"Ziyu, Qian Dong, are you going to the Fisherman's Pier to watch the river lanterns tonight?" After work, Zhao Xing asked his two younger comrades.
"No." Qian Dong shook his head. "The River Lantern Festival is really not that interesting. Not even a few young maidens, and it's terribly eerie. What's there to see? It's far inferior to the Grass Fighting Festival or the Spring Festival."
"You only care about seeing girls." Zhao Xing laughed and slapped him lightly on the back, then turned to Chen Ziyu, "What about you?"
"I will go, but I might not be able to go with you, Brother." Chen Ziyu replied, "I have to go with my father to sell lotus lanterns."
The river lanterns of the River Lantern Festival, also known as lotus lanterns, were made from lotus leaves, clay, gouache, cloth, and paper sewn together.
After crafting, they would write the names of deceased relatives on the outer layer of the lantern and place a candle in the center.
