Lantern Festival poems related to writing brush

Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and rice is like a pearl well.

I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind.

Sweet osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and pearl-like glutinous rice is washed with well water. It is said that Ma Siyuan's dumplings are well made, and they sell Yuanxiao in the wind under the lamp test.

2. Lantern Festival?

The moon without lights is not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring.

Spring is everywhere, just like the lady seen here. On a bright moonlit night, flashing lanterns set off the moon like pure silver.

The streets are full of Zhu Cui swimming around the girls in the village, singing songs and competing with the social gods.

How can you get rid of this wonderful moment if you don't show your respect and smile?

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Such a night can't be enjoyed without bright lights and high moon. Such a night, without the bright moon and lights, can't be considered as spring. Spring comes to the world with light steps. Beauty is as beautiful as flowers, lanterns are burning with happy smiles under the moon, and the moon is like mercury. The streets are full of jewels and emeralds. It's a village girl's spring outing, with loud songs and melodious sheng pipes. This is a young man competing with the god of the club. If you don't have fun and laugh, how can you live up to such an auspicious day? ?

3. Liu Zaoqing Chun Qing?

Iron horse felt, silver flowers shed tears, and spring entered the city of 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.

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Mongolian cavalry in blankets can be seen everywhere. After the national subjugation, people went to see the Lantern Festival, and the lanterns seemed to be accompanied by tears. Spring came to this terrible city, and the Yuan army beat gongs and drums in the streets and played the flute with a Mongolian accent. Where can there be a little spring? Seeing and hearing, my heart is very unpleasant!

Sighing in the dim light, sad and boring life torments people. In this bright moon hanging in the lantern market of Shangyuan, I miss those fallen buildings. The nostalgic scenery of the capital of Lin 'an, the lonely years of seclusion in the mountains, and the princes and ministers of the small court who fled to the seaside, how can they resist the enemy and revive the motherland? I can't be calm for a long time!