The night in Tianjie is as cool as well water; Looking up at the starry sky on the couch, Altair is facing Vega. Interpretation: This is about the loneliness and bitterness of the life of frustrated maids.
The first sentence is about autumn scenery, and the word "cold" is used, which implies the crisp atmosphere in autumn and shows the inner loneliness of the hero. Write two sentences to kill time and relieve depression by flapping fireflies.
Three words: I can't sleep at night, waiting for good luck, taking the street as water to compare your love as ice. In the last sentence, I admire the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to express my grief.
Heng Tang retired and commented: "Layers of scenery are a painted figure painting. Just the word' lying down and watching' will make you feel smart. "
An ancient poem about Tanabata: Watching Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, leading the cowherd and weaver girl across the river bridge. -Lin Jie's "Jojo" makes the night cool like water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.
-Du Mu's "Autumn Night" When you meet with the golden wind and jade dew, you will win countless people. -Qin Guan's "Qiao Yun the Queqiao Fairy" is an Altair, a Hehan female.
—— The anonymous Altair is tender as water, and its ceremony is like a dream, patiently taking care of the bridge. -Qin Guan's "The Queqiao Fairy and the Thin Cloud" What happened to the double star tonight? Leave me a hook in front of the court.
-De Rong's "The Second Chapter of Qixi" The human dream is separated from the west wind for several days and years. -Wu Wenying's "Cherish Autumn Flowers, Tanabata" hates the world, and there will be less and more, and it will last forever.
-Zhang Cong's "Sheng Jin Qixi" Every family looks at the autumn moon and wears HongLing. -Lin Jie's "Jojo" lies watching the morning glory weaving stars, and the moon turns to the shadow of the buttonwood tree.
-Lu Zhi "Drunk Dongfeng Tanabata" On this day, the Sixth Army was stationed in Malaysia, and the cows were laughing at Tanabata at that time. -Li Shangyin's "Ma Wei Er", the weaver girl sends the morning glory to the sunset, and the bridge is long.
-De Rong's "Second Tanabata" Double Star Night, lazy farming and weaving, deserves the envy of the gods. -Fan Chengda's "Queqiaoxian Qixi" is as touching as ever.
I am afraid that the autumn wind will give birth to the road. -Wang Jian's "Qixi Song" He Huanlou wears a needle, and the first month shows the jade plate diarrhea.
-Yan Rui's "The Beginner of Wu Bi".
2. Modern poem Tanabata.
You are the seventh day of July, and I am the seventh day.
We are destined to meet at Magpie Bridge on this day.
Time flies, and the silver man is drifting away.
Follow you from generation to generation and never give up.
Today, so many flowers are in full bloom
Magpies and flowers surround us, and the river flows slowly.
Every voice is an ode and a blessing to true love.
Every movement is a caress and a sweet hug.
My love for you has never changed.
Please don't say that you and I are in the end of the world.
Our hearts are angels with wings.
What's more, there are magpie bridges flying over.
Loving you is the happiness of my life and the virtue of my previous life.
Hold your hand and walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
This is not just a dream that shouts to you a thousand times.
To "Valentine's Day in China"
( 1)
This day
Watch the sunset with a pen
Write poems on the sunset glow
A line of magpies flew away quietly.
Fall into the galaxy
Between the earth and the moon
Floating connector
(2)
Xie's daughter is very sad.
Tan Lang's wish to say continues.
Put secular love
In the sad and happy script
Repeatedly chanting for thousands of years.
In the end, it became hesitant autumn waters.
In the autumn galaxy
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
(3)
I looked out in the moonlight in Jiangnan.
At night in the north, you lean against the railing.
I don't know who will receive the first tear of Cowherd and Weaver Girl?
Then carefully dyed a touch of blue.
From then on, all the eyes of famine in the world
Everything is covered with tenderness.
Tanabata dream
( 1)
I often break my fingers.
Count the distance of years.
But I can't figure it out.
How long should a day be?
On the folds of shallow grass and deer snow
I became an immature fish, trying to
In the shadow of your tears
Repeated soaking
(2)
Never changed, miss you.
If I miss you,
This is just an extravagant hope.
Elegant, arrogant, sad and beautiful, tragic
Quiet, confused, deep and desolate.
3. The Modern Poetry of Tanabata The Modern Poetry of Tanabata Part I: Who spilled the tears of lovesickness on the banks of the Milky Way at the beginning of the star? I hope Xiange will be silent in the northwest. It is difficult to meet Xiange in the southeast. It's hard to hug each other. I can't stop complaining about my endless feelings. I am full of heartfelt complaints that the night is over, and I am rushing to break the river. I hope the feelings of Tanabata will accompany me forever. I hope the world will never look forward to the second part of the modern Qixi poem: listen again.
