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One
Mei urged the new year to approach, and did not feel like the spring before.
Jiang Liu first opened his dream, and a thousand mountains were pregnant with green smoke.
Two
It seems that the spring tide is approaching, and the cold wind is more attacking.
Remote knowledge of the Chinese New Year's Eve taste, return to the new passengers.
Three
If the snow is not snow, Mei Jun laughs and sings.
The spring breeze wakes up with the dream, and Jiang Liu is drunk and harmonious.
Four
The tiger sent the golden bull, and the wind urged the willow eyes to open.
Dark incense who is with whom, Mei Xue sent spring to come.
Five
The wind is cold and the mountains are quiet, and the snow Chinese New Year's Eve flutters.
Spring Festival Thousand Family Music, who fights cold supper.
Six
Spring is nearly fresh in the new year, and plum fragrance is floating in the courtyard.
The willow branches were different yesterday, looking back at the new dynasty.
Seven
Mei Xue greeted the old age, and the Eastern Junfu Commission was reconciled.
Five more years old, Jiang Hai sang happily.
Eight
Xue sighed mei xiang late, but Dongjun knew it earlier.
Wake up who cuts willows, dashing two or three branches.
Author/Xue Shentai
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Lei Li
Introduction: Home in Huangdao Shangquan recitation social member. A Chinese language teacher in the West Coast New Area, who likes to recite and travel, hopes to use the temperature of sound to awaken words and hearts.