Thanks for the ancient lyrics about fireworks.

On the fifteenth night of the first month

Su weidao

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

Prostitutes are all Li, and the songs are good.

Jin Wu can't sleep at night, and Jade Leaks doesn't rush each other.

On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month.

bright red

The silver flowers of wahoo are red,

Expose the sky and advocate the spring breeze.

When the new lover is busy,

Memories of the past are creepy.

I hope I can become an adult,

Might as well be hazy for a long time.

It takes time to get drunk while enjoying the lights.

Not necessarily next year.

Those charming eyes

Zhao yanduan

The banquet of Shi Jun's family. Plum powder tries spring flowers.

The fragrance is faint, the shadows of the trees are horizontal, the moon is light and the wind is oblique, the branches of red candles are hung, and the powder wax is luxurious.

Yuanxiao is near, the small garden tries first, and the fire tree is silver.

Niannujiao

Wu jingkui

Dongyang Laozi, pray for God, twice as much as 60.

The first time Meng Wei's spring didn't come, it was last year's garrison.

The silver flowers of the wahoo tree bloom for three nights and shine in Vimo's room.

Only under the garden tree, strive to see the infinite life Buddha.

Human nature is at the peak, dry and bright, and the clock is ringing.

Thirty years in the tin jungle, the mud of the jade lamp is still wet.

The white clouds on the ridge are so comfortable that they are afraid of being blown away by the wind.

The dharma body is powerful. When you rub it, ask Tong Di.

Note: the hibiscus is a firework.