Intelligent Flower
Lantern Festival
Zhou Bangyan
The candle flames redden with the breeze;
The lotus lanterns seem to freeze.
The sky brightens the fair and the fair the sky.
The titles are steeped in moonlight
When fleecy clouds disperse in flight,
The Moon Goddess would come down from on high.
In elegant dress appear
The southern maidens tender
With waist so slender.
The drums boom far and near,
The crowd's shadows rise and fall,
Fragrance wafts over all.
I remember the capital's lantern night:
A thousand doors overwhelmed with light,
People made merry in laughter.
From golden cabs silk handkerchiefs *ped down,
The gallants ran after
The cabs as dim dust raised by steeds in the town.
But years have passed,
Now I see only for my part
With an unfeeling heart
How time flies fast.
The cabs will not come back again
And people have sung and danced in vain.