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Verses and ancient poems praising the Lantern Festival

The ancient poems praising the Lantern Festival include: "Lantern Festival", "Light Market Tour", "Jieyuhua·Shangyuan", "Shengchazi·Yuanxi", "Watching Lanterns on the 15th Night", etc.

1. "Watching Lanterns on the Fifteenth Night"

Tang Dynasty - Lu Zhaolin

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

The colors are far away, and the 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.

Translation:

In the gorgeously colored lights, the couple held a banquet to celebrate. Under the exquisite lamps, the young people looked even more bright and beautiful. The brilliant colors of the lights seem to separate the earth from a distance, and numerous lights dot the sky far away. The lights and fireworks connecting the Milky Way seem like stars falling down, and the lights leaning against tall buildings look like the moon hanging in the sky. There is also a beautiful woman’s beautiful smile reflected in the nine-branched firelight.

2. "Partridge Sky·Dreams on Yuanxi"

Song Dynasty - Jiang Kui

The fertile water flows eastward endlessly. At first it was not the same kind of lovesickness.

In my dream, I saw nothing like the blue sky, and I was suddenly startled by the cry of mountain birds in the secret.

The spring is not yet green, but the hair on the temples is first. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time.

Who taught me the red lotus night every year? The two places meditate and know each other.

Translation:

The vast ocean of fat and water flows eastward, and it never stops. If I had known that today would be a miserable day, I really shouldn’t have been suffering from lovesickness in the first place. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and the portrait cannot be seen clearly, and this kind of erotic dream is often awakened by the cry of the mountain bird.

The spring grass has not yet grown green, and my temples have turned into silver threads, and I am getting old too fast. We have been apart for too long, and slowly all the pain will be gradually forgotten by time. But I don’t know who it is that makes me think about the reunion nights year after year. Only you and I understand this feeling.

3. "Jie Yuhua·Shangyuan"

Song Dynasty - Zhou Bangyan

The wind sells the flame wax, the dew is in the oven, and the light of the flower market shines on each other. Guihua flowing tiles. The thin clouds dispersed, and Geng Geng Su'e wanted to descend. The clothes are elegant. Look at Chu Nu, her waist is slim. Flute and drums are noisy, the figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer.

Because the capital city is open at night. Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, I am laughing and wandering. Tin Chelopa. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust and horses. Time is also. All I see is that the old love fades away. When the leaks are cleared and the flying caps return, stop dancing and stop singing.

Translation:

The candles burned in the wind, the night dew soaked the lanterns, and the lights on the street reflected each other. The bright moonlight illuminated the roof tiles, the faint clouds dispersed, and the radiant Chang'e floated down. The clothes are so exquisite and elegant, and all the southern girls have waists as thin as a pinch. The streets and alleys are filled with the sound of flutes and drums, the crowds of people are moving, and the fragrance is lingering on every road.

I couldn’t help but think of the night of lights in the capital, when thousands of households were decorated with lanterns and colorful lights as if it were daytime. The girls went out to enjoy the scenery with smiles, and from time to time someone left the ropa on the incense car. Where we are destined to meet each other, we will definitely fight horses and let the dust fly. The capital must still be the same this year, but my old feelings have completely faded away. It's not too early for the clock to slip. Let's take the bus back and let people sing, dance and play to their heart's content.

4. "Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu"

Song Dynasty - Ouyang Xiu

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

On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk.

On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

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

Translation:

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

5. "Lantern Festival"

Ming Dynasty - Tang Yin

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 playing and singing with the gods.

How can we spend this good time without showing off our beauty and opening our mouths to smile?

Translation:

On such a night, if there are only bright lights and no bright moon, it will be impossible to enjoy it. On such a night, if there is only a bright moon and no bright lights, There is no hope for spring.

Spring comes to the world with light steps, beauties are like flowers and jade, lanterns burn with joyful smiles under the moon, and the moon is like water and silver.

The streets are filled with jewels and emeralds shining brightly. They are village girls on spring outings. Their singing voices are loud and their pipes are melodious. They are the young men who are worshiping the God of Saishe.

If you don’t have fun and laugh, how can you deserve such an auspicious day?