As the sun sets, clouds float on the moon. Suddenly the stars become so bright. On the full moon night on the fifteenth day of the first month, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting the whole sky. The night sky seems to have been washed and frost is everywhere. On the streets of the ancient city, there are fire trees and silver flowers, brightly lit, colorful rivers, surging crowds, ethereal songs and many people. Colorful, dreamlike, "lights walk in the painting, people swim in the poem", everywhere can feel the atmosphere of singing and dancing, boiling joy. Lantern Festival carries people's hopes for the New Year, which is not only the inheritance of traditional culture, but also the expression of expectation and yearning for a better life.
In the first month of my memory, the moon was always so round and clear when the night was still. The bright moon reflected in the window, a pillow was desolate, and the moonlight spilled all over the floor, like snow and frost. Touch the brain, more and more confused. The sky is round, the earth is round, and the month to the fifteenth is an extra circle. The heart is round, the dream is round and everything is round. Lantern Festival, echoing the excitement of the Spring Festival, sings joyful songs, smiles against the spring breeze, opens my heart to recall, and lets my heart fly with my memory.
I remember the January evening that year, when the wind was full of eyebrows and the night was as cold as washing. Three or five old friends, meet in a street restaurant, drink, laugh and make noise. You're on the list. You are best dressed in plain clothes. Sitting there quietly, gentle, dignified and generous, smiling, the past scene is like a dream that has just disappeared, but now it is the New Year. I still remember that night in the old year, when the scene was particularly clear. But now it's just a lot of things, and I feel sad. Just want to ask again, where is the bosom friend? "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze". Every Lantern Festival, I always feel bored and sigh repeatedly. I have mixed feelings in my heart, thinking of the lyrics of Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty: "Last year, the Lantern Festival, the flower market was as bright as day. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see it last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt. "
"Every family exchanges new peaches for old ones every day", so the capital Chang 'an is a mottled and vicissitudes city, located in the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty full of century dust. I am getting old! Only those Qin bricks and Han tiles that seem to have been forgotten are still showing their former glory intentionally or unintentionally. Your new city, my old dream, blocked my view. Blurred my mind. The bleak winter has passed quietly. The changeable is always the human heart, but the eternal is my feelings for you. The cold wind blew away the past time.
Once upon a time, I drifted in this ancient capital, perhaps because of the barrier of Qinshan Hanshui River, perhaps because of the temptation of your thick history, which made me stop here. I greedily enjoyed the heroism of Qin Huang Hanwu and the free and easy of Li Bai and Du Fu. The setting sun shines on Mount Li, and the snow falls on willows. In this way, day after day, the seasons change. I live in the morning bell and dusk drum and get drunk in Qujiang, Liu Yin. This place has become my old capital.
I always feel that the days have passed quickly and I have come to this day with nothing to do. I am tired and relaxed in a biased corner of this ancient city, savoring the ancient and fresh breath, and talking softly with Tang poetry and Song poetry, pushing the pallor and strangeness everywhere behind me. I have settled here now.
Whenever night falls and the west wing is full of moons, I can't help but think of the places I have walked. In my memory, the names of many passing cities and streets have been forgotten, but this ancient city and every street will leave a deep impression on me, because every corner contains historical sites.
I often wander in the streets and alleys of the ancient city in the shadow of night and lights. I try my best to recognize the signs on the street gates and appreciate the markets with historical traces. The name of almost every street bears the rise and fall of this ancient city. They are all witnesses to the prosperous times of the Tang Dynasty. On the eve of the Spring Festival every year, the lantern festival on the Ming city wall began to be exhibited one after another. This is also the busiest time on the ancient city wall. When you climb the Ming city wall, you will find palace lanterns of various shapes and colorful lanterns. The city walls are brightly lit, illuminating the whole night sky. Crowds are surging and lanterns are intertwined, forming a paradise on earth.
Every year at this time, I will go to the city to enjoy the lanterns. It is the custom of the Chinese nation for thousands of years to enjoy the lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first month. Looking up at the bright moon in the night sky complements the lanterns on the wall. Moon dance in the thick city. This is the first full moon night of the New Year and the most lively Lantern Festival in the ancient city. This just feels the thick flavor of the year. Spring is back. The moon is high in the sky and there are thousands of lanterns hanging on the ground. This word vividly describes the noise of the Lantern Festival night. Render a gentle atmosphere, a hazy and quiet, graceful and soft artistic conception.
Every holiday season, it always touches people with a touch of sadness and lingering. The unforgettable past of that journey, who never longed for it, who never pursued it, made people helpless. Familiar figures always pass by. The old days still haunt me, but the spoony waiting can't change the fate of this life. How will the water fall? Looks like a stranger.
The feelings I once had, two affectionate love words, all disappeared in the years. Missed a flower season, even missed a lifetime. What a sad regret, what a heartbreaking pain! How much sadness and regret there are in the world, which makes you cry. Looking back, we can see that the old man is gone. He is lonely and indifferent. Even if he has tenderness, who can he talk to?
Things have changed, and I want to talk about tears. I live in the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, an ancient city with a heavy history. The ancient rhyme of Han and Tang dynasties, the legacy of pre-Qin, haunts my old dreams. As I walked and watched, I almost forgot the way I came and the way home. Maybe this is my home, my old capital. When the moon is full, the light and shadow remain the same.