1 Last year, the flower market was full of lights. At the end of the month, it is about dusk. The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.

2. Dress in Chinese makeup, and the lights on the Sixth Street make children angry. I am nothing but a gown, and I am also in the laughter of tourists.

3, love the Lantern Festival scenery, the moonlight is beautiful, and the lights are brilliant. The moon is full of ice wheels, lights burn the land and sea, and people step on the spring sun. Three beautiful things can win rewards, and four are ruthless and hateful. What I am afraid of is the dim light of the lamp, the quiet and desolate people, the corner of the south building and the west wing under the moon.

4. Zhongshan Xunzi leans on new makeup, and Zheng Nv Yanji is good at it alone. Sing the Xian Wang Chun Yuefu together, and the moon outside the golden beam bridge is like frost.

5. A moon without lights is not entertaining, and a moon without lights is not spring. Towards everywhere spring comes as seen here with lady fair, Over bright moonlit night flashing lanterns set off the moon as pure silver. All over the street, Zhu Cui swims around the village girls, singing and competing with the social gods. If you don't show your respect and smile, how can you get rid of this beautiful moment?

6, a hundred fire trees are precious, and BMW is full of incense. Fly Qiongjie to try the lamp, and endure to bid Tan Lang farewell. Once I pretended to be angry, once I smiled, and the little maid helped me. The stone bridge slipped and fished, and said to the mother in a low voice. Have you regretted this night? Afraid of entering the Guanghan Palace. It is better to go home, it is difficult to forget the past, and it is always a reunion month.

7. Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and the stars are raining. BMW carved cars filled the road with incense, phoenix and Xiao moved, pots of light turned, and fish and dragons danced all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread, laughter and fragrance go away. Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the fire was dim.

8. At the Lantern Festival last year, the flower market lights were like day. At the end of the month, it is about dusk. The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.

9. The Falun turns in the sky, and the Brahma sounds in the sky; The lamp tree shines thousands of times, and the flowers bloom seven times. The moon shadow is suspicious of flowing water, and the spring breeze contains night plums; Burning the golden land, the clock sends the glass platform.

10, the wind is slow and the moon is full, and firecrackers stay overnight. Not for the old, but for the beautiful. Year after year, how to send willow tips. Year after year, but at dusk early. Dong Lang still has time, and a hundred birds build a magpie bridge. Sigh Du Yuxin, Ling Feng knows.

1 1, jade leaks the copper pot and don't rush it, the iron door is locked all night; Who can sit around on the moon and smell the lights?

12, Jinli opened an aromatic banquet, and Lan Hongyan was in her early years. The color is far away, and the light is far away. After the Chinese suspect that the stars are falling, the building is like a moon hanging. Don't have a thousand smiles, come and show the front of the nine branches.

13, thousands of doors unlocked, and moved to Beijing in the middle of the first month. Three hundred wives danced in sleeves, and when they entered the sky, they wrote words.

14, the moonlight lamp mountain is full of the imperial city, and the fragrant cars cover the thoroughfare. In his spare time, he was unable to witness the grand occasion of the lantern festival in the year of zhongxing, and had to take the Fellow to see the temple fair to meet the god of Zigu.

15, lights Qiantang for three to five nights, the bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer, and there is no dust following the horse. Lonely mountain city people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the farming and mulberry society. The fire and cold lights are exposed with thin frost, and the clouds are falling in the wild.