On both sides of the street, under the eaves of houses, upon large trees, and on wooden racks, all manner of lanterns were hung—some shaped like animals, others like flowers, and still some depicted landscapes. Each one looked exquisite, dazzling to the eyes.
There were young ladies who had arranged to view the lanterns together, softly discussing a particularly unique lantern with great interest; by Qu Shui, numerous people were squatting on the docks to release river lanterns, which, shaped like lotus flowers, dotted the calm water's surface. Their light mingled with that of the lanterns along the banks, creating a scene brimming with poetic charm.
Witnessing these scenes, a faint smile appeared on Mo Yan's face. Immersed in such an ancient-tinged atmosphere, she realized with utmost clarity that she had indeed become an "ancient person" from the stories of her past life.
"Sister, look, that rabbit lantern is so cute!" Xin Er, clutching Mo Yan's arm, excitedly shook it.