On the night of the Lantern Festival, I walked alone in the lively lantern festival. The moonlight is like water, and the lanterns reflect each other, just like the Yao Pond descending on the world. Under the lights, people are either in groups or alone, and everyone's faces are filled with festive joy.
I shuttled between all kinds of lanterns, round or square, red or green, in different shapes. Some lanterns are painted with flowers, birds, fish and insects, which are lifelike; Some are traditional story scenes, such as "Tang monks learn scriptures" and "mother-in-law tattoos", which are very emotional. Each lamp seems to have a story to tell, and they are silently told, inviting people to stop and admire.
At this time, a melodious sound came into my ears, and it turned out to be a folk band playing and singing. That ** is like a mountain stream and a clear spring, washing the soul. People swayed gently with **, as if returning to their childhood. When I was a child, I used to carry a small lantern to chase and play with my friends, and the laughter and laughter of that time still echo in my ears today.
Suddenly, a burst of aroma came to my nose, and I followed the aroma, which turned out to be a vendor selling sugar gourds. The sugar gourd is crystal clear, sweet but not greasy, and people can't help but think of their relatives in the distance. I think of my elderly mother, when I was a child, she would always lead me to walk through the lantern festival, holding a sugar gourd in her hand, and teach me to recite ancient poems about the Lantern Festival.
Before you know it, it's late at night. I reluctantly left the Lantern Festival. Back home, lying in bed, those colorful lanterns and wonderful ** are still circling in my mind. This night's Lantern Festival is so beautiful.
Life is like a dream, and there is a light in the dream. The lantern festival is not only a feast of light, but also a sustenance for the soul. On this beautiful night, may everyone find their own light.