On July 7th, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet in the sky. Every time we are not together, it is even sadder now! Cowherd and Weaver Girl will never come back! Dream of the Milky Way at night and get drunk every day.
Tears glistened on distant stars. Asking for the moon knows who it is for. Modern Chinese Poetry on Qixi (Part III): There are stars in the moon, and the breeze lingers. You and I held hands and planted love flowers on the lake until the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when the flowers flew over the garden. The moonlight is full of your infatuation. I have been lovesick for many years. It is a love poem treasured in my heart for many years. Xiaoyue hangs a curtain and draws an eyebrow eye for you. In the picturesque years, I painted a thousand times of infatuation in the world of mortals. Because of your company, life under the moon is no longer lonely. On the night of Tanabata, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are reunited forever, and the eternal farewell resounds through the lake under the moon, allowing the breeze to climb to the top of the East with thoughts. So I hope to sing, and the strings are not disorderly. The flowers planted before the moonlight flowers will be full of carved columns on Qixi, and I don't want to be with you. I just want to miss my most beautiful romantic, ten-fingered sleep. The fourth chapter of modern Chinese poetry on Tanabata: Meet on Tanabata night. Acacia and love overlap on the magpie bridge. If possible, cross the starry Milky Way and scoop out the water of the Milky Way with a spoon. In order to be with you, I am desperate.
Chapter 5 of Modern Poems on Tanabata: A drop of dew falls from the distant heaven, which is the sweat of the cowherd and the tears of the weaver Silianfu. Dewdrops with too much sadness flashed across the sky like meteors and fell under that frame. Can Supa's heart be as crystal clear as this drop of dew, so that each other can see the way to meet? No more angry winds swept across the sky with silver hairpin. I hope this night can meet like Tanabata today, and magpies can't be in this tearful family.
4. What are the autumn nights about Qixi in modern poetry? White candlelight reflects the barren painting screen; I have a small fan in my hand, patting the firefly gently. The night in Tianjie is as cool as well water; Looking up at the starry sky on the couch, Altair is facing Vega.
Interpretation: This is about the loneliness and bitterness of the life of frustrated maids. The first sentence is about autumn scenery, and the word "cold" is used, which implies the crisp atmosphere in autumn and shows the inner loneliness of the hero. Write two sentences to kill time and relieve depression by flapping fireflies. Three words: I can't sleep at night, waiting for good luck, taking the street as water to compare your love as ice. In the last sentence, I admire the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to express my grief. Heng Tang retired and commented: "Layers of scenery are a painted figure painting. Just the word' lying down and watching' will make you feel smart. "
Ancient poems about tanabata;
1. On Tanabata, watch Bixiao tonight and let the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl cross the bridge. -"Jojo" by Lin Jie
2. During the day, it is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. -Mutu's autumn night
As soon as Jin Feng Yu Lu met, she won countless people. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"
4. Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan female. -Anonymous "All the Way to the Altair"
5. tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to go back to the bridge. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"
6. What happened to the Double Star tonight? I left a hook in front of the court. -De Rong's "Two Tanabata Songs One"
7. The dream on earth is separated from the west wind, which counts as a moment in the sky and years. -Wu Wenying's "Xi Qiuhua Qixi"
8. hate the world, stay less and stay more, and last forever. -Zhang Cong's "Gold Medal, Tanabata"
9. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. -"Jojo" by Lin Jie
10. Look at the morning glory and Vega, and the moon turns to the buttonwood. -Lu Zhi's "Indulge in the East Wind, Tanabata"
165438+- Li Shangyin's "Ma Wei Er"
12. Weaver sends morning glory to the sunset, but the magpie bridge is long. -De Rong's "Two Qixi Songs, Part Two"
13. On the night of two stars, you are lazy to plow and weave, and you should be envied by the gods. -Fan Chengda's "Queqiao Xiantanabata"
14. Their feelings are still lingering. I am afraid that the autumn wind will give birth to the road. -Wang Jian's "Qixi Song"
15. The needle-piercer is in Hehuanlou, with high diarrhea in the first month. -Yan Rui's "Wu Bi Chu Chu"
5. A modern poem about Tanabata, Tanabata, you are the seventh day of July, and I am the seventh day of the seventh day. We are destined to meet on this day, and leave time in a hurry. Yin and Han will follow you from generation to generation, and we will never leave you today. So many bloom flowers fall, magpies are surrounded by flowers, and the river flows gently. Every voice is an ode, a blessing of true love, and every movement is a caress. All are sweet hugs. My love for you has never changed. Please don't say that you and I are both ends of the earth. Our hearts are angels with wings, not to mention flying bridges. Loving you is the happiness of my life. It is the virtue of my past life that holds your hand. Through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, I didn't just shout "To Chinese Valentine's Day" to you a thousand times in my dream (1). The sunset on this day was full of poems on the sunset glow, and a flying magpie quietly carried it and fell into the Milky Way. (2) Thanks to the woman's sadness, Tan Lang felt sad. Never sing earthly love repeatedly in a sad and happy script. Finally, it turned into hesitant autumn water and rolled in the galaxy. Ups and downs (3) I look at you in the moonlight in the south of the Yangtze River and lean against the fence at night in the north. I didn't know you and me. Who will receive the first tear of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and then carefully dye it with a touch of blue? Since then, all the eyes of famine in the world have been covered with tenderness. (1) I often start with the distance of an index year, but I can't figure out a day. How long should I stay on the folds of asakusa and deer snow? I became an inexperienced tail.
