Ancient poems about Lantern Festival

Last night in the Yuan Dynasty

Cui ye

Don't rush the jade and leak the copper pot, the iron lock will be opened all night;

Who can sit on the moon and smell the lights?

Watch the lights for fifteen nights

(Tang) Lu

A fragrant banquet was held in Jinli, the early year of Lan Hongyan.

The color is far, and the light is far.

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.

Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.

(Tang)

Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.

Three hundred wives dance with sleeves and write in the sky.

Poetry theory

(Tang) Li Shangyin

Everything owned by the emperor is full of moonlight like water, lanterns like mountains, and gorgeous and eclectic carriages block the spacious avenue.

In his spare time, he couldn't witness the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Zhongxing, so he had to take his fellow villagers to see the temple fair and visit Zigu God.

Poetry theory

(Song) Jiang Baishi

The Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus boat, and the BMW car picks up the cymbals;

On a stormy night, people go to the empty building, and the lonely lamp still calls for selling glutinous rice balls.

Poetry theory

(Song) Jiang Baishi

The honored guests look at the Imperial Street with a hook curtain, and the treasures in the city come at one time.

There is no way out for the flower stand in front of the curtain, and there is no money to refuse to pay back.

(Note: Treasure here refers to Yuanxiao)

Jade case element Xi

(Song) Xin Qiji

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.

BMW carved cars full of incense, the phoenix moved, the basin lights turned and the fish dragon danced all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was there, and the fire was dim.

Yuan, production inspector

(Song) Ouyang Xiu

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.

At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.