor's house
Like an old philosophical proposition
Spring snow is still on the way
The boat to the Lake Pavilion is still in the dream
The mountain road is winding, and there are plums that are cold and cold
Old branches, the sun occasionally shows a small face
This solemn light of mercy
Nichishin, Nichishin, And Nissin
At this moment, the courtyard emits the aroma of Chinese New Year's Eve rice
Those who remember the past of the hearth
It will be mentioned one by one by the spring breeze
By: Lu Wenli
The sound of firecrackers outside the window
Exploded the air. Two dead leaves blown up in the fireworks
Shivering in the wind. I drunk one of myself —
Give one yourself to the shards and ashes
Bury one yourself in water
Leave oneself behind in the distance
Put a good makeup on yourself and put on lipstick
Reunite with loved ones
The other self, absent, is opening an old book of poems
Read from the first one
The last self, like dead wood
Sit alone. The sound of gunfire was incessant
My mom only gave birth to one child at a time
I walked on my own path, alone
No encounters, no
Pass. There will be no second person
You will never see the same kind in your life
I already know all this
But my first trigram is "away"
It is fire, it is light
I had no choice but to move on
By: Zhang Jingwen
▍Chinese New Year's Eve night to read Du Fu's long poem "Grand Tour"
Fireworks rise and scatter into a brilliant starry sky.
When a person ages and is sick,
The pleasure and madness of remembering and narrating the past,
Is it as if to describe another person,
Another kind of career you've never experienced before?
Or at this moment, there is another person
Talking about and lamenting your life?
Fireworks are lifting off, and the narrative is turning.
A huge era, eagerly
Passing a fleeing man, tightening his heartstrings,
And on his body
Play the song of escape. This is true.
A country with obvious symptoms, eventually
Spasms characterized by a person:
In his stomach, sand-like pain
It has been internalized into poetry and light.
The fireworks are dispersing, and the darkness is suddenly clear.
A man's travels, autobiography,
To the extent of it, it became
What word is annotated in the footnote of history?
Oh, the tight ones, all forming hourglasses.
The rise and fall of all things is in place
In the context of the autumn wind.
And the sad, the displaced, the dying,
It's all beautiful
and the rhythm of a poem.
By: Su Qifei
▍Chinese New Year's Eve night in the hometown of Puchun to see the sky full of stars
Firecrackers, fireworks, how noisy
Push sound and light to compete
The buffalo, which had not yet been led into the corral, suffered
It was frightened and could not run away, the look in its eyes
Anger from horror, it is in anger
Turn around, kick, get angry
There is nothing you can do about the monsters that soar into the sky
It can't wave anything other than its tail
It saw that the whips or sticks were waved
No, it was another cow, the horn of the horn that had been stabbed obliquely
Sometimes, it also looks up at the sky
Join the beggars
At that time, it left the servants who made it
He set aside the ride and punched it in the face, and pointed to a horse in the distance
And the people who say it as useless
Even, it's left alone
You and me
At that time, the stars were in the sky
There will be one extinguished, in its invisible place
There will be one that rises and chews on it all night
In the dark
By: Yu Xiaozhong
▍ To you
I'm willing to cry like that
In your arms, like a weak man
Music falls in the depths of silence
Half of it was already wet, the rest
In you, with a soft sigh
There is wind outside the window, where will the wind go
Will it be our night, my dear?
You see, the moon is old
And we're still fresh
I imagine the sea, and the sea really comes
With notes, with the violin
On my body, pull out every wave for you
I love you, more love
It's behind time
The whole sea stood in my eyes
The stars couldn't help but glow, too
You see, I still don't want to open my eyes
Yes, how scared I was, as soon as I opened my eyes
It was dawn
By: Lamps
▍ Go to the pain of the years
Traces of beautiful things
Always more. What you see while climbing the mountain
Not the road under your feet, but the clouds at the top of the mountain;
Squeeze in again, the subway is in the pile of people
There is a place for you;
Vomiting out of the dinner room late at night,
Came out of the hospital crying bitterly,
There is always a tree that can be supported,
Those who pass by behind them, whether disgusted or pitying,
Will also stay for a moment, or hand over a piece of tissue...
All my life is surrounded by these invisible kindnesses,
One of the lights of the ten thousand houses is lit for you alone,
There is also one in the crowd who loves you, silent and enduring.
