"Lantern Festival..."
Liang Qu was holding a lantern, twirling it around; the entire lantern was quite exquisite, the size of a small watermelon, from the handle to the support that propped open the lantern, all made of delicate, ivory-white ivory.
Unconsciously, a month had passed since he arrived in the Imperial Capital.
The New Year's festivities were about to end.
...
Whoosh.
Pop!
It wasn't dark yet when the first firework, amidst the play of children, whistled into the night sky and exploded into a faint orange hue.
After that, like the first rooster crowing in the chicken coop at dawn, the whole Imperial Capital became restless, with incessant screeching, like meteors streaking in reverse across the sky.
Liang Qu looked up in wonder; he had never seen such a lavish display of fireworks. In the blink of an eye, as night fell, the sky turned into a basket of intricately woven flowers, pushing out large blooms of various vibrant colors.
