正月十五,元宵佳节。耐不住父母的劝说,我丢下繁重的作业决定到夫子庙应景赏灯。夜幕初垂,天边的最后一缕霞光投在了乌衣巷的白墙黛瓦上,不久淡淡地隐去了——繁复的灯亮了起来。挂得高高的是经典的荷花灯,嫩粉的花瓣极有耐心地叠着,宛如女孩倒置的蓬蓬裙,花芯里是一截红蜡烛,燃着圣洁的光。再往下一点是眨着红玛瑙似的眼睛的兔子灯,它身旁的绢纸被剪成了 Lunar January 15, Lantern Festival. I can not bear the persuasion of parents, I left heavy work decided to Confucius Temple should enjoy the lights. As the night falls, the last rays of the horizon fall on the white-wall Daiwa in Wuyi Alley, and then disappear in a hint of light - the complicated lamp lights up. Hanging high is the classic lotus lamp, tender pink flower petals stacked very patiently, like a girl inverted puff skirt, the wick is a red candle, burning holy light. The next point was the rabbit light that winked agate-like eyes, and the tissue beside it was cut