The classic verses recited during the Lantern Festival are as follows:
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and even the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Three or five nights in the Qiantang with lights, the bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of the sheng was blown under the tent, and the musk deer was vomited, and there was not a trace of dust following the horses. People in lonely mountain towns are old! He plays drums and flute, but joins the farming and mulberry community. The fire is cold, the lamp is thin, the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds are dimly hanging in the wild.
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. ?On the willow branches in the moonlight, people meet after dusk. ?On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. ?I don’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
The fertilizing water flows eastwards endlessly, but I am not in harmony with the lovesickness at the beginning. In the dream, I saw nothing like a painting, and in the secret I was suddenly startled by the cry of a mountain bird. The spring is not yet green, the hair on the temples is beginning to grow, and it will be sad to see the world for a long time. Who taught me that every year the red lotus is on the night, the two places meditate and know each other.
Thousands of riders try out spring outings, and the light rain stops like a crisp. It can make old guests return to Jiangdong and stay late. White wine silently purges oil. The planet is in chaos with flying fire, and the green waves are about to flow. It's not as cold as Baiyun Township, but gentle. This is the first state in Huainan.
I heard that Chang'an has a good night with lanterns, and the carved-wheeled horses are like clouds. Penglai Qingqian faces the goblet edge. The Jade Emperor blooms and the blue falls, and the silver world loses its dusk. Who can see the haggard guest from the south of the Yangtze River, walking lazily and worriedly in the world of beauty. The cold fragrance condenses beside the small screen. When the wine is strong, spring falls into a dream, and the window is broken, the moon is looking for someone.