Poetry is not old at the end of the year
Author | Feng Xiujuan
happy New Year
The east wind occupies the willow branches, and the stars and moons fall when the plums.
The hand flew frost, and the window curtain was rolled late.
The tiger is in a thousand miles of letters, and the cannon is known to thousands of doors.
More missing years of light, the Ming Dynasty said hello words.
New Year's Day
(Painting Tang Chun Qin Guan Body)
The garden plums are falling, and the horizontal branches are rugged.
If the ice is melted, it will return to spring after that.
One night missed the song for two years, and every year he held up a golden bottle.
Last night's troubles went to dust, and eight joys came to the door.
Hidden Spring
Qianshan Twilight Snow Age New Makeup, QingDi Si Pregnant Nine Light.
Stepping through Qiong Yao's plum shadow is thin, and the dark purple swallow willow eyebrows are hidden.
The chessboard knocks down the carriage soldiers, and the vegetarian hand cooks chrysanthemum water yellow.
Idle people outside the threshold lightly sun and moon, and the heart sound wisps into the vault.
Chinese New Year Visiting Friends
The old and wild pond invited old friends, looking at the fence and throwing red.
It is expected that it is not a mountain peach apricot, and it will not be in the snow of the year.
Bondage
The Eastern Emperor was anxious not to urge, and the flowers came every year.
Spring occupies the south branch a little earlier, when will the floating people return?
Feng Xiujuan, net name Hedge Chrysanthemum Aoshuang, a native of Linqu County, Weifang, Shandong, is a member of Chinese poetry and a member of Linqu poetry. His works are scattered in "Yishan Wind", "Dongzhen Poetry", "Haifu Literature", like pure music, writing, love ancient style, a delicate heart, and look down on worldly affairs. I just want to be in a quiet corner, taste the fragrance of books, and speak my heart...