Qu You's Fireworks Show in Ming Dynasty: In bloom, there are countless months, and five auspicious clouds surround Taiwan. When I fell to the ground, I was surprised to find that Xing Cai had dispersed and it was raining in the air. Rage at the jade bucket and turn over the fine snow, bravely step on the golden wheel and thunder. What's more, people have gradually dispersed and the pole has won the lantern back.
Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Yuan Yu Case": A thousand trees bloom in the east wind at night. Blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Look in the crowd. Looking back, the man was in the dim light.
Zhao Mengfu's famous poem "Giving Fireworks" in the Yuan Dynasty: The world is wonderful and wonderful, and the medicine is bright. Liu's ruins are white,
Peach blossoms are all red. Turn over the flowers and brocade at night, and don't worry about going to the east wind.