Night Lights on the 15th Day of the First Month Zhang Hu in the Tang Dynasty-Thousands of unlocked houses were brightly lit and moved to Beijing in the middle of the first month. Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant. "Six Poems on Last Yuan Night: Jade Leaking Silver Pots Don't Urge" Cui Ye in Tang Dynasty-Jade Leaking Silver Pots Don't Urge, and the iron locks are fully open. Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?
On the fifteenth night of the first month, in Su Weidao, Tang Dynasty, the fire tree and silver flowers were combined and the star bridge was locked. The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead. The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year. "On the fifteenth night of the first month, I can't wait to see the lights in Beijing." Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty-Moonlight filled the imperial city, with traffic and beauty. In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.
"The fifteenth day of the first month" Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty-an old acquaintance and a night outing. Spring breeze comes to the seaside and the moon is in the upper reaches of the river. Lights are everywhere, and music is everywhere. It's okay to think of Dili, not tired of Hangzhou. "In the Yuan Dynasty, the Purple Pole Palace watched the people of the country light Zhang Le". Sheep fans in Tang dynasty-the thoroughfare of mountain country, the purple altar of Yao is deep. Snuff helps spring awaken, dance and weave. Leisure is like lying in Huaiyang, listening to songs and singing. Only when you are enlightened can you talk about flying and sinking.
"The fifteenth day of the first month should be written (Shen Quanqi's poem)" Sun Wei in the Tang Dynasty-it fell on the third night, and the son of heaven was always in spring. The colorful warriors moved to two doors and hosted nine guests. Dance into a pale character, and the lamp is the king's wheel. Don't feel the oriental day, the algae are new.