1, "The fifteenth night of the first month" (Tang) Su Daowei, the fire tree and silver flowers, the star bridge lock, the lamp tree shines thousands of times. As soon as the moon comes. Prostitutes are all plum ears, and songs are all lost. The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year. Fifteen nights watching lanterns (Tang Dynasty) A fragrant banquet was held in Lu Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan. The color of the mattress is far away and the light is far away. 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.

2, "Liu Zhi Chun Qing" Liu Chenweng iron horse felt, silver flowers shed tears, spring city sorrow. Playing the flute, playing drums in the street, not singing. That's as good as sitting alone. Miss the old country, miss the high platform and miss the bright moon. The scenery under the mountain, the years in the mountain, and the mood at sea. "Poetry" (Song)) Jiang Baishi Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus boat, and the BMW car meets the cymbals; On a stormy night, people go to the empty building, and the lonely lamp still calls for selling glutinous rice balls. "Poetry Yue" (Song Dynasty): Guests look at the Imperial Street with a hook curtain. The treasure in the city came soon, and the flower stand in front of the curtain had no way out, so it refused to take the money back.

3, "Yong Yu Le Bi Yue Chu Qing" Liu Chenweng Bi Yue Chu Qing, Tai Yun is far from light, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain. Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. The fragrance overflows, and the wind blows three or five times, which is the most bitter. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, the residual cylinder sleepless, full of village drums.