Xiao Nian is also known as the "Stove Festival", in ancient times, in most places in our country, every household in the stove has a "stove king" shrine, people call it "the stove king". The duty of the god of the stove is to take charge of the fire and manage the food.
On the second day of the new year, the prince of the stove will go to heaven to report the work of the year. The ancestors made a wish for a better life next year, hoping that the king of the stove would say good things to heaven, so they sacrificed to the stove on the day of the new year.
The New Year is also a day for family reunions, family feasts, firecrackers, and its activities are similar to the New Year, but they don't go out to congratulate.
30 poems for the sacrificial stove, I wish you a healthy young year.
Sacrificial stove poems
Northern Song · Lü Mengzheng.
A bowl of clear soup poems, the stove is in the sky today;
If the Jade Emperor asks about human affairs, articles in troubled times are worthless.
Three longitudinal strokes, three of them
Northern Song · Su Shi.
The north ship is less than a pearl, drunk and depressed for half a month.
Tomorrow, the owner will be a sacrificial stove, and a chicken will fight and drink.
Answer: Yes
Northern Song Dynasty · Qin Guan.
Ring Xiao Ran Ru Mizukuma, who is lonely and angry.
Youth doesn't feel that the book has passed, and the gray hair comes up in the mirror for no reason.
The sacrificial stove invites the neighbors to talk about Fuer, and it is difficult to sell knives and buy calves.
The old man said that he was a marquis, and there was an old platform in the fishing river.
Send the Changsha book Sun Zhaoyuan (when he was impeached for not urging the accumulation).
Song · Yang Shi.
Yangcheng is clumsy in the late decline, and there are many sins.
The sacrificial stove invites the neighbors to be comfortable, and the mash is used to dispel my confusion.
There is Lan Kanpei in the Yiyi Court, and there are no birds to be found in the lonely door.
Go back to find a couple on the stream, and exchange fishing for the tassels.
Shang Zeng Privy
Northern Song Dynasty · Mao Peng.
Yan Qi does not return at dusk, how can the owner of Xinfeng know each other.
There is no need to buy silk embroidery plains, and there is no need to cast the seed period.
It will be the same as the sour and salty, and the main book must be returned to the sacrificial stove.
Please see Linchuan Taiwei Gong, this language is difficult for the laity.
My father-in-law is as sweet as meat, and ten thousand dollars are used for the guests to eat.
Reading is a big deal, who talks about the lack of literature and weaving thin songs.
Seeing that the same phase is not six feet, Taishi is still spurred on.
The middle end of the chest is in the eyes, and the two pupils of rock and electricity are Qiu Hanbi.
To Jun Yaoshun is not enough to be surprised, and he will pay the public to the public.
The dense clouds in the western suburbs contain the color of rain, which can win the withered and sunny spring.
The guest in front of the door is like an ant, who is my corporal.
They are still cheeky when they want to enter, and they are all Liaodong pigs.
The donkey breaks his hat and perches on the dust, and the last time he hates it.
The grass is still a test of people, and there is no order to be classified as a hidden husband.
When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I sent my son from two uniques
Northern Song · Su Shi.
Shengming is lenient and has a whole body, and he is devastated by decay and self-fear.
Don't go to the head of the gang to look at each other, our sacrificial stove please neighbors.
Tadako emigrates
Northern Song · Shi Dehong.
Zhongzi watched the eternal emperor on the wall, and moved to pick up his own and did not borrow.
It's not my business to borrow a car to sacrifice the stove, but I can listen to the sound of Xishe at night.
People say that Qu Nong is a big category of me, and I will pay a price if I try to compose poems.
I don't want to learn the cold of the suburbs, and the pen of the fairy can be created.
Birthday poems
Song · Sun Wei.
The face is like a crested crane, and the mustache is like a green-haired turtle.
If you want to know the birthday of the Prime Minister, this is the time of the human sacrifice.
