Red lanterns bloom in velvet night,
Gold tassels whisper soft and bright.
Winter loosens, frost grows thin—
A lunar dawn is ushered in.
The drums awake the waiting street,
With lion steps and thundered beat.
Crimson couplets guard each door,
Brushing luck on threshold floor.
Incense threads through hopeful air,
Carrying wishes everywhere.
Old debts fade like dying snow,
New rivers of fortune start to flow.
In twenty-twenty-six we ride
The Horse with strength and fearless stride—
A year of courage, swift and free,
Of wild heart and destiny.
Hooves of fire across the sky,
Chasing dreams that dare to fly.
Not reckless flame, but guided spark,
A lantern blazing through the dark.
Families gather, plates aligned—
Fish for plenty, sweets for kind.
Laughter folds through steaming rice,
Memory warmed with ginger spice.
Red envelopes, crisp and new,
Pass from elder hands to youth—
More than money tucked inside:
Blessings, hope, and ancient pride.
Fireworks stitch the midnight seam,
Splintering the old year's dream.
Ashes fall like silver rain—
What was lost becomes our gain.
So lift your cup to sky and star,
To journeys near and roads afar.
May hooves beat strong in every heart,
As fresh beginnings rise and start.
let joy increase,
Let restless spirits gallop toward peace.
Under lantern glow we say:
Welcome, luck. Welcome, day. 🏮✨
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