The American essay on Tanabata 1 is another year from Tanabata to Tanabata. A greeting from a friend, Happy Tanabata, is a shock to my heart. Now I am in the world of mortals, helpless, busy, confused, indifferent and annoyed. If it weren't for a greeting from a friend, this warmest and happiest festival in China people's hearts seems to have been forgotten by me, and it seems that I can still find various reasons and excuses.
After dinner, when night fell, he moved out of his crib and lay in bed looking up at the starry sky. There were stars all over the sky, and a galaxy ran through the vault. I saw the cowherd with two children at a glance. Tonight, Cowherd, not far from Wan Li, came to the other side of the Milky Way again with his two children. I think the cowherd must be covered in dust and sweaty at this time. At this time, two children who have been running around for a long time must have fallen asleep in their father's choice. When you see a child smiling, you must have reunited with your long-lost mother in your dream, otherwise you wouldn't be smiling so sweetly. At this time, the Cowherd looked at the other side of the Milky Way, his eyes full of affection, looking for his wife, the Weaver Girl, on the other side of the river. I saw Vega, and she was on the other side of the galaxy. The Weaver Girl must have reached the other side of the galaxy long ago. I saw the tears in the eyes of the Weaver Girl, the intoxicating face of the Weaver Girl like a peach blossom, and the long-lost white hair of the Weaver Girl. Weaver, I don't think I can sleep recently, for fear of delaying the ceremony tonight.
Lovers on both sides of the strait are counting the minutes in their hearts. Why is it so long tonight? Pray that magpies will come quickly and set up the overpass of God. We are thinking a thousand words, why and how to make good use of every minute of tonight. Various scenes came to mind when they met. The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, the ceremony is like a dream. If two people love each other for a long time, sooner or later. Qin Guan's poem "Que Qiao Xian" has touched everyone for thousands of years. Cowherd and Weaver Girl are fixed in the hearts of China people. Whenever Tanabata comes, people all over the world will look up to the pale autumn and wish the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl the joy of meeting at this time. At the same time, I don't know how many people shed tears because of infatuation. Mountains have no edges, heaven and earth are in harmony, thunder in winter and spring, and snow in summer all bravely bid farewell to you. I think it's a compliment from people.
Inspired by them, many touching love stories have emerged in our mortal world. At this time, love is still a high official, no matter what family circumstances. For the love in my heart, the person in my heart, I have no regrets and am willing to give everything, even my own life. Meng Jiangnv cried in the Great Wall, which is a love story known to all women and children. They have no outstanding life experience. An ordinary man in rags, when he learned that her husband died in hard labor, a weak woman, a middle-aged village woman, was unable to seek justice for her husband in the face of the darkness and cruelty of the government. My share of infatuation is just crying in the face of the cold Great Wall. That cry and that sadness rise with the wind and go straight to the clouds. Touching the world, the Great Wall collapsed in an instant, so that the husband and wife could only meet each other if they found the bones of their dead husband. Yang Guifei and his Saburo grew up together on the earth, two branches of a tree. We want to fly in heaven, and two birds use one wing. Saburo is the son of heaven, but he can't protect his wife. From then on, he lived a life in heaven and earth, but his true feelings touched all the people in the world. There are countless touching stories about Zhu Yingtai and his lover turning into butterflies.
Times have changed, things have changed, and thousands of years have passed in an instant. Now people don't recognize it. Nowadays, the development of society and the progress of science and technology are unimaginable to the ancients. Nowadays, there are many high-rise buildings, colorful life and fast travel. It is an unreachable dream to cruise thousands of miles a day. Nowadays, men and women have no respect in the past. Women go out of their homes and create their own world with men share the world. Nowadays, people seem to be too busy. The fast-paced life makes people lose a lot, get confused and suffer a lot. Nowadays, fast marriage and flash marriage have become fashionable, and divorce is also common. Like a round fan in ancient times, like a dissatisfied housewife in a palace. There is no lasting, only a flash in the pan.
Nowadays, when you look at the colorful lives of many successful men around you, making love with grass seems to be a very common thing, euphemistically called the release of body and mind. But when you are addicted to the life of money, do you really forget to wait for your wife at home? Today's old, a semi-old Xu Niang, has no charm at all. You are tired of watching, but when you ask yourself, your girl, for your family, for your parents, for your children, for you to have a warm home, for you to have a harbor when you are tired, has given everything selflessly. Her carefulness is regarded as stingy by you, and she loses your share when she goes out with you. Today, the smell of lampblack makes you sick, and zhangqian's face is not as bright as before. You start to get drunk and have fun outside, until you become a strange strange bedfellows with her or abandon her. Tonight is Valentine's Day in China and Valentine's Day in China. See how devoted Cowherd is, waiting for his beloved wife on the other side of the river. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Friend, did you do it? Don't you have any shame? You forget your poverty and ignorance, forget who accompanied you silently and never left you in the same boat. Friends should take care of themselves. Should you send a greeting and a gift to your wife tonight? I feel that the heart burning for you and your family is so warm and wild. Don't wait until it goes out.
