It's another small year, and every household welcomes the New Year. The 23rd day of the 12th month of the lunar calendar is the traditional Chinese folk festival day, also known as the "Little Year". The festival has a long history in China's folk customs and is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation.
As a traditional festival in China, Xiaonian expresses the good wishes of the Working People of China to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and to welcome the good fortune and blessings. In the pen of the ancients, there are many classic poems related to the small year.
Today, let's walk into the little year in poetry!
Late 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.
Bye-year
Song-Su Yan
The little year hesitates with the group, growing up sad and afraid of things.
Leave the Heavenly Fragrance Heavenly Shadow Studio, and return home if you can't do anything.
All the money is old
Song-Sun Song
Insert the remnants of the calendar, pick up the lamp to remember the hometown.
Nian Guang snake to the valley, the yan with the yang.
The forbidden que greets the drum, and the neighboring street offers incense.
Heroes must be self-reliant and are prone to sideburns.
Matsuri and Neighbor Qu 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?
Off
Song -Wen Tianxiang
Yan Shuo is poor, and Jiangnan worships Xiao Nian.
When he was born and happy, he died in his life.
The noise of a thousand mountains and snow, the sky is flying.
Going out is vague, looking around but dazed.
On the day of the new year, I still stay in the north mountain
Yuan-Fan
It's only been a little year since the day of Lap Ri, and it's raining in the kanze country!
Children pass on the wine to the candle, far from loving relatives have not yet slept.
Xiao Chinese New Year's Eve remembered Lü Xu's second wife for wine
Yuan-Liu Song
Strange flying snow and light dust, the cold clouds on the river limit to Tianjin.
For the wine far away from the same tenant, Wei Zhou is like a stranger.
Whoever drives away the ghosts in the village drums, and where the incense is the god of vesta.
Tomorrow Dongfeng Jingguo Road, full of Huafa for who is new.
Boats are small years
Ming-Lee's World
In the evening, Qingjiang thought quietly, and the wind and sand and stone were trickling.
Guests sell wine every remnant, and the rain welcomes spring to the small year.
The red leaf temple was spread suddenly, and the deserted village lived in white smoke.
Feeling that the travel situation was really tasteless, I thought about returning to the snow night boat.
Small year - one
Ming - Lin Guang
Jia Zi spring invaded, Yanjing was a little year.
Children's celebration stove, drums and noisy.
Count nine sunny to see the willow, and the book is empty to envy the kite.
I have my own body, and wealth is smoke.
The little Chinese New Year's Eve the guests gathered
Ming-Ku Daisou
Unique sense of decadence, partial to the old and happy.
The pot greets the young age, and the lights are waiting for the altar of the immortals.
Integrity is, soaring evening twilight look.
Ning yin ancestral stove ceremony, the name of the moving heavenly official.
Takeoka Province
Ming - Huang Gongfu
The horse's hooves traversed the snowflake days, and the road was frightening and small.
The timing of the cold and sparse forest has changed, and the mist and smoke of the wild color are invaded.
Where the plum blossoms in the old garden, the thin shadow crosses the edge of the swamp.
The news of the spring light is near, and the pavilion is lonely before the wind.
Jumping Stove King
Qing-Anon
Nian Guan urged people to be busy with everything, and beggars accompanied them to play the king of the stove.
Knock on the bamboo song and dance in front of the door, reward money and good words to the Jade Emperor.
Xiao Chinese New Year's Eve Yingchun Ya set works
Hyundai - Zhou Yanting
The rivers and mountains are clear into the painting, and the blue water reflects the Zhu wheel.
The country is a long strategy, and people pity and send small relatives.
The whip urged the horse to hurry up and remember the wine.
Pack up your idle mood and open the curtain for a good spring.