Intelligent Flower Lantern Festival Zhou Bangyan The candle flames redden with the breeze; The lotus lanterns seem to freeze. The sky brightens the fair and the fair the sky. The titles are steeped in moonlight When fleecy clouds disperse in flight, The Moon Goddess would come down from on high. In elegant dress appear The southern maidens tender With waist so slender. The drums boom far and near, The crowd's shadows rise and fall, Fragrance wafts over all. I remember the capital's lantern night: A thousand doors overwhelmed with light, People made merry in laughter. From golden cabs silk handkerchiefs *ped down, The gallants ran after The cabs as dim dust raised by steeds in the town. But years have passed, Now I see only for my part With an unfeeling heart How time flies fast. The cabs will not come back again And people have sung and danced in vain.