It's another year of small years,
Every family welcomes the New Year.
"Four Songs of the Little Year"
Two or three firecrackers came into the window, and I was surprised to see the beginning of the New Year.
In the radial mirror, I resigned, and the sleeves of a bullet did not linger.
There are dreams floating in the East China Sea, and every year I see Xiaomeihong.
Remembering what it can do to repay each other, jun has no intention of being poor.
Self-seeking liquor with clear tea, but the road to life is oblique.
I have three million poems, who left me a flower?
Now there is a good time that cannot be destroyed, and the city is full of lights and sparks,
Even though there are cangsang in the world, yu Shan is at ease.
"Magnolia Slow Stove"
Qing Du Wenlan
Listen to the sound of bamboo in a thousand streets, take advantage of the midnight, and send The Gods home.
Just after the white horse greets the beginning, the yellow sheep recommends, and the wind ripples the spirit flag.
Qiong Wei was drunk and afraid of the dawn and the night playing the green chapter late.
Know whether the heavens are thousands of miles, the Nine Doors Tiger and Leopard Ring Division.
Fangshi. Colorful swallow chicken. Middle-aged women, young children playing.
Laugh at who is hot, who is up to me, and meo Ao Xi is.
Hugh resigned in a hurry, for plum blossoms, chat when the gift of the line.
Good questions and soup hearts, cooking incense everywhere spring back.
"Seven Absolute Little Years"
The little nian stove god wanted to ascend to heaven, and met the Jade Emperor to judge the world,
When the immortals descended to the mortal day, the heavens and the earth and the two realms were full of joy.
The new year has passed, the weather is sunny, the strong new spring atmosphere is coming, and the earth is happy.
"Sacrifice stove and neighbor song sanfu"
Song Lu you
Having been fortunate enough to hang the car to show off to his descendants, he is about to sacrifice the stove and ask for neighbors. When the customs are passed down for a long time, the guests and hosts laugh and laugh.
Snow sideburns sit deeply and respect the elderly, and the tile pots are full of shame and poverty. Ask the king this night at the bottom of the eaves, what is the original head of the music society god?
"Sacrifice Words"
Song Fan Chengda
On the twenty-fourth day of the ancient Fu La, the Emperor of The Stove wanted to say something to the heavens.
The cloud car wind horse small stay, the family has cups and plates of abundant ceremonies.
Pork head rotten hot pisces fresh, bean sand and pine powder bait balls.
The boy offered his daughter to avoid, and the wine burned money stove Junxi.
Sons of struggle Jun Mo Wen, cat dog horns Dirty Jun Mo Fu;
Send the king drunk and full to the gate of heaven, and the long and short do not return to the clouds,
Begging for the return of the city of Scoring.
The ancients said: "The people regard food as the sky", so it is completely understandable that people respectfully worship the king of the stove as the head of the family.
"Gengzi sends the stove to the matter"
Lu Xun
A chicken gum candy, a dress for incense.
There are no long things in the house, and there are few yellow sheep.
Asked Zaojun to eat gummy and stick to his teeth so that he could not adjust his mouth and learn his tongue and say bad things to the Jade Emperor. The custom of killing yellow sheep and sacrificing stoves has been handed down since the Han Dynasty.
"Little Year"
The fog lightly caged Lin Rudai, and the laughter fell all the way to Lao Zhuang.
Domestic dogs only bark, and villagers slaughter without seeking business.
Open the table small dishes to invite mountain ghosts, put a large glass of wine will be the king of the stove.
Returning to the twilight, Tengyun driving the fog more and more crazy.
On the 23rd day of the waxing moon, in addition to sugar melons and the like, the offerings also have water dumplings, taking the folk meaning of "getting up and dumplings falling on the noodles", and some also offer noodles.
"The Late Years of Writing"
Song Liu Kezhuang
The door is as cold as ice, and the rich and noble belong to the heavens.
Who can learn to fool the children and burn incense late at night.
Little year to,
Warm a pot of good wine,
Let happiness bubble quietly in your belly;
Take a sip of good tea,
Let the warmth continue to accompany the heart;
Make a table of delicacies,
Let the festivities shine around for a long time;
Write a blessing,
Let luck rise in the little year!
Source: Tangshan Municipal Library