Poems about going home for the Lantern Festival

On the fifteenth day of the first month, thousands of households in Zhang Hu were unlocked and brightly lit, and moved to Beijing in the middle of the first month. Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky. On the fifteenth night of the first month, Su Weidao's fire tree and silver flowers were harvested, and the star bridge was locked. The dark star goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes. Prostitutes are ruined, and songs are ruined. Today, I couldn't help staying up all night. In the Yuan Dynasty, Yantai Mountain is always full of gongs and drums at night, and the torch and golden vase are brilliant red. There are nine scholars and women on the moon in Duke Liedi's Lamp City. Jade flute sings all over the south of the Yangtze River, and wahoo can burn the north wind. Only the clear light is far away, and the hometown is the same night. There is no moon in January and no moonlight in autumn for three years. The moon should be in my hometown. I want to look for the moon in the horizon, dream in the middle of the night and sweep the ocean. Bianjing Yuanxi Li Mengyang Zhongshan Ruzi leans on the new makeup, and Yan Ji is the only one who is good at it. Sing Wang Xianchun Yuefu together, and the moon outside the golden beam bridge is like frost. "Watching Lantern" Tang Li Shangyin Moonlight Mountain is full of imperial capital, and cars cover the thoroughfare. 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. Tang Yin can't be a spring festival without entertainment and lights. Spring is everywhere, just like the lady seen here. On a bright moonlit night, flashing lanterns set off the moon like pure silver. The streets are full of Zhu Cui swimming around the girls in the village, singing songs and competing with the social gods. How can you get rid of this wonderful moment if you don't show your respect and smile?