Jiangnan spring
Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.
Zhang Hu in Tang Dynasty
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.
Have fun watching the lights.
Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Everything owned by the emperor is full of moonlight like water, lanterns like mountains, and gorgeous and eclectic carriages block the spacious avenue.
In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.
Good things near the spring rain are as fine as dust.
Zhu Dunru in Song Dynasty
The spring rain is as fine as dust, and the wicker outside the building is yellow and wet. Wind oblique embroidered curtain, screen window cold blue.
The beauty casually put up the lantern and leaned against Yao and Se Se, with tears streaming down her face. But on the purple sweet, ask Liaodong news.
The moon is full, and the spring breeze hangs on the branches of DOG early.
Li Zhizheng in Song Dynasty
I came to the branch of Momo early, and I tried on Luo's thin clothes first. Every year is fun, lanterns are competing, and the moon is full.
Without street flutes and drums, the cold night will last forever, and my hands will be heavy. More people dispersed, and thousands of laughter sounded in the curtain.