The moon without lights is not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring.
Spring is everywhere, just like the lady seen here. On a bright moonlit night, flashing lanterns set off the moon like pure silver.
The streets are full of Zhu Cui swimming around the girls in the village, singing songs and competing with the social gods.
How can you get rid of this wonderful moment if you don't show your respect and smile? Tang Bohu's poems are very good.