What poems about the Lantern Festival do you know?

I saw a modern poem before. I immediately copied it into a notebook and found that it was quite long...

Author: The flower-gazeer who went out of town

You are crowded with people in the crowd,

The crowd Crowding you in the crowd. (It’s similar to when you look at the scenery on a bridge, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs)

Looking at people, or looking at lights?

Looking at lights, or looking at People?

With many people, there are many lights.

More lights, more people.

The lamp reflects the person, and the person reflects the lamp.

People are in lamps, and lamps are in people.

Is the lamp beautiful, or is the person beautiful?

The person is beautiful, or the lamp is beautiful?

The fifteen pills I just ate in my belly,

The round ones can no longer be round,

The sticky ones can no longer be sticky,

The sweet ones cannot be any sweeter,

The soft ones cannot be any softer Yuanxiao. ,

It’s making trouble...

(This Lantern Festival, as white as snow, is a secret in itself!)

Look at the people, or Looking at the lanterns?

Looking at the lanterns, or looking at people?

The lanterns shed colorful glow.

People are full of fragrance throughout their lives.

Eye and eye catch and hide,

Heart and heart are swinging.

Intentional or unintentional collision,

Intentional or unintentional striking up a conversation.

The lights are beautiful, and so are the dreams.

My steps are getting slower and slower,

My thoughts are getting further and further away.

In a trance, the woman in red flashed in the crowd, (immediately thinking of the ten thousand years when Zixuan and Changqing met)

Turn around, but disappeared again.

Looking at the people, or the lights?

Looking at the lights, or looking at the people?

The yangko dance team is here,

walking on stilts The team is coming.

Here comes the dragon lantern dancer,

Here comes the one riding the donkey backwards.

The land boat racer is here, and the juggler is here.

The juggler is here.

One float after another,

one after another with slogans.

The noisy gongs and drums

made people’s ears deafened,

the eyes of those who watched were dazzled.

Looking at people, or looking at lights?

Looking at lights, or looking at people?

Looking at others is also being looked at by others,

If you step on others, you will be stepped on by others.

Light, light, light up others,

Light up yourself too!

Lamp lit by life,

Who is not to continue writing the legend of his own life?

And I, have

lost myself while looking for beauty?

Looking up suddenly, I I saw the big and bright full moon in the sky

.

Looking at people, or looking at lamps?

Looking at lamps, or looking at people?

I came to heaven awake,

Still drunk and swaying in the world...

This poem uses the same image in different word orders to create a graceful beauty, like a graceful woman. (Actually, I prefer to use Wandering)

What I like the most is the last sentence, which highlights the beauty of the street scene from the author's point of view, as if he has come to heaven, but also like the intoxicating beauty of the human world. But is it the street scene or the beauty that is intoxicating?