Controversy Project
On Chinese New Year's Eve, we will bring you six classic poems, which are exclusive to Chinese New Year's Eve and are worth savoring and collecting.
In these poems, there are thoughts of distant relatives, feelings about the passage of time, and explorations of the meaning of life.
Let's embark on this cultural and emotional journey together, and let these poems accompany us through a different Chinese New Year's Eve.
You will find that there are so many beautiful things in this world that are worth cherishing and pursuing.
When you finish reading these poems, you may feel a whole new feeling in your heart, and you are full of anticipation and hope for the future.
"Yuguan sent Chang'an Li Master Book".
Don Cen Shen
Go east to Chang'an for more than 10,000 miles, so why don't you regret a line of books.
Yuguanxi looks at the intestines, and the situation of the Ming Dynasty is the year of exclusion.
Poetic**: I have been thousands of miles away from Chang'an, why don't I have friends in Chang'an, willing to send me a letter?
When I stood at Yumen Pass and looked west, homesickness arose, and I suddenly felt like a knife; What's more, tomorrow is the New Year, so this longing is even deeper.
One of "Except the Night from Shihu to Tiaoxi".
Song Jiang Kui
The fine grass wears the sand and snow and is half sold, and the smoke and cold water of the Wu Palace are all over the place.
No one saw the plum blossom bamboo, and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight.
Poetic**: In early spring, the snow on the ground has not completely melted, and the delicate grass has quietly poked its head out of the sand; The water vapor in Wu is filled, the smoke is filled, and there is a faint cold breath.
Although no one appreciates the plum blossoms hidden deep in the bamboo forest, its refreshing fragrance floats all the way across the stone bridge with the spring breeze in the night.
"Yuan Ri Reward Caizhou Ma Twelve Shangshu Last Year Caizhou Yuan Ri See What to Send".
Don Hanyu
Yuan Ri's new poem has been last year, and Caizhou has sent a lot of sympathy.
Even if there is anyone leading it today, Sanfeng does not dare to sleep.
Poetic**: On New Year's Day, I wrote to reply to you; Think you should have written to me last year. I have always cherished the letter you sent, and I thank my friends for their care and concern for me.
Although I was appreciated by my boss and left, I still cared about Caizhou, just like a mountain god guarding the mountains, and I didn't dare to relax and slack off.
"Erling Temple Keeping the Year".
Don Deshulun
The mountain house is insulated, and the lights are fragrant.
No one offers a pepper flower song, and there are guests who participate in the cypress Zen.
I have realized that the city is not a music world, and I don't know what year it is.
Worry quietly forgot to sleep, and sat and waited for Fusang to be beautiful.
Poetic**: I am alone in a hut in the mountains, isolated from the world. The only thing in the room was the lights and incense sticks for me, and it was all very quiet.
There was no one to greet and send off, only a friend and I quietly practiced meditation with me.
I have come to realize that in my practice, we cannot pursue some worldly things, but we need to be free from the bondage of the mundane.
I forgot about time, I forgot about the distractions of the world, and I focused only on my own practice and introspection.
Although I was a little apprehensive at the moment, I did not give up, but firmly waited for the moment of sunrise in the east, looking forward to being able to obtain a higher realm and deeper understanding at some point in the future.
"Picking Plums in the Morning".
Don Chang said
Shu is still cold and warm, and it is early plum.
It's been a year after year.
Poetic**: Although the winter in Sichuan and Chongqing is a little cold, it still feels like there is some warmth of spring; On the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, plum blossoms bloom early according to the natural law of the seasons.
The beautiful scenery at this moment surprised the wanderers thousands of miles away, it turned out that a year had passed, and it was already a new year.
"Except for the Night of Lecheng Feng Zhang Shaofu".
Don Meng Haoran
The sea of clouds is full of Ou Fujian, and the wind tide is on the shore of the island.
He knows that on New Year's Eve, he can see his hometown.
Yu is a passenger, and Jun is a lost passerby.
There are a few recoveries in life, and more than ten springs.
Poetic**: Drifting on the endless sea, passing through the Oumin region. The wind and waves brought me to the edge of the island, and my boat finally berthed.
Who would have thought that on this Chinese New Year's Eve, I would be able to rush home on time and be able to reunite with my relatives and friends.
I'm a traveler on a raft, and you're a lost passerby. How many times can we meet in our lifetimes? More than ten springs have passed since that separation; So when we meet, we should cherish the moment and cherish the time together.