The east wind makes a thousand trees bloom at night – An appreciation of ancient poems on the Lantern Festival
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The first one is definitely his; the last few lines are probably ones that everyone can recite easily. \"Qingyu An·Yuanxi\" [Song Dynasty] by Xin Qiji: The east wind makes thousands of flowers bloom at night. More fell, stars like rain. The scent of BMW car incense fills the road. The sound of flutes resounds, the light in the jade pot shifts, and all night long, fish and dragons dance. Moths, snow willows, and golden threads. Laughter lingers as a subtle fragrance fades away. I searched for him a thousand times among the crowd. Looking back suddenly, there he is, in the dim light.
\"Sheng Chazi·Yuanxi\" [Song Dynasty] Ouyang Xiu: Last year on the Lantern Festival, the flower markets were as bright as day. The moon rises above the willow branches; we’ve arranged to meet after dusk. On this New Year’s Eve, the moon and the lanterns are still there. The person from last year is gone; tears wet my sleeves in this spring.
\"The Lantern Festival\" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty: Flaming trees and silver-like flowers fill the sight with red hues; loud drums and music fill the spring breeze. New love brings worries in haste; old memories haunt one in dreams. May it be a temporary bond of affection; let the moonlight remain misty forever. To enjoy the lanterns, one needs to be drunk; next year, we may not meet again.
\"The Lantern Festival\" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty: Lights without the moon fail to bring joy; a moon without lights is not considered spring. When spring arrives, people seem like jade; under the light of lamps, the moon appears like silver. Village girls adorned in jewels fill the streets; music and songs fill the air, competing with those of the village deities. How can one enjoy this wonderful moment without smiling and raising a drink?
\"Butterfly Loves Flower: The Lantern Festival in Mizhou\" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: On those three or five nights when lanterns shine in Qiantang, the bright moon is like frost, illuminating people as if they were paintings. The flute plays softly amid the fragrance of musk; not a speck of dust follows the horse. In the lonely mountain town, people grow old! Playing drums and flutes, yet joining the agriculture and sericulture society. Flames fade, lamps dim in the frosty dew; misty snow and clouds hang over the fields.
No Moon on the Lantern Festival, by Qiu Fengjia of the Qing Dynasty: For three years now, there has been no moonlight on this night; surely the bright moon is in my hometown. I wish to seek the moon amidst sea and sky; at dawn, I fly in dreams across the vast ocean.
The Lantern Festival in Kyoto by Jin Yuanhaowen: Everywhere people are dressed in fine clothes and ornaments; the streets are lit up with lights as children have fun. I too am but a man in a long robe, amidst the laughter of passersby.
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