Lantern Festival

"Shangyuan Night"

(Tang Dynasty) Cui Ye

Don't rush the jade leaking copper pot, the iron gate is locked with gold Leave it on all night long;

Who can sit idle when seeing the moon, and where can I hear the light but not look at it?

"Watching Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night"

(Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin

A banquet in Jinli, with orchids and reds in the early years.

The colorful flowers are far away from the ground, and the bright light is far away in the sky.

The stars are falling in the Han Dynasty, and the moon is hanging by the building.

Don’t have the smile of a thousand gold, come and reflect in front of the nine branches.

Lights on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month

(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Hu

Thousands of doors are opened and thousands of lanterns are lit, and the capital is moved in the middle of the first lunar month.

Three hundred wives danced with sleeves and sang lyrics as soon as they entered the sky.

Poetry:

(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin

The moonlight lanterns filled the imperial capital, and the fragrant chariots and treasures covered the narrow thoroughfares.

I am prosperous in my spare time, and I am ashamed to chase the countryman Sai Zigu.

Poem:

(Song Dynasty) Jiang Baishi

During the Lantern Festival, people compete to see lotus-picking boats, and BMWs pick up and drop diamonds from incense cars;

Wind and rain Late at night, when everyone has dispersed, the solitary lamp still calls out to sell Tang Yuan.

Poetry:

(Song Dynasty) Jiang Baishi

The distinguished guest hooks up the curtain to look at the royal street, and the treasures in the market come for a while,

in front of the curtain The flower stand has no way to travel, and the money will not be returned without money.

(Note: The treasure here refers to the Lantern Festival)

"The Blue Jade Case on Lantern Festival"

(Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji

Blooming flowers on an east wind night Thousands of trees are blown down, and the stars are like rain.

The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW carvings, the sound of phoenixes, the light of pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long.

The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in the dim light of the fire.

"Shengchazi Yuanxi"

(Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu

On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon reaches the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.