1. Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi"
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and 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.
Moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Since ancient times, there have been many poems about the Lantern Festival, but this one by Xin Qiji can be said to rank first. This poem starts from trying to exaggerate the colorful and lively scenes of the Lantern Festival, reflecting the image of a woman who is aloof, indifferent, superior to vulgarity, different from the gold and green makeup, and embodies the author's aloof character who is unwilling to join the world after being politically frustrated. Wang Guowei's "Human Words" believes that the realm of this word is the third and final highest realm. The realm of this word has completely transcended the realm of literature and reached the realm of Zen.
2. Ouyang Xiu's "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xiu"
On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
During the Lantern Festival, men and women in ancient times could travel freely, which provided an opportunity for unmarried men and women to meet and socialize. Therefore, many love stories will happen during the Lantern Festival. This poem is about the date of the Lantern Festival from the perspective of a woman. Its content is similar to the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hu's famous work "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City": "On this day last year, in this gate, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected each other's red. Where are the human faces now? ? The peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.”