The beautiful verses of the Lantern Festival are as follows:
The flower market is dust-free, and the gates are like embroidery. The delicate clouds and auspicious mist envelop the stars. The agarwood is cold and the makeup is still there, but the light dream in half a quilt is as thick as wine. ——Mao Pang's "Traveling on the Shasha·Yuan Xi" The altar is full of mellow wine and ice syrup, and guests are invited to light up the Lantern Festival with new lights. ——Zhao Shichun's "Two Poems of the General Rong Family of Yuanxiao Drinking Pottery" Thousands of doors are opened and thousands of lights are lit, and the capital is moved in the middle of the first month. Three hundred ladies danced with sleeves and sang words as soon as they entered the sky. "Lights on the Fifteenth Night of the First Month" Author: Zhang Hu
Compared with the ordinary clear scenery, it is the first time of reunion. The shadow moth suddenly spreads its first string, and its brilliance borrows from the palace lotus. The seven treasures are cultivated into a jade, and the wheel is in the sky every year. ——Nalan Xingde's "Qing Ping Le·Shang Yuan Lunar Eclipse"
Listen to the Lantern Festival, you can hear the noisy past years, thousands of families singing and dancing. ——Wang Pan's "Ancient Toad Palace·Lantern Festival" The wind is slow and the moon is full, and the firecrackers stay up all night long. Not for those who have passed away, only for the beauties. Year after year, where can I send willow shoots? Year after year, the evening comes early. Dong Lang still had time to build a magpie bridge with hundreds of birds. Du Yu's heart is filled with sighs, and Lingfeng knows it. ——Long Smoke from the Ancient Castle "Lantern Festival Night" On Lantern Festival this year, the moon and the lights are still the same. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
The incense of the sheng is blown under the tent and the musk deer is breathed out, and there is not a trace of dust following the horse. ——Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua·Mizhou Shangyuan" The trees and silver flowers bloom together, and the iron locks of the star bridge open. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the person. ——Su Weiwei's "The Fifteenth Night of the First Month"
Three or five nights in Qiantang, the bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a painting. The incense of the sheng was blown under the tent, and the musk deer was spitting out, 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.
Huanxi Sha·Spring thinning branches after plum rain