You turned off the lights before going to bed
The darkness has been illuminated,
You're about to forget who you loved
Like loving more people through forgetting.
By: Talk about Xiao
▍ Taste of hometown
The moonlight is sifted through the starry night
Sprinkle in the middle of an empty plain
In the distance, stretched into a rope in a well
Take water in the memory and water it
The wind came and went, constantly rubbing and slapping hard
The dark night is wider than the stove in my hometown
Pedestrians stick to the golden bowl shape of street lamps
Slip away, afraid of scalding something else in other lands
You say homesickness is like lightning, I say homesickness
Like sesame seeds, it falls on the tip of the tongue with a thin sense of taste
The ancient taste buds woke up at that moment
The setting sun swept up and down, searching for corners of toothaches
And the jackdaw flew by, and I was moon-shaped
Stomach and sky
The lonely symmetry about birds
The totem that rises, lit on one side
Sesame oil, while wiping away tears. I say
Grandma, I want to eat your burnt pie
by: Li Peihang
▍ Happiness is a steaming pot of steaming buns
I woke up the gnocchi well
I set the gas stove on fire
I'm going to steam a steaming pot of good steamed buns
The evening sunset is about to set
People salvaged happiness in the black well
If I hear familiar footsteps ringing out
If you count to ten, there is a pleasant whistle
I would like to use some wonderful words to describe the moment
For example, I want to knead a small chunk of spring in the flour
For example, the clock on the wall is dancing with a pleasant waltz
I'm going to add some small blessings to the steamer
I'm going to add a few small pieces of lightness to the bun
I'm going to scoop a few spoonfuls of micromericle on a mundane day
Now, I'm sitting at the date table
Now, the street lights are shining, the fireplace is warm, and the loved ones are together
Dinner is about to start with a pleasant nagging
By: Talk about Yali
▍ Innocence of thought
A lot of people are full
I love you with hunger
A lot of people are thin
I love you with fat
A lot of people are asleep
I love you with insomnia
A lot of people laughed
I love you with sorrow
What a good-looking face you have
I love you with a bad looking face
A lot of people succeeded
I love you with failure
The breeze at night next to the mango ears of the durian in the early morning
The spring flowers of the branches and the autumn moon are broken
I'm too much of a failure because I love you, and I use the opposite of everything to verify
I love the cold and lonely dear night together to eat something delicious
By: Yang Qingxiang
▍ Praise for the sun
How nice the sun is.
Make people soft, soft, make people want to praise -
People want to go to the lake, the mountains, the sea
Singing, or silent rejoicing...
At the moment, the sky outside the window is high and cloudy.
The roofs, the tree roofs, their bright looks, their swaying looks
Filled with wordless gratitude for the sunshine.
A man stood in the shadows and thought again about the cruelty and absurdity of this human life
A person feels: still believe in the sun, or go to the sun
Listen to the sound of the cold melting.
Listen to the warm growing sound.
by: Fan Xiaoya
▍ The year we saw love
That year
We see love
It's in the fall
When the leaves first start to fall
Everybody said wait
I also looked at the sky
It was windy
It looked like it was going to rain
Let's look into the distance
Farther away is also empty
Let's wait
It's almost winter
The wind is getting stronger and stronger
It's like it's going to snow
Everyone was getting ready to go back to the house
Raise the fire
Then I saw love
There's a little bit of wonder in people's hearts
But no one shouted
No one cried either
The children are quiet
No more quarrels
Love comes from afar
And forever remain among us
By: Xiao Ann
▍ Learn love from plants
You don't worry about one leaf betraying another
A flower betrays its vows
A piece of grass will only spread thoughts into the distance
The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is merciless
It is because the flowing water does not have a heart of grass and trees
The love of plants is to know each other
It's just not to give up
Blossom and bear fruit, after a season
They always wash the dust of life with rainwater
Only the fullness and roundness of the fruit is left
A falling leaf imprints the warm eyes of the sun
A withered flower is engraved with moon-colored lip prints
A fading yellow grass has the deepest retention of the oblique sun
The love of animals is far away, and the food is far away
They don't know how to listen to the music of the wind
Always on the lookout
Keep having, keep turning
We've been learning from animals to compete
Learn to migrate, learn to turn your backs, learn to be lonely
But I forgot to learn the fragrance from the plants
Learn to stay together, learn to be quiet, learn to be warm
By: Xu Lingqin
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