一、谁家月光下能静坐，何处灯火中不留步。——崔液《上元夜六首》

二、繁彩缀天远，璀璨照地分。——卢照邻《十五夜观灯》

三、看灯记得年华时节。——赵佶《醉落魄·预赏景龙门追悼明》

四、今年元宵之夜，月与灯依旧相伴。——欧阳修《生查子·元夕》

五、去年同在此际，花市灯如昼盛开无穷。——欧阳修《生查子·元夕》

六、融和的春风里，你是否感受到微风轻拂？次第岂无风雨，这个佳节又如何？——李清照《永遇乐·落日熔金》

七、听闻马家那点粉好，不是吗？试着买些卖在风中的人们的元宵玩意儿吧！——符曾《上元竹枝词》

八、二千金笑颜映九枝前行走，那情景多么美妙啊！——卢照邻《十五夜观灯》

九、高高接汉疑星辰坠落，如楼似悬挂着月亮的姿态。——卢照邁n 《十五夜观灯》

十、大街上的箫鼓声响起，小人影交错穿梭，每个人都散发着香气麝香混合的独特芬芳。

十一、一树红花，一树白雪，星桥铁锁打开了大门。

十二，在京城里的每条街道上，都有华丽服饰和妆容鲜艳的人们聚集，为孩子们带来欢乐。

十三，从群品欣欣增添气色到太平依旧独自闲身，每个人都显得那么充满活力。

十四，在帝都的山巅，上空满布的是月光与灯火，那是一幅壮阔而又温馨的画面。

十五，当柳梢头升起第二轮黄昏时，我们约定好要见面。

十六，请让玉漏银壶不要催促，让铁关金锁彻底打开，让这份宁静延续到明晨。

十七，当内心深处有人连袖舞动的时候，是不是感觉整个世界都被我们的话语所包围？

十八，现在想想，就像对新月一样，也许今晚过得轻寒，无处小桥可寻找。

十九，我却不能看到城市兴旺的情景，只能羞愧地跟随乡亲们比拼紫衣裳装扮。

二十，钟声敲响时，大街上的笙歌渐渐散去，而十里之外，却只剩下寥寥数颗孤零零的地界燈火。

二十一，我也只是一个游人中的一个，他们笑我何为，但我仍在他们笑语中找到归宿。

二十二，有谁教导岁岁红莲之夜，我们各自知晓彼此的心事。但愿你们知道...

twenty-three

美人慵翦上元烛光薄弱，用泪水倚靠瑶瑟琴弦。你知道吗？

twenty-four

香气翻飞桂叶影下烛光细腻透亮，与宝石般匀称的靥膏相辉映。那是怎样的一番场景呢？

twenty-five

已难以听到那些声音，因为中宵已经过去，无用再提离别哀伤了。这是我最后一次...

Twenty-six, The moon is still so bright and clear like the old days when I was in Lin'an, crossing the river to the south. The scenery is still as beautiful as ever.

Twenty-seven, That's not dust or moonlight; that's how it was during last year's Lantern Festival.

Twenty-eight, In a street lined with silk fabrics and perfume shops at dawn on this day of lanterns and flowers.

Twenty-nine, Remember listening to music on previous Lantern Festivals? There were thousands of households singing along; there were thousands of people dancing together.

Thirty-one, To watch the beauty of this festive season on a cold winter night: Moonlight is so delicate; lanterns shine brightly.

Thirty-two,

Listen to music from past years' Lantern Festivals. How many families are filled with sadness; how many people are filled with resentment?

Thirty-three,

What else could make you come back from afar? Look at all those drugs sold in front of my house on Qingming Day! It must be because today is also the day for watching lanterns!

Flower time - where everyone enjoys themselves!

Thirty-four,

The fragrance of incense floats out from under my tented bed where I am blowing into a flute. Not a single speck of dust follows me.

Thirty-five,

All doors open their locks; all lamps shine bright. It's just before mid-month in January when everything comes alive in our capital city.

Thirty-six,

In your hometown tonight it must be Lunar New Year’s Eve. Sitting alone by myself in this barbarian village feels lonely and desolate.

Thirty-seven,

Let no one stop us tonight! Let no one hurry up our jade clock!

38th

The misty veil has yet to lift off your face. Suddenly, it turns into spring weather... going beyond Mid-Autumn Festival night.

39th

Snowflakes fall lightly upon nine streets' quietness while thousand lamp lights dimly twinkle within gates—so near yet so far away...

40th

It seems like daytime amidst ten thousand doors bustling with joyous laughter & merriment...