1, the first modern poem of Lantern Festival
Jade Rabbit's elegy, singing the emotion of fireworks blooming, missing in the candlelight, stroking the body of the night, lighting a cigarette in his hand, making you feel melancholy and melancholy, and also making your past smile, fragrant the silence of Chengdu night, eager eyes, looking for it in the thin branches, and smiling in the green season of life. The splendor of fireworks makes it yellow and green every year.
2. Modern Poetry of Lantern Festival (Part Two)
Look at people or lights? The lights give off colorful light. People are full of fragrance. The eyes are hidden and the heart is swaying. Intentional or unintentional collision, intentional or unintentional conversation. Colorful lights and colorful dreams. The pace is getting slower and slower, and the mind is getting farther and farther. In a trance, the woman in red flashed through the crowd, turned around, but disappeared.
3. The third modern poem of Lantern Festival
The round moon is shy and far away. Looking at the lanterns hanging high on the Lantern Festival, the fireworks are full of bright and festive people. The girl who is in love with spring lingers in front of the lamp, and the flower-like reflection makes people intoxicated. The double-decade relationship begins to bloom, and the shyness is full of beautiful faces. I made an appointment for today's light show last year, but the light and shadow overlap and I can't see your face. Have you forgotten the old fate long ago, leaving only the memorable and lingering vernacular?
4. The fourth modern poem of Lantern Festival
When the red berries on the branches bid farewell to first frost, the prelude of the Lantern Festival began to ring. When people are still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the Lantern Festival carries romance and sings for us. There is no need to wait for the fifteenth wave. The streets are full of flowers, so you don't have to wait until the Lantern Festival to laugh. My heart is full of fragrance. Look, the Lantern Festival dances in the light of colored lights, and the colored lights shine in the Lantern Festival.
Lantern Festival is wrapped in wishes, colorful lights are filled with thoughts and memories of intoxicated scenes. With a circle of longing, lit a little warm, charming eyes. Transpiration is overflowing in the corners of the mouth, and the beautiful images in the eye frame are familiar, wandering in the streets, listening to every flowing heat wave. The golden rooster has announced the dawn, happy Spring Festival.
5. Modern Poetry of Lantern Festival Chapter 5
Without composition, shadows come and go. I danced with the lamp spontaneously. Last January, I scooped the sea water, reflected melancholy, climbed the sky lanterns for blessing, gongs and drums roared, and laughter swayed. The enthusiasm for thinking is still under the water. I fished the moon around the wind and sailed the boat as a lamp, regardless of the waves scraping the shore, and the old traces overlapped with new ones.
Noisy and noisy, tourists are weaving, fireworks are falling, and laughter is raising the night. On my eyelashes, there is a sea of people, watching the dragon and lion jump, the stars fade, the sound is turbid, the smoke is vertical, the flags are scattered, the firecrackers are red, and the moon is silent.