Beautiful, elegant and generous woman, now you have walked from behind the scenes to the front desk, dancing out of your own world. Now you have a broad vision and a broad mind, and you have seen how young and promising your sister and husband are, and you still earn a few small money from nine to five every day. I can't buy you brand-name cosmetics, and I can't afford beautiful clothes. You are tired of the man around you, look down on her, and think that he is not worthy of your beautiful wife. I hate his sweat and snoring. You can't stand this man beside you. You want to leave, to find your own prince charming, to find your own happiness. But please think about it, whether the man in front of you has done his best for you and your children, whether your position in his heart is like the weaver girl in the sky at this time, and whether he is the simple and diligent cowherd. Today, he has no prominent position and can't give you a glamorous life. But yours, he also has a heart that loves you like a cowboy. Isn't it enough to love you so deeply and for so long? Don't, now you, golden phoenix in the world, more precious and beautiful than the weaver girl? The Weaver Girl has a transparent and intelligent heart. She knows what is the most precious thing in the world and what is floating clouds. Therefore, the Weaver Girl loves the Cowherd as always, staying alone in the palace, staring at the mortal world, thinking about her husband, thinking about her children as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and counting the long minutes is to wait until tonight's gathering. I want to take a closer look at whether her husband has aged a lot for family, children and life, groaned in pain at night, is exhausted and snores like thunder. Does your husband have a hunchback? Now that you've achieved your career, you're pushing around outside, high above it. Do you want to see the Weaver Girl on the other side of the Milky Way tonight? Think about the similarity between you, that is, he is above you, but he must also have the heart and feelings of the weaver girl.
It's late at night, my friend. I think the bridge on Magpie Bridge will be finished soon. The exciting moment has arrived. Let's send our eternal blessing to the Weaver Maid and the Cowherd far away, and be happy tonight. Now, my friend, have you and your man built a charming magpie bridge in each other's hearts? Tonight, it's you and your special one, embracing each other, giving the stranger's blessing to the cowherd and the weaver girl in the sky, and at the same time, sending tonight's heart, tonight's blessing and tonight's feelings to each other's ears and hearts. No matter how the society changes, we can't lose our hearts and feelings for each other, and we don't want to continue the frontier in the afterlife, but only want to live a long life in this life. Friends, let's pass on this feeling and this meaning from generation to generation. I think the Cowherd and Weaver Girl in the sky will laugh when they see this scene on earth tonight, right?
An American essay on Chinese Valentine's Day II. Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the bridge cried goodbye, but they still had no regrets. They still look forward to the bridge every year, just for love. Legends are so sad and beautiful that people have a lot of hate and regrets. How many people are having an affair? The past is vague, when the soft wind blows through the yarn, I am most afraid, and my heart is separated from the horizon.
Sitting in the depths of the night, playing some gentle and graceful songs, let the heart find the softness of the world in music. Tanabata is a moment of love and a day of missing. Deng Lixin, the sound of stones wafts into my ears, making me feel infinite. In front of my eyes, if there is a stone road in an empty lane after the rain, that woman will smile and hold my hand, and be with me in broad daylight? , Qing Ai? .
So, I recall what you said in the past. When you taste words, you must hold my hand, you will never understand; You taste it, you want to warm your home with me, Qu Yusheng; You want to hold hands with me. You will come to Ye in your life. Everything is as vivid as yesterday, but silent. Do you know that?/You know what? If there is nothing wrong, you are still my dream. At this moment, thinking about yesterday's charm, a rational heart does not feel chaotic, and a little coolness around it floats to the depths of memory and hugs you. The thoughts in my heart are still clear, and the wind is raging on the occasion of Qixi.
A lot, waiting for a rainy night, watching the whole moon, watching you step on the moon, holding hands with me, watching the river on the horizon, replying to a book, satisfied with the thoughts of Tanabata. Is there a shadow of your study on the bridge of Qixi? Today's Tanabata, the language of love may be heard again? The night stirs the heart, but the song you are waiting for can't get around. I hope the piano in this life has the harmony of children.
It rained slowly, and the wind gently took my heart and fluttered all the way. Miss, fragrant and painful, I am tireless. And thinking, my heart is as empty as a valley, quiet and pure. So, in the time of love, I used my fingertips to buckle the keyboard, borrowed a river love song with a light heart and thought deeply, and thought about countless dreams.
You know, paper is short-lived. I just hope that because of Chinese Valentine's Day, I will make a good promise. May every year be bright, taking Qi Mei as an example, and then we will inherit and merge, but we will have sex with you.
I won't stop my shadow at noon when you are not by my side. On Tanabata, the streets and alleys are filled with the fragrance of love, with tenderness and love songs. The rain washed away the dust, and there was confusion around. I held an oil-paper umbrella and sang the old rhyme of my meeting, the misty rain of that day. However, after a few Tanabata, mistress came slightly in the shallow wind and held hands with me to watch the clouds roll and relax.
