China Valentine's Day, also known as Begging for Clevership Festival or Seven Clever Days, is now also known as Oriental Valentine's Day. This is a traditional festival in ancient China. On the night of the seventh or sixth day of the seventh lunar month, women will beg for wisdom and intelligence from Vega in the courtyard, so it is called begging for intelligence. On this day, unmarried girls will put on holiday costumes, seek cleverness together, play together, or go out to play while calling friends, so Tanabata is also a festival for unmarried girls.
According to records, Qixi Qiaoqi Festival originated in the Han Dynasty. There is a saying in "Miscellaneous Stories about the West Cool" that women in the Han Dynasty often wear seven-hole needles in the building on July 7, and everyone does. This is the earliest record of Qiao Qi in Chinese ancient books, which originated from the worship of natural stars and the admiration of female needle-piercing skills. Later, Tanabata was endowed with the myth and legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and became one of the most romantic festivals.
China's Valentine's Day gift.
Rose: If I were a well-behaved person, I would definitely send her roses. She doesn't like flowers on weekdays, and of course she doesn't like roses. But on Valentine's Day last year, I clearly saw something called envy in her eyes. But I don't think I will send her a bunch of roses. If I want, I will give her one, or just a car or a boat, if you know what I mean.
Candy: If I were a warm and sweet person, I would send candy. My girlfriend likes candy, which is why I think of candy. I really appreciate those creative candy merchants, because not only the candy is delicious, but also the packaging is exquisite. When I think of college, a boy used to put candy and all kinds of strange erasers in a glass jar with lucky stars in advance. I don't know why or why.
Love poem: If I am a person who has no money to buy flowers and is too lazy to calculate, I will ... you know what I will do. Poetry is a mysterious thing. Don't think I'm wrong. My thoughts are mysterious, and this poem is even more mysterious. It seems too sad to be afraid to be with you. I would rather be a lamb and stay by your side. I hope you can gently hit me with a fine whip every day. Of course, if I could write better myself, I wouldn't need this.