The famous ancient poems about the Lantern Festival are as follows:

1. On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. ——Ouyang Xiu "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"

2. The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, the wind flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moon is covered with golden wisps of snow and willows, and the fragrance is filled with laughter. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he found that man in a dimly lit place. ——Xin Qiji's "Qing Jade Case·Yuan Xi"

3. If there is a lamp but no moon, it will not entertain people. If there is a moon but no lamp, it is not spring. When spring arrives in the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp is burning, the moon is like silver. The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, and the village girls are dancing, and the gods are playing and singing. If you don't show your beauty and open your mouth to smile, how can you spend this good time? ——Tang Yin's "Lantern Festival"

4. When the east wind blows in Zifu at night. Stepping into the lotus field, Li accompanied others to return. At five o'clock, the music and songs disperse, and the moon is bright and the lights are sparse. The fragrance is sweet and the dream is beautiful. The end of the world is cold and spring clothes are gone. I don't know where the Phoenix City is, there are only a few stars flying in the sky. ——He Zhu "Siyue People·When the East Wind blows out of Zi Mansion at night"

5. Walnuts are wrapped in sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, and glutinous rice is like pearls washed out of well water. I heard that Ma's rice dumplings are good, and they sell Yuanxiao in the lantern style. ——Fu Zeng's "Shangyuan Zhuzhi Ci"

6. Thousands of doors are opened and thousands of lights are lit, and the imperial capital is moved in the middle of the first month. Three hundred ladies danced with sleeves, and for a while the sound of lyrics was heard in the sky. ——Zhang Hu's "Lights on the Fifteenth Night of the First Lunar Month"

7. The Kaifang Banquet in Jinli, the orchids and reds in the early years. The colors are scattered far away from the ground, and the bright light is far away in the sky. The stars are falling when the Han Dynasty is suspected, and the moon is hanging by the building. Don't have a daughter's smile, come and reflect in front of the nine branches. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Watching Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night"

8. The moonlit lantern mountain fills the imperial capital, and the fragrant chariots and treasures cover the narrow thoroughfares. He is prosperous in his spare time, and he is ashamed to chase fellow villager Sai Zigu. ——Li Shangyin's "Poetry"

9. The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people? The willow smoke is thick, the plum flute is played with resentment, how much spring is known? The Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, the order Is there no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a horse, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Paved with emerald green crowns, twisted with golden snow willows, and clustered with ribbons to support Chu. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter. ——Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le"

10. If you have a white head and missing teeth, don't let your laughter bring you down. Infinite heaven and earth, present and past, humans are among the four. The stinky and rotten magic is all gone, the noble and the humble, the virtuous and the foolish are equal, and the creation is like a child. The old Buddha is even more laughable, talking about wonderful things in vain. Sitting on a pile of grasshoppers, walking and chatting, and setting up a dragon bell. Sometimes there are three or two cups, and the wine is light and drunk. Forty-nine years ago, one hundred and eighty-nine people were walking on a narrow road, leaning against the east wall with a stick. What is the difference between the old state and the young man? ——Xin Qiji's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

11. I miss you more and more every night, I am saddened by the bright moon, I miss you and my brocade quilt is cold. ——Wei Zhuang, "The longing for love every night in Huanxi Sand is even more lingering"

12. Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, especially in the fairy mansion in Qingqiu. ——Liu Yuxi "Playing with the Moon in the Peach Garden on August 15th"

13. After the war, the countryside was deserted, and the flesh and blood were scattered on the road. ——Bai Juyi's "Feelings at the Moon"

14. Flying mirror under the moon, clouds and sea towers. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at Crossing Jingmen"

15. Yesterday the wind blew and no one could see me, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

——Bai Juyi "Watching the Moon in Huanting Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"