Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

1. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

On the Lantern Festival night every year,

There are bright fireworks.

Looking at it year after year,

Still surprised

That wonderful work,

People like it very much.

Bang, bang, bang

Flowers bloom in the night sky.

For an instant,

The night sky is brilliant.

Dazzling,

Doubt to enter paradise wonderland.

Watching fireworks,

Red, white, yellow, green, blue and purple,

As gorgeous as a hundred flowers.

Covering the night sky,

Extremely luxurious.

Look at the beautiful scenery,

Like a neon,

Like colored lights,

In various ways,

Rich and colorful,

I can't describe it too much.

Some fall like stars,

Some are full of trees and flowers.

Ah! Spectacular!

It's beautiful.

I also saw a strange sight.

Smoke after lead flowers are scattered,

Like ice flowers and trees,

A jade leaf with ice branches,

Like coral flowers,

I was shocked,

See you next year.

2. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

The moon has a round jade curtain.

Shangyuan's time is tonight.

Fire tree and silver flower day and night.

Colored lights are hung high and dancing everywhere.

Friends and relatives are full of joy.

Affectionate and heart-to-heart

A full glass of mellow wine.

Invite the moon to accompany you.

Ten thousand street lamps are like fireworks.

sleepless tonight

time flies

I walked in the quiet street.

Listen to everyone's heart

Excitement arises spontaneously.

The smiling face of yuanxiao

Echoes in the air again and again

The beauty of those moments

Wave after wave like an avalanche.

Resounded throughout the Year of the Loong.

douse the glim

Small lantern

Wandering on the long street

Send blessings to everyone.

People passing by

Happy Lantern Festival

Lively as ever.

Sneak into the crowd

Behind the noise is happiness.

The moonlight dimmed in the light.

3. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

Look at people or lights?

Look at the lights, or at people?

Here comes the yangko team.

Here comes the team on stilts.

Here comes the dragon dancer,

Here comes the donkey rider.

Here comes the roller coaster,

Here comes the juggler.

Floating again and again,

Slogans after slogans.

The gongs and drums are loud,

Shock makes people deaf,

The eyes of the people watching are all spent.

4. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

Tragedy of Yutu

Sing the emotion of fireworks.

Missing in a candle

Stroking the body of the night

The burning cigarette in your hand

Tengna is melancholy.

Restore the old smile on your face.

The silence of Chengdu at night

Eyes of hope

Search among the thin branches.

Emerald life season

Smile and laugh

Tears of love are crying

During the festival, Crystal Street has become a deserted street.

The wind put on your clothes.

Clouds that can turn into the moon.

Poems of the Moon Falling

Write a passionate story

snowy day

Every piece has withered.

Everyone has a green heart.

The splendor of fireworks

Put yellow and green every year.

5. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

Looking at the Lantern Festival on the edge of the Spring Festival

Eager to speed up the day.

Like a high-speed train

Arrive in the south immediately

After the Lantern Festival

Eager for a regular life

Seen from the moon.

Desire to be a step

A lantern and a bowl of glutinous rice balls.

Eat jiaozi's table, or

This is the moon.

The New Green of Spring Festival and Lantern Festival

6. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

Yuanxiao avenue

Huadeng bridge

The goddess who scatters flowers in spring is wonderful.

Yuanxiao avenue

Shehuonao

Long Teng Shi yue le Xiao Yao

Yuanxiao avenue

Tangyuanxiao

Sweet dreams burn

Yuanxiao avenue

Yueerjiao

Tuan Tuan yuan xing Fu Bao

7. Classical modern poems of Lantern Festival

Lantern, dragon lantern, dragon dance, lion dance.

Romantic season.

The inevitability of excitement.

Yuanxiao, Tangyuan, liqueur, sweet, sweet, sweet.

Babao rice, Laba porridge, white sugar sago soup.

The fire of life is better than a hug.

Plum blossom fragrant quilt, soft cotton.

The rattan bed of the mane tree is bound in my heart.

How far is it? Nowhere to ask.