What are the beautiful poems about the New Year Lantern Festival?

The beautiful verses of the New Year Lantern Festival are:

1. "Yuanxi Shadows and Ice Lanterns" by Tang Shunzhi

The trees are in full bloom, and the moon is suddenly reflected in the clear light. . The shark beads still carry water when they go out to sea, and the sleeves in the hall are full of coldness. The candles don't block the shadows in the sky, but the dizzy air 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. "There is no moon on Yuanxi" by Qiu Fengjia

There has been no moonlight on this eve for three years, so many bright moons should be in my hometown. I want to look for the moon in the sea and sky, and fly across the ocean in my dreams at the fifth watch.

3. "Celebrating the Lantern Festival among Guests" by Xiong Henghan

The earth is as spring as the sea, and the man's country is his home. Dragon lanterns and flower drums fill the night, and the long sword travels to the end of the world.

4. "Sheng Chazi" by Ouyang Xiu

On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.

5. "Water Orchid Slows the Lantern Festival and Feels Old" Duan Chengji

Jinwu couldn't help but play the flute and drum at night, playing the flute and drum as much as he wanted. Being blown away by the wind that stretches thousands of miles, the stars in the sky are blown down. Outside the imperial tower, in a fragrant and warm place, looking at the human world, there are immortal turtles rising from the ground. The red candles are shaking, the auspicious smoke is green and the chanting robes are stirred. Being old and embracing turns boring. What a shameful thing. When encountering beautiful scenery and good weather, the poetic mood gradually diminishes and the joy of drinking disappears. Thinking about the past, I can't see you now. I am so thin and emaciated. But it was a good moon at that time, and the plum trees were still shining brightly.