As the lanterns flicker with the falling stars, the moon hangs in the heavenly heart, illuminating the night tower.
Golden flowers and silver trees sway in the wind, the shadows of ornate wheels and fine steeds ebb like tides.
A fragrance stretches for ten miles, enticing the old gourmand, laughter and merry songs echo until the morning rooster crows.
Beaded curtains and emerald canopies conceal fine wine, the colorful market astonishes the townsfolk.
Moths and snow willows woven in golden threads, the sound of the Phoenix Flute stirs as the Jade Pot empties.
On such a fine night, why not burn the silver candles, the lights of ten thousand homes reflect brightly on the creek.
Raising one's gaze, countless lights stretch to the horizon, merging with the starry sea under the night sky, flickering lights dance between the lamps and gold foil, elegantly dressed young men and women in pairs enjoy the prime of life.
