1, Lantern Festival?

A hundred fire trees are expensive, and BMW is full of fragrant dust. Fly to Qiongjie to test the lamp, and bear to bid farewell to Tan Lang. Once I pretended to be angry, once I smiled, and Meidochan helped me. ?

Stone bridge fishing, whispered to his mother. Do you regret this night? Afraid of entering the Guanghan Palace. It is better to go home, it is hard to forget the past, and it will always be a reunion month. ?

2. Night lights on the fifteenth day of the first month?

Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.

Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky.

3. Yuan Xiying's permanent ice lantern?

I was pitying the flaming tree, Qian Chunyan, when suddenly I saw the clear light reflected from the moon. ?

There was still water when I went out to sea, and my sleeves were all cold.

Candles don't interfere with shadows in the air, and the moon makes me dizzy. ?

I borrowed it temporarily, so I'll try my best to come at night. ?

4. Poetry?

Everything owned by the emperor is full of moonlight like water, lanterns like mountains, and gorgeous and eclectic carriages block the spacious avenue. ?

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. ?

5. Kyoto won-hee?

Tourists wearing beautiful clothes have entertainment activities everywhere. In the streets and alleys, children's laughter and jokes are very obvious. ?

I am just a gown, and I am also in the laughter of tourists. ?

6. Watching lights for fifteen nights?

Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.

The color is far, and the light is far. ?

After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.

Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

7. Shangyuan Zhi Zhu Ci?

Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and rice is like a pearl well.

I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind.

8. What's the matter?

Midnight, the purple is clear, and the ring rings in the deep clouds. Dance like a dragon and a phoenix, and step into the clouds.

Yao is simple and heavy, feather is light, and golden boy is bright. Three Hunan, five orchestras share the same folk music, long live the Millennium, the imperial era. ?