In the lantern’s gentle glow, a tale unfolds,
Of laughter shared, and stories old.
The dragon dances in the night,
Beneath the moon’s soft silver light.

In gardens where the peonies bloom,
Their petals whisper, dispelling gloom.
Red envelopes clutched with eager hands,
A symbol of love that understands.

The tea’s warm steam, a fragrant mist,
Each sip a memory, a tender tryst.
The calligraphy of joy, in each stroke,
An artful promise never broke.

As fireworks paint the sky so bright,
Hearts are lifted in pure delight.
In every smile, a thousand suns,
Chinese happiness, where life begins.