"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A string of bonfires were lit, from the plains city, to the grassland tribes, to the forest stockades in the mountains.
Under the burning flames, the common folk sang and danced.
Roast meat, rice wine, singing, dancing—on New Year's night, they let themselves revel to their hearts' content.
The children ran back and forth, holding sugar figures and pinwheels in their hands, chasing and roughhousing.
The elderly sat amid the crowd, watching the lively figures before the bonfires, laughing happily.
And the young men and women tore into big chunks of meat, drank from big bowls, circled the bonfires singing and dancing, celebrating this year's harvest and offering blessings for the coming year.
Bonfire after bonfire flared to life on the lands around Phoenix Mountain, scattered like stars yet densely covering the earth, proclaiming the multitude of people under Phoenix Mountain's banner and its flourishing, prosperous splendor.
