Copywriting on lamps and lanterns

The lights poured down leisurely and landed in the soil, but there were no pedestrians on the road, perhaps because it was early in the morning.

Look, that "peacock" brings good luck and good wishes! Its green crown stands tall, its pearl-like eyes are bright, its bright red claws are shining, its colorful feathers are dazzling, and its golden wings are eager to fly, as if to compare with others.

The chestnut blue flash of the lamp enveloped the multi-storey building and took away the unnecessary brilliance of the moon and stars in the middle of the night.

Accustomed to the light in the dark. I am used to separating life from death. Lights, go out. Put out the light. So insensitive, so simple and boring. Until there is no breath, no soul. A lamp is a lamp, and it doesn't need to be remembered by others, let alone immortal.

The residual lamp on the table is like a bean, and the wax tears slowly accumulate into heavy water drops. Slowly flowing down like tears.

Yes! Lights can accompany you quietly for a lifetime, but people who love each other may not.

The street lamp is already on. In the square glass cover, the light of the clear oil lamp appears more lonely in the cold wind, and the shadow of the lamp post lies lightly in the snow.

Lights, sometimes lighting tools, are also the only spiritual pillar in the dark environment.

On the two bridges across the river, the magnolia-shaped bridge lights form a bright light belt, which extends to the other side of the river in the boundless darkness. Cars shuttling across the bridge are like fireflies, flashing, and crawling quietly like a long glowing dragon.

Needless to say, a lamp is a lamp. Glowing is a natural thing. Plain, looking for yourself and feeling the truth. Waiting for darkness, waiting to be illuminated. Any praise or criticism has no value or meaning. Bright is bright, dark is dark.