Point a colon to tell you that the Year of the Rat is auspicious; write a comma to congratulate you on the New Year's celebration; draw a full stop to bless you with a New Year's family reunion; pause an exclamation mark to move you to a New Year's gathering of love and energy; depict an apostrophe to encompass you in the New Year's blessing; enclose a bracket to lock you in the New Year's gathering of wealth; and a line of ellipses to condense the thousands of words to wish you a safe and prosperous New Year, and joy for your whole family!
Cut a few embroidered clothes, taste a few cups of fragrant tea. I'd like to invite three or five friends and family to talk about their spring and fall. The new year is the year of the rat, and the new calendar is the year of the mouse. The sender of this letter is sincere and skillful, and the recipient of this letter will have a long and blessed life. I wish you a happy Year of the Rat!
Let peace ride on the fast track of the Year of the Rat, let happiness embrace you gently, let difficulties impress you, let worries bow their heads and quietly go away, let good luck take extra care of you, let happiness smile at you forever! Happy Year of the Rat!
I want to warm you with sunshine, decorate you with starlight, intoxicate you with wine, satisfy you with food and drown you with happiness, but I don't do God for a long time, so I can only use SMS to bless you and wish you a happy year of the rat!
A hint of sincerity is better than a thousand pieces of gold; a hint of warmth can withstand ten thousand miles of frost; a greeting is sent to the warmth and sweetness; a text message is sent to my heart! I wish my friend all the best in the Year of the Rat!
Health is the best gift, contentment is the greatest wealth, confidence is the best character, care is the most sincere greetings, concern is the most selfless thoughts, blessings are the most beautiful words. I wish you a happy Year of the Rat! Peace and happiness!
Elegant people, look at the back to know; progressive people, listen to the footsteps to know; kind people, look at the smile to know; confident people, look at the eyes to know; auspicious people, look at you to know. Happy Year of the Rat!
The Year of the Rat New Year's Greeting Poem
Hanging colorful lamps and playing pipes and strings, back to the A-zi happy to open the chapter. The past is far away, but the future is still ahead of us.
Diligence and fulfillment are the key to the success of our country. In the New Year, we are talking about the rat, and we hope that the people's livelihood and the government will be clean.
Attached is a poem by Mr. Pan Tongying entitled "Chinese New Year Celebration Poem for the Year of the Rat":
The golden pig beats the drum and the rat opens the strings, and ten thousand kinds of people sing the same song of embroidery. The moonlight has won the appreciation of the sky, and the association has repeatedly made the flat face.
Harmony is built on the basis of human beings, and the Chinese zodiac is ranked first. The 17th National Congress has opened the road to prosperity, and the country is strong and the people are rich and happy.
Year of the Rat Blessing Poem (four poems)
Year of the Rat Blessing Poem 1: Celebrate with us
The year of the Rat is blessed with nine songs, and the year of the Rat is blessed with three cups.
The Year of the Rat will be celebrated with fireworks and silver flowers, and the mountain treasures and seafood will be sprayed with golden fragrance.
This is the first year that the Godly Farmer has sown all the grains, and he has sung eight songs to beat the greedy rats.
Lin horn and phoenix hair increase the reputation of the country, the mouse must be a wonderful pen to point the spring light.
Year of the Rat Blessing Poem 2: The Country is Rich and Strong
The Great Sage is the only one who can get rid of the evils of the Buddha's path, and the canopy is the only one who can get rid of the evils of the Buddha's path.
The rat is jumping on the branch and the moon shadow is shaking, the spring ox is plowing the land and the fragrance of the grain is floating.
The cattle and horses are hard-working, and the pigs and sheep are full of wealth.
The tiger is more powerful than ever, and the Dragon Kingdom is proud of its greatness.
Interpretation:
According to the order of the genus, the first sentence is about the pig, which has been harvested; the second sentence is about the rat, which ushers in the auspicious year of the jade rat; the third sentence is about the ox, which belongs to the ox next year, which is a hardworking ox, and the fourth sentence is about the tiger, which is the hero of the dragon and the tiger and describes the prosperity of the countrymen.
The Year of the Rat blessing poem 3:
I, the south of the brief snowfall, ushered in the willow wadding delicate dancing; the north of the sinking thunder swift notification, awakening the earth Qingfen mud flavor. 2007 is so far away, it ride Chang'e rushed to the sky of the horn, which followed the river of time waves do not scare; the Year of the Rat is flat knocking on the door, 10,000 red couplets ushered in the New Year.
The old year is again gorgeous, eventually by the time to wash into the ageless memory, the past again Wanzhi, will also be the New Year's festivities washed away. At this moment, no matter how many thrilling events you have experienced in the past year, no matter how much brightness has blossomed in your passing resume; no matter what 2007 gifted you is self-doubt, or inexplicable emptiness, is a faint despondency, or wake up after the guilt of regret, can not be extinguished in the heart of the longing of the budding, and can not be calm in the future want to the tide.
Two, instead of reminiscing, as well as penetrating, time hard rock, actually softer than sand. As if it is still a high mountain, turned into a wind picked off the willow flakes. I listen alone, is the ebb and flow of life, is the original joy of the soul of the high tide I was singing, is the whispering of the song. I slowly taste, is the need to comprehend the cup of tea, is moored in the inspiration of the old wine, is unable to disguise the happiness of the jade liquid.
