"Fireworks Show" by Qu You of the Ming Dynasty: The smallpox blooms countless times in the middle of the month, and colorful auspicious clouds surround Jiangtai. Falling to the ground, the stars suddenly dispersed, and the sound of rain swirled in the sky. Angrily hitting the jade bucket and turning over the clear snow, bravely stepping on the golden wheel to cause thunder. More and more people are gradually dispersed, and the colorful lanterns are picked up by the pole.
Xin Qiji, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote in "The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi": Thousands of flowers bloomed on an east wind night. It blows down even more, and the stars are 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. The moths are covered with golden threads of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. Searching for it thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there in the dim light
The eternally famous poem "Giving Fireworks to Those Who Set Off Fireworks" by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty: The ingenuity of the human world surpasses the craftsmanship of heaven, and the refining of medicine and lighting of lamps is the same in the daytime. Catkins fly to the ground, and the ground is white.
The peach blossoms have fallen and the steps are all red. The night after tomorrow, I will turn over the flowers and put on the brocade again. Don’t worry about the east wind blowing in disorder.