In July, I found my heart this afternoon. Only half of your sweet voice threw me into the heart of a petal covered with sunshine. It no longer belongs to me and my season, it becomes bright and windy. Hands up, the wind blows away and hides. Your eyebrows, your face and your eyes make me clear at dusk. My night is covered by cicadas outside the window, and I cry out your name, my name, my name, my name. You look at me, the willows in your gentle eyes are no longer cold or rainy, and we are playing and singing beside me, holding hands. Your warm tea is smiling, and the moon stars are rare. I just want to kiss your beautiful book. Your shadow smoothed the wrinkles, and my shadow followed thousands of ancient poems and circled in the middle. All the love of Tanabata will be eclipsed on the seventh day of July, all the true feelings will be pious, and all the stories will be pure. Tanabata will be a love road, which will last for thousands of years, a bright moon and a A Dai moon. It's like a day of reincarnation. All the love that goes straight ahead will be eclipsed on the seventh day of July, all the true feelings will be pious, all the stories will be pure, and all the stories will be gloomy ... Tanabata is warm when there is no sun, and a glass of wine, a cigarette and a person's Valentine's Day will be transmitted in the form of radiation.
Two lines of tears, a few poems, how much sadness is hard to say. Wandering, wandering for you, gradually learned to grow up.
Lonely, haggard for love, slowly understand heartbreak. How many times, I called so deeply.
How many times, I cried so lonely. But in the end, you're still not around.
In the end, you didn't come back. Heartache, already deeply tired.
Heartache has withered. Now, I can only sleep quietly alone.
In the dream, will you still have your smile? Who danced green and red in the last life of Qixi? Graceful figure, like flowing water, carries the charm of this life and keeps a lonely silence with me. Looking back at the world, like a sentimental glance, my feelings will not dissipate, but I am like a drop of water, gently breaking the heart lake, leaving layers of ripples for me to grasp deeply.
Waiting in previous lives, lingering in this life, beautiful words, indulging in melancholy paradise, bright stars in the sky, accompanied by a crescent moon, I imagined in the summer forest. The lightning sharp blade of "The Night of Chinese Valentine's Day" cut through the sky and tore a crack. The thunder was deafening and the sky blew a hole. The storm poured down and splashed out of the frightened window on the embankment. In shock, the world is sobbing, trembling, and the soul is confused and sinking. The night of fear was torn to pieces in the earth-shattering event. Tanabata was swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and the expectant eyes of cattle people and girls were hidden. Did the magpie bridge collapse? 7 up 7 spoon can only be used to scoop water. Honey, I only scoop a spoonful of water, regardless of all the onlookers. I want you to look far away. Even if you are thirsty, you want to use this spoon, but it belongs to me only.
If you want to compete, please take it out first. You can't compete with me all your life. I don't laugh at your failure. I often don't have enough time, just enough to bow my head with a spoon, pick up a clear shadow and drink slowly. In fact, there has never been a sunset in my eyes all my life. You are the only one in the dark. You can simply draw a picture one by one, one by one, one by one, and you will be as thin as a clear night cloud. It must form an alliance with the new moon to be with you and stand side by side with you. However, 364 a year, another day, your mind is getting brighter and brighter. Look at the moonlight on the left, and the starlight on the right covers most of it after you get on the bridge. Chubby face is bright, you collect silkworms on Tanabata, I take care of the baby at home, help the bed and laugh, dear, how is the family relationship, separated by a river? I can't cross the river With this bridge alone, how can I thank you for letting me pick my child on my shoulder tonight and find the person I love forever, and both of them are asking us for help? But how do you know we don't have time to take care of it?
