The Lantern Festival celebration wasn't yet over; the observance of the lanterns would last until the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.
Lu Tong made his way through the throng of performers, and before him appeared a mountain of lanterns.
But calling it a lantern mountain wasn't quite right; it was actually an entire street. Overhead, a long line had been strung up, adorned with countless silk lanterns. Beneath each lantern hung a small red strip with a riddle written in black ink. Those who guessed correctly could take the strip down and exchange it for a piece of candy from an old man sitting to one side.
It was prepared for the children.
The silk lanterns hanging overhead bathed the entire street in a red, luminous glow. Countless people walked by, creating a lively atmosphere.
