Prose, Lantern Festival is white and fat, sweet in heart, lanterns dim and burn at night.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, cut off impetuousness, cut off grievances, and go to the night party with a sad mood.

Tonight's Lantern Festival, the sweet feelings and blessings wrapped in jiaozi are wandering in the streets of Huaguang Baili.

Lanterns are strung together to light up the night. Red festivals invite people to guess the code words in the lights and watch the burning night together.

The sky is at the bottom, fireworks are in full bloom, and blessings are heard. They bloom over the town, slide down and finally fall into the heart.

A bag of Yuanxiao, round, full and white as the moon, is the romance left in the fireworks. Roll it up, it looks silly and funny. After entering the pot, it still jumps and rejoices, waiting for the mood to cool down, salvaging the moon into the water and tasting the sweet core.

Jinbei, slightly drunk, waiting for the return of relatives. The round table is not big, the food is simple, and there is jiaozi in the pot, and the smoke is curling up, looking forward to the family's little reunion.

Happy holidays, to accompany the people you love the most, spend a wonderful night, and move towards the years.

Sweetness into the bowl, happiness into the heart, tonight is different and the same. The busy streets are in stark contrast to the past. Holding hands and looking at the moon, there are still deep emotions flowing.

With leisure in life, people are no longer satisfied with monotonous things. Small dumplings can also be matched with rich colors. A bowl of gorgeous flowers, like a garden full of spring flowers, not only satisfies the eyes, but also makes people feel the sweetness in their hearts.

Try your best to make the day colorful, put it in a bowl, cluster around, enjoy it like a flower, taste it like honey, just like tomorrow, it will pay off.

It is night in the strip, and the lanterns are soft, hanging on the eaves and dancing like fairyland on earth.

Looking back at the bustling crowd, I am amazed at the beauty of this world. I'm in Liuguang Street, pacing on the road like during the day, as if I forgot the dark color of the night not far away.

Flaming lanterns decorate the fiery life, holding lanterns to bless the future days, happiness is the main theme, sadness is embellishment, the smile under the lamp is so beautiful, why not shed some tears.

The brightly lit night is lively and noisy. Touch it carefully, for fear of damaging this rare Fan Chang. The epidemic has made the excitement luxurious, and it needs a lot of quiet and silence to get the poetry tonight.

Solve the riddle on the lantern and the brain rotates in the streamer. The people and things reflected in the light will gradually become clear as people answer. By the way, there are too many unknowns in the future.

I am nostalgic for the charming transformation of lanterns. I have turned around this street for thousands of times, immersed in the strange night, and I can't bear to say goodbye at this moment.

No matter how beautiful the strip is, it will also walk into the tea garden. Finally, there is endless night, and it is inevitable that there will be some loss. Until a crunchy, a fire, break the silence, savage bloom.

Fireworks began to celebrate the Lantern Festival. The fireworks are provocative and dim the starry night. Enjoy the splendor of the sky in a quiet place, get drunk with the spring breeze and get drunk with your heart.

Evening is calm, fireworks are enchanting, and the sky in the town is boiling hand in hand. Looking up at the flowers in the starry sky, one after another, people forget the brevity of the flowering moment, leaving only the romance in full bloom.

Brilliant constantly take off, generate, colorful across the strip, the crowd cheered. At the moment of spring night, the world is worth it, the eyes are beautiful, and the ecstasy is ecstasy.

The wine is so bitter, but so sultry, I can't help feeling a little tipsy. I watched the fifteenth day of the first month drunk. From dark to midnight, it was a little hazy, but colorful.

On the Lantern Festival, I met a pool of spring scenery, salvaged the full moon in the mirror, and after the fireworks, it was silent, ending today and starting tomorrow.

After the festival, life will go on, leaving a lonely mood, collecting the dew of Xiao Chun and cooking the years to come.

Happy Lantern Festival!

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