When I stand at the beginning of the New Year's scroll, the misty flora read as extravagant blessings, the heavy bells read as the finale of hope, 2007 laid out the scene, still squandering my nostalgia.
I balanced the equation of life with the double solution of gain and loss, I have the power to grasp the relationship between personal and social honor and disgrace. I revisit the diary of every drop of harvest, and sweat or luck related, I reread the resume of each set of footprints, is full of discretionary sweat, or other people's false sense of comfort. Until the ego's selfishness dissolves into fireworks on New Year's Eve, I realize that compared with the lost time, the gain is not worth mentioning.
Three, in fact, the spring has long arrived early in China, the spring breeze has long caressed the Chinese land. This year, the party's 17th National Congress was held triumphantly, is the best scenery of the divine state everywhere spring. Fading away from the poverty of my confused emotions return to gratitude, the gospel of well-off society, igniting my vision of the future. So, I waved the ink, seeking to prove the 5,000 years of civilization of the ancient country of youthful neat and right; I scribble, add a passion for writing a new Chinese New Year.
Despite the fact that there are also unexpected failures, crowded with memories that can not be scrupulously removed, but there is no need to sigh for the unpredictable past. When the young sun birds sing a happy tune again, I will be grateful to wipe out the heart of the dark track; when the fate of the journey I can not manage to go to the Bay Road, I will not be looking at the far side of the imagination as a swamp or a quagmire.
Despite the fact that there are still many difficulties in our country, unemployed brothers and sisters need to be settled with love, the hands of the rural migrant workers need to be concerned about the hand holding a white slip, the rules of the organization style urgently need to be resolved, the integrity of the system to be constructed to the lack of bricks and mortar. Despite the fact that corrupt elements are devouring and nibbling away at the people's interests bit by bit, our party is capable of cutting through the thorns, and our people are on their way to prosperity.
At this moment, the seeds under the snow and ice have taken off and are whispering their lungs to a better tomorrow; the sunshine in the south makes the flowers smile, and even the grasses know how to express their gratitude to the moist rain. Early risers father shoulder plowshare to the earth, plowshare fell pen is the melody of spring. And I am in the city of fast dialing knots, with my youth serving every part, spring ah is shiny steel flashing bright.
Four, the rusty suona was scrubbed by the breeze, put together a chopping new season. The dream of not dying was fresh sunlight, there will be no more world of separation. Rolling thunder of the horn so that the spirit for the wings of the soul transformed into the majesty of the plateau, sentimental camellias and colorful clouds in communication with each other **** song.
This time, received a letter from my mother's countryside, hush words, straight to my return. Sister rushed under the lamp on the insole is the silhouette of the countryside in the spring, idle and elegant cotton cloth, released my sister's classical and surplus love. I hide the concrete and steel hut, in the time of a second of rambling can not help but painfully remorseful.
Spring is not a person's stage, but I have to let miss dancing in my heart. The spring is not a person's festival, but I want to pour a glass of wine for myself a little drunk. Then comb through the records on the calendar, put down the hard-to-release emotions, and then, like a father to start. Fifth, in such a night, I want to put the written poetry to the spring breeze knocked over the window, so that the bustling people read the impulse of my dreams. The colorful lights flashing, can't melt my heart lonesome thoughts, I have been looking forward to 2008, should belong to the year of applause.
So I lit a candle and let all the blessings bathed in candlelight. In the watershed of the New Year and the old year, I want to sing, the night of the reunion of all families, thoughts like grass, has long been knotted up called touched by the dewdrops.
Year of the Rat Blessing Poem 4: 2008 Olympic Rhapsody
Add a stroke of the Yangtze River, I compose the call of blood is thicker than water, pick a snow lotus, blooming is the line of poetry in my heart.
Beijing in 2008, the Olympic wind will bathe the five thousand years of civilization, and the olive branches produced in ancient Greece will flourish in China's capital.
We beat the bronze drums, echoing the three mountains and five yueyue; we blow the suona, accompanied by singing the wind of the Great Wall. We hold a Taishan sunrise, so that the sacred fire is passed on in the 96 million square kilometers of the earth, and we open our hearts to welcome the dream opening of the Olympic Games in Beijing.
The torch lit on the Balkan Peninsula illuminates people who love sports, and the myth that a small village produces is a tournament of lifting arms into clouds and sweating. The competition unfolds at the sound of a fair whistle, and the feast of sport is more spectacular than ever.
Fuwa smile, see the combination of power and technology, see the spirit and civilization of the convergence. When people look up at the sky, the sacred fire has been the Forbidden City night sky lit extra blue, Zeus Temple Square lights, is reflecting the Beijing dewdrops hanging dawn.
We notarized this exciting moment, we remember this unprecedented, we referee every game, we taste the wine brewed with sweat.
Holding the sacred Olympic torch, mankind ran forward for more than a hundred years. What was sown was the seed of peace and what was harvested was the fruit of friendship.
People wore garlands woven of olive branches, and the bird's nest was filled with the whistles of beautiful doves. Each set of passionate movements is a human being writing atmospheric poetry.