The sacrificial stove and the neighboring song scatter blessings
Southern Song Dynasty · Lu You.
It has been fortunate to hang the car to show the descendants, and it is necessary to sacrifice the stove to please the neighbors.
The customs have been passed down for a long time, and the guests and hosts are happy and smiley.
Snow sideburns sit well knowing that the elderly, and the clay basin is full of shame and poverty.
Ask the gentleman at the bottom of the thatched eaves, how does it look like the original head of the music shrine.
In winter, I read Bai Ji, love his poor and strong people, and make ten ancient poems
Southern Song Dynasty · Lu You.
The sacrificial stove of the Bu Ri family, the fat and the wine are fragrant.
Although the division is thin, if it is a neighbor's affection.
The owners of the longevity of the people are full of joy.
Qi failure is easy to get drunk, and the sleeping window is clear.
Farming is a little leisurely
Southern Song Dynasty · Lu You.
The plough and the plough call the spring farmers, and the cuckoo and the cuckoo governor are successful.
The yellow clouds press the eaves and the wind is beautiful, and the green needles are inserted in the water mist and rain.
Nianfeng is far and near, laughing and talking, and Pu is rising and horizontal.
The windows of the east house are green, and the west house welcomes the woman with a red fan.
Our sacrificial stove is full of dolphin wine, and the pan is also called to the neighbors.
What do you do when you return to me, and teach children the words of filial piety.
Teach children, don't be in a hurry, may you grind diligently day and night, and treat the black scarf to the public.
Layue Murata Lefu ten poems three sacrificial stove words
Southern Song Dynasty · Fan Chengda.
According to ancient legends, on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the stove king wants to say something.
The cloud car wind horse is small and stays, and the family has a cup and plate ceremony.
The pig's head is rotten and hot double fish fresh, and the bean paste is sweet pine powder bait.
The man sacrificed his daughter to avoid, and drank and burned the money stove Junxi.
The servant fights against the king, and the cat and dog touch the filthy king.
Send the king drunk and full to the gate of heaven, the long ladle and the short ladle do not return to the clouds, and beg for the return of the city.
Three times, Liu Siyun endowed Zhang Yidao's new residence with the lake of Youzhai and one of them
Southern Song Dynasty · Xiang Anshi.
The cold green Xinxuan is the head of the horse, and the south and the north are worried.
Two or three fishing boats were added to the group, and they traveled back and forth with Zoai.
The pillow is lonely and the smoke and rain are rising, and the hook curtain is full of light.
When the sacrificial stove calls the neighbors, I want to inscribe the poem Su Bi stay.
Cheng Shuai's five songs
Southern Song · Chen Zao.
A bottle of snow and cold days, the small dropout bow to resist the eagle.
The women were not sent with military books, so the sacrifice stove had a good trick.
The second rhyme thanked the king for the gift of two songs
Song · Weibo.
It took three years to succeed, and the skills were clumsy and unashamed.
The evening Hanmen said **, and the shogunate sang Yanran at the end of the period.
Seeing that the frost is dry and cold, the blue paste is not allowed to fry itself.
The sacrificial stove begs for the neighbors to have ambitions, but they are worried about the fee.
Send Yuan Xi to the task of the family
Southern Song · Ao Taosun.
The dragon is not confined, and the phoenix is not tamed.
Self-surrender to Yuan Jun, sad to see the people on the ground.
An official is solid, and the gentleman sees the real dust.
Go to the following eagles, and come to release the clouds.
From the time of the repetition, the old West Lake spring.
The black tree flowers in front of the door are quite strange.
Ask the best chicks, the wings are short and the green is still new.
Grateful to the gentleman with the child, the road is good and diligent.
Nianzi Spring and Autumn Learning, when the importance of Dr. Yin.
Hu Wei did the rest of the book, bent his waist and five buckets of Chen.
Sacrifice the river first evil pool, small and big are good.
