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Brightening lanterns are like thousands of trees bursting into blossom in the wind blewn from the east on the night,
and also like shooting stars falling down just as meteor showers.
Perfumed roads are bustling with festival floats carried by the horses decorated in gems.
Phoenix-carved flutes are playing, bright moonbeams are lingering, and the dragon and fish shaped lanterns are moving around the whole night through.
Girls are all dressed up to the nines, chatting and laughing merrily , leaving scented atmosphere behind.
In the crowd I am searching for her a thousand times; suddenly, I turn my head around, seeing her standing at where the lantern light is dim.
PS Today is Lantern Festival; let us share the best peom ever that illustrates this romanic day!
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