Every minute I look at each other, I can't bear to let go of the legend of the ancient festival "Qixi" every year. How long did the simple cowherd and the gentle weaver girl wait for each other in the dust? How can a magpie washed by the Milky Way be so cruel? We have to wait for another round of autumn, winter, spring and summer to build a bridge! Countless tortured days and nights, they can only look at each other silently, and there must be a determination in each other's eyes to wait until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. This determination darkened the stars and brightened the night sky, so magpies flew in and built a bridge across time and space, so that they could finally embrace each other tightly, and they would not regret it, because no matter what the barrier was, the two hearts would always be together. Sitting in the courtyard of Tanabata, I heard hentai, a cowherd and weaver girl. It was their sweet galaxy that intoxicated their love. Magpie overpass is a rainbow composed of two hearts. There are really Iraqis across the Tianhe River, facing the garden and the moon. Look at the meteors on the horizon. That's her pain. Tanabata is another year of waiting. I went to the mountain road where the shepherd boy was surrounded by weeds. His flute is particularly pleasing to the ear. Birds in the Woods began to comb their feathers and flap their wings, which brought the noise on the mountains closer in early autumn. The footsteps of Tanabata are attached to the light spirit of western fog. You wove a colorful dusk, blushing in the white clouds, calling me to sleep in the East. I took a year's pastoral, carrying an eternal shoulder, and caught up with the Hehan who began to cross Yingying. The magpie fluttered its wings and rowed into a river, breaking the moat of 10,000 light years, separating it from the eternal gathering of thousands of feathers, and the bridge formed a bright circle of fireflies. The sound of cicadas in the flowers and trees rested early, and a red bean was wrapped in tears for a year and turned into amber. The whisper of "Tanabata Hate" is too strong. I hope to have all kinds of love. This bridge has been broken for a long time. In the river, the ferry hangs lotus seeds on my chest, chasing the sunshine and clear joy of the Moon River. I lit the afterlife and buried strange poems in your eyes. Love never fades. Therefore, I will never smile. Be happy with your tears. You can't sing the songs of Tanabata, Weaver Girl.
7. China Valentine's Day, a modern love poem about Qixi, has been circulating for thousands of years;
Peach blossoms bloom and plum blossoms are as fragrant as snow.
Castle Peak stretches and Bihewan is connected;
True feelings exist in the world, and good articles spread among people.
A year of sauvignon blanc, the bright moon hangs lights;
The stars come to embrace each other, unforgettable gossip.
Meeting tonight is another good poem;
Now everyone is rich, but the cows don't plow the fields.
Dongchang Niuwang, the project is invested in mountains and rivers;
Ten thousand mu of grassland, green reflects the blue sky.
Qian Qian has a million names, and everyone drives Toyota;
The capital is tens of billions, and the cowshed is surrounded by mountains.
Niu Dong entrepreneur, famous in the world;
Only when I am lonely, I miss fairies the most.
Often get together with the Eight Immortals, get drunk and recall the past;
Don't forget when Vega will come back.
How far is Luyao from Wan Li? Rainbow is tied together today;
It's always hard to meet at ordinary times. Let's have sex tonight.
I came in a hurry and never saw a piece of auspicious clouds;
Colorful road, China is a one-stop shop.
Seven stars shine all over the world and meet hand in hand;
The immortals avoid it just to listen to the piano.
A year and a night apart, parting is deep;
When those red berries come in spring, roses are planted in the heart.
The fashionable people in the world are happy with others;
Love is conspicuous, but love and hate are unknown.
White heads are not old, and they are randomly divided in the middle;
Emotionally, how can you learn from us?
Every time I read Tanabata, the world calls for the truth;
Loyalty remains unchanged, and the world expects sincerity.
Cowherd is 2000 years old and only reads Jun every year.
How beautiful the mountains and rivers are, the weaver girl is branded in her heart.
The world of mortals does not touch, and the world is sincere;
The cause is tortuous, and loneliness is inevitable.
After thinking for a long night, the stars are in my heart;
The vast milky way moon, miss according to my feelings.
When the bridge meets, what year is it in the sky?
Is the business of Weaver Girl thriving? What's it like to be on earth?
Tianjie Trade Chief? Tall buildings have mushroomed?
Do you think of me when you are lonely?
Gather the bitterness of the two places and leave for a year;
It's better to set up China tonight than to come with me!