Zhu Mo is meticulous, and every example is really important.
How dare I give words, and offer the celery I eat.
But when the wind and rain are blowing, the wheels are buried.
Ten years on the road, in a dream said sorrow.
The yellow mud floods the pond slope, and the singing dragon dances into the abyss.
Gift a bamboo basket and a white scarf.
The party is scared of ghosts, and the scarf is white.
Anger kills, a glass of wine and a diligent chat.
Don't look back, be careful not to worry about my poverty.
Don't do strange things, the sacrificial stove is next to each other.
The mountain dwelling is bitter
Southern Song · Zhao Gengfu.
Plant pine into a winding path, wash the stone out of the autumn screen.
The price of rice accounts for the new moon, and it is more predicted that the dawn star.
Buy cattle and neighbors, and sacrifice to the stove woman to read the scriptures.
I don't feel that my head is white, and I often see the green ground.
Seven of the ten poems of the New Year's Eve Books
Southern Song Dynasty · Liu Kezhuang.
The door is as cold as ice, and the origin of wealth is firm.
Who can learn from the foolish children and dive into the incense of the sacrificial stove late at night.
and then the rhyme to answer the good season debate second
Yuan Chu · Shu Yuexiang.
Beigu boasted of the city and the railway, and Qiantang Xiu said that the waves turned silver.
The country does not change the heroes, and the universe is infinitely new.
The fireworks are empty, and the wealth will always be dust.
In the old days, it was Chinese New Year's Eve, and fruits and flowers were sacrificed to the god Vesta.
In December, it rained heavily on the 24th day and the 25th of the night
Southern Song · Fang Hui.
Come to smell the sacrificial stove at night, and still sell gum tooth dumplings.
The snow wants to be the south, and the wind is the north.
It's not cold this year, and it's not sunny this month.
Creation is difficult to see, and magic is easy to change.
Lewd rain over the summer waterlogging, the tree bursting spring.
The heat is like three dogs, flying and flickering.
The vase plum is falling, and the urn is especially flat.
If you want to dig wonton and water chestnut, you are too lazy to go out of the city.
The line is full of food
Yuan Chu · Sun Song.
Insert the remaining calendars, and pick up the lights to remember your hometown.
The snake goes to the gully, and the geese follow the sun.
It is forbidden to welcome the drums, and the adjacent street is incense.
Heroes must be self-reliant and prone to gray sideburns.
It is a work of returning to the east and seeing off at the same scene
Southern Song · Chen Jie.
If you have been in the military for a long time, you should be dethroned and be ashamed.
The reins are rather yes, and the family sacrifice stove is slightly the same.
Send people thousands of miles of gulls and waves, and look back at the thousands of mountains to ride the fiery red.
Stay in the old garden for a long time, and the kings will wear their swords for a while.
Chinese New Year's Eve is the second east slope to keep the rhyme
Jin · Liu Congyi.
Life is a hundred years, who asks the turtle snake.
The face is changed in the mirror, and the old ugliness cannot be covered.
Observe this year diligently, and what will happen in the coming year.
The south is adjacent to the noisy sacrificial stove, and the north is in the commotion.
You have to do nothing, but listen to the drums.
The Ming Dynasty is over forty, and Mo Jing is really easy to oblique.
The original intention is generous, and the white head is still staggering.
Sending a message to the young people, although the health is not enough to exaggerate.
Laurel Order
Yuan · Liu Tingxin.
I want to be the most bitter parting in life.
The geese and fish sink, and the letter is broken.
The delicate appearance is actually lost, who has been used in good times, and the poor family lives day by day.
It was only one hundred and fifteen days after the sun and moon that went to the graveIt was early to come to the season of the twenty-four night sacrificial stoves.
Tuk Tuk is lonely and lonely all year round, and lonely and lonely all night long.
He is happy and looking forward to his return, desolate and desolate and old!
