The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds combine. Where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring is known. On the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there is no wind and rain for the second time. Come and greet each other, enjoy the BMW, and thank him for his wine friends and poems.
In the sunny days of Zhongzhou, the boudoir has more leisure, so remember to pay more attention to three or five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, and cluster the belt to fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, afraid to go out at night. It is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Moonlight Mountain is full of the Imperial Capital, and fragrant cars cover the thoroughfare. In his spare time, he was unable to witness the grand occasion of the lantern festival in the year of zhongxing, and had to take the Fellow to see the temple fair to meet the god of Zigu. Silver flowers as shining Lanterns on trees blaze, This very night the bridge towards bright stars opens. The crowd surged, the dust float in the sky under the hoofs of the horses; Moonlight all over every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.
the wind sells crimson wax, and the dew shows red lotus, and the lights shine together. Guihua flowing tiles, gone, Su E wants to go down. One night's east wind adorns a thousand trees with flowers, And blows down stars in showers. Don't rush when the jade leaks from the silver pot, and the iron lock will be fully opened. Who can sit around on the moon and smell the lights?