One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
2, Ouyang Xiu's' Raw Tea Original Xi'
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
3, Liu Chenweng's' Willow Branches, Chun Qing'.
Iron horse felt, silver flowers shed tears, and spring entered the city of sorrow. Playing the flute, playing drums in the street, not singing. That's as good as sitting alone. Miss the old country, miss the high platform and miss the bright moon. The scenery under the mountain, the years in the mountain, and the mood at sea.
4, Li Qingzhao' Eternal Happiness Sunset Melting Gold'
The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
5, Liu Chenweng's' Chanting Fish and Writing the First Love of the Month'.
On Chu Qingyue, the clouds are far away, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain. Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. When you are displaced from place to place, the wind blows for three to five times, and it is the most bitter to be able to say what you want. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, can't sleep, drums all over the village.
6, Zhao Ding's' Partridge Day, Jiankang Shangyuan Zuo'.
When the passenger road moved in chronological order, it suddenly surprised Momo Branch. The ends of the earth are sad, thinking of the heyday of that year. Flowers make a shadow, the moon flows brightly, and the Crystal Palace flies five times. I clearly felt Hua Xu's dream, and when I looked back, I was full of tears.
7. Wang Pan's Ancient Lantern Festival.
Listening to the Lantern Festival, celebrating the New Year, singing and dancing. Listening to Yuanxiao, at today's age, Qian Qian has a million worries and grievances. Where is a red BMW? Just send ancient trees to Western jackdaw at dusk. Poetry has dried up, wine has dried up, spring breeze has been ignored, and plum blossoms have withered.
8, Su Weidao' fifteenth night of the first month'
Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens. The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead. The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
9. Yangzhou Lantern Festival
Three minutes on a moonlit night, a small red building in Yangzhou.
10, Wang Anshi light link
Lights on, lights off, lights off. Flying tiger flag, flying tiger flag, flag rolling tiger hiding.