七   律 

                                                                                除夜作

                                                                         天地悠悠运不停，

                                                                         四时渐渐又逢春。

                                                                         一年风物向宵尽，

                                                                         无数华灯达旦明。

                                                                         爆竹声中感旧事，

                                                                         葡萄杯里寄新情。

                                                                         流光每每抛人去，

                                                                         从此朝朝惜寸阴。