1. "Yuanxi Shadows and Ice Lamps"
Tang Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty
While I was pitying the fiery trees for their beauty in spring, I suddenly saw the clear light reflecting the moon. The shark beads still carry water when they go out to sea, and the sleeves in the hall are full of coldness.
The candles do not block the shadows in the sky, but the faintness seems to be seen from the moon. In order to borrow the east wind for a while, I can still enjoy the rest of the night.
2. "Lantern Festival"
Ming Dynasty Tang Yin
If there is a lamp but no moon, it will not entertain people. If there is a moon but no lamp, it is not spring. When spring arrives in the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp is burning, the moon is like silver.
The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, and the village girls are dancing and playing and singing with the gods. If you don't show your beauty and open your mouth to smile, how can you spend this good time?
3. "Lamp Market Tour"
Fan Chengda of the Southern Song Dynasty
Wutai, a prosperous place in ancient and modern times, prefers Lantern Festival lantern shadow plays. It's sunny before spring and after twelfth lunar month, so lanterns have been set up on the streets.
Stacking jade with thousands of threads is like a ghost's work, but cutting through thousands of eyes is a labor of poverty. The two products compete for the new ones and are the first to come out, and don’t wait for the east wind to come in three or five years.
Erlang was tired of planting wheat and hoeing, so he took some time off to look at the city. The wine shop is full of music and singing, and the nights are as long as the first half of the first month.
The disasters and injuries were less than three times worse, and the people's spirits were as strong as the spring in the cold year. The Nong family was also fortunate to have less wasteland, so they realized that the lamp market in the city was good.
4. "Jie Yuhua·Shangyuan"
Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan
The wind sells the flame wax, the dew is in the oven, and the light of the flower market shines on each other. Guihua flowing tiles. The thin clouds dispersed, and Geng Geng Su'e wanted to descend.
The clothes are elegant. Look at Chu Nu, her waist is slim. Flute and drums are noisy, figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer.
Because the capital city is open at night. Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, I am laughing and wandering. Tin Chelopa. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust and horses.
Time is the same. All I see is that the old love fades away. Clear the leakage and move it away, the flying cover returns, stop dancing and sing.