Yun Xian, Zhang Lao Gong, in Lei Shi, Xu moved to the family, and relied on each other, and gave this trick the second one
Late Ming and early Qing Dynasty · Qian Qianyi.
It's not about looking for flowers and spring, it's about being busy.
Tired stones all year round are like fools, and moving mountains suddenly is a person.
There is no wine over the wall to do evil, and the rich have forgotten poverty when they hang their sticks.
Next year, I am willing to practice the South Village Covenant, and the sacrificial stove must first invite neighbors.
Six stacks of former rhyme in the same year
Early Qing Dynasty · Cha Shen Xing.
Regardless of whether the king is poor or poor, I am even poorer, how can I sacrifice to the stove and please be next to the neighbors.
The pen can be used in dreams, and the copper smells like money.
Several houses in the alleys are still celebrating the New Year, and the eastern suburbs have another spring class yesterday.
Dianyi is only an ordinary debt, and he rethinks about it.
Eight of the ten poems of Wu Zhongtian's women's poems in the summer village drama
Qing · Zhu Kuntian.
The leaves of the mushroom are large and long, and the small retort is full of fragrance when steamed.
Cooking wheat cake first sacrifice stove is better than slaughtering a yellow sheep in a rich room.
Chapu emigrated as a substitute for Cambodia
Qing · Tang Youzeng.
Zhai Nanya and Liu Lang kissed and went to be a person in Qingyang Lane.
Life is like a thousand miles away, and Wangheng still remembers the two springs.
It's really lazy before the dusk, and the wind and moon should be frequent after talking about harmony.
The sacrificial stove has a time to answer my call, and both old and new are always next to each other.
The second of the eight Yong of the Imperial Palace is the sacrificial stove (Yongzheng Renzi).
Qing · Hongli.
The countryside is twenty-four, and every family sacrifices to the king of the stove.
Twenty-three in the city, than the house lamps and candles.
It is rumored that the hub of a hundred gods gathers, and it is not absurd for the stove to be played.
Where is the stove king, there is a Jade Emperor above the nine heavens.
Every year on this day, the stove rises, and the cloud flag dragon and horse soar at night.
And I wish the family a long time, for the sake of begging for peace and health next year.
I heard that the good Si descended to the auspicious, and the stove gentleman played his job directly.
The Heavenly Monarch has its own rewards and punishments, and the Yin family has a fee for yellow sheep.
Move to the Tsubaki tree Hu Ji one
Qing · Zhao Yi.
The swordsman Pingjin has been writing for many years, and Xuanwufang is now new.
I like to have a garden to teach the master, and I dare to boast that the door does not depend on people.
The tenant has not yet been accompanied by the thorn woman, and the sacrificial stove is still invited to the neighbor first.
Mo Xiaofu has few Confucianism, and the toothpick also presses the two wheels by itself.
Sacrificial stove day
Qing · Song Xiang.
The snow chills the ember stove and, the sun shadow shifts the yellow sunset birds.
There are few words in the remnants of the wax, and there are many childish voices in the harvest year.
The wine is like a well, and the poetry is like a copper embroidery.
It's rare to have nothing to eat, and the neighbor Macon borrowed two or three Ke.
Exploring the spring slowly Chinese New Year's Eve rhymes with Zhou grass windows
Late Qing · Lin Chaosong.
The fireworks drive away, the paper money sacrifice stove, and it is time to surround the hearth.
Before the children's feast, in the mirror of the eyebrows, I was not the old.
Look at the cut Yichun post, and gradually the light is dim red beans for a long time.
Thinking about the past without sleep, I suddenly felt that my waist was thin.
Looking back at the splendid scenery of the country, remembering the New Year in Huangpu, the romantic wine.
The dream is broken, and the people return to the blue, afraid to ask the dancing sleeves at that time.
Only Jiang Lang's pen is exhausted, and the comic topic sings about the east wind and plum willows.
Exhaust ambition, as long as a cup in hand.