Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
Dry kunkong, years go to the church;
The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.
Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;
There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.
Six night poems at the end of Yuan Dynasty, the first part.
Tang Dynasty: Cui Ye
There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.
Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?
Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.
Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.
On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month
Tang Dynasty: Su Weidao
Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.
The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.
The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.
The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
Watch the lights for fifteen nights
Tang Dynasty: Lu
Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.
The color is far, and the light is far. ?
After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.
Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.