I've tasted it, too. I just want a soft hug and a relative affection when I travel across the ends of the earth. At this time, the wind is blowing, and I remember it deeply. Looking back on the road, my husband and the Japanese are far away, but they are unambiguous. For a time, with that yellow and beautiful taste, it was served frequently and became a thing of the past.
Today, bloom died and bloom died. I dare not count, nor dare I ask for it. Is it just a silhouette of the diaphragmatic mountain between the monarch and the minister? I am still under the shadow of my elders, no matter how sad or happy I am, I am just in front of my eyes, holding the promise of this life and calling your name softly.
Every sigh, the years are fleeting. Chang Huai, you and my laughter and tears. Originally, two of a kind, this heart has promised that no matter how far apart the sea is, true love will last forever. Remember the smell of Shen Congwen? I have walked many bridges, seen many clouds, drunk many kinds, and only loved the youngest one. ? . ? Fortunately, we met in a good year, tasted the quiet night and the bright moon, and fell in love with each other. My smile comes from a sincere heart. If it is mud, there is no need for other decorations. Love is there, no increase or decrease, no emotion, no coming and going, warm and sweet.
On Chinese Valentine's Day 3 Chinese Valentine's Day meets between magpie bridges.
Weaver Cowherd smiles.
Go to Qiu Lai to experience the cold and heat in spring.
Han Yin just does nothing.
This feeling is endless.
The myth of the ages wins the world.
Looking forward to the year-end reunion.
One night is better than a year.
Tanabata is approaching, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet again across the Milky Way. I don't know when you and I will meet across the distance from Qian Shan.
Tonight, the cold moonlight has lengthened a season of lovesickness. In the dim light of beans, I write the most beautiful love words for you on this Tanabata.
On that day, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and it was a gift from God that you and I met heartily. Because of the words, I have established a pure and quiet friendship with you, missing, waiting and expecting. You, through the peace of late summer, happened to pass by my time, and warmed my melancholy youth with Ming Che's smile.
On the day we first met, we didn't mean to let each other's grass grow, but later, you quietly walked into my heart and became a story I couldn't finish painting. My thoughts were originally blank, and the day I began to miss you was slowly blown away by the wind and scattered into wisps of color on the canvas. Every ray is an indelible trace when I miss you.
How can I define what you mean to me? Friends, or relatives. When I was worried about how to define your position by my side, your faint words? Confidante? Touched the warmest string in my heart. Your bosom friend, my blue face, is surprisingly tacit, revealing all the wishes in knowing each other.
You are a gust of wind that blows away the fragrance of the room. You are a tear, overflowing in your clear eyes. Reflect ten thousand colors as bright as neon, spread their wings like an elf, and if the silver dew drops. You are a Zhu Shazhi, red as blood, quietly warming my lonely and cold body. Being alone in the depths of my soul inhibits my misty thoughts.
This is you in my eyes, showing indifferent spirituality. Your gentleness has opened up the indifference and stubbornness in my eyes and trapped the fleeting time behind me.
You, like sunshine, are so dazzling! If you wear a gown, the same color as the sky, walk on a cool path and watch the changes of clouds and the flow of water, although there is no dazzling crown, it exudes gentleness like water. You smile, plain clothes floats, like a warm jade, like a transparent star. Even after years of wind and frost, you are still whiter than snow, occupying a quiet corner of my heart. The sun shines brightly between your eyebrows and is deeply engraved in my heart.
You have a pair of clear eyes, a cool smile, which warms the branches in August and exudes a faint fragrance. In the sunshine, your clear smile is so pure, and your back is the miss in your dream. If I am good at Dan Qing, I will spread a picture evenly, crush tenderness, smear acacia and gently outline you.
Cold fingertips on the keyboard to lay down this dense text, are all some warm jade, filled with the shadow of you sitting by the window.
I would like to dream tonight, with my shyness, to record that legendary encounter. I want to dream tonight, and use my paper roll to describe my sentimental heart. I would like to dream tonight, hold you for the rest of my life and take you on a blue trip. Tonight, I would like to realize my dream, join hands in the wave of Queqiao, and share the beautiful legend of thousands of years. I would like to have a dream tonight, which is compared to a rainbow of nine days and seven colors, so that you can pick jade meteors.
Since then, all the years are filled with joy, idle clouds and red dust, telling them one by one. Silent trees, white flowers, clear sunshine, sparse people, and you * * * have an ink painting, smeared with tenderness that can't be said in ordinary years on the misty rain at the southern foot of Xishan Mountain.
Sing a song and get drunk in the middle of this warm water town from now on. I invite warm and cold time to accompany you to get drunk. You watched me burn, and crystal light came out of your dark eyes. Write my joys and sorrows in this life, like a flower of youth. The spots of the years are slightly moving, and thousands of rivers are as beautiful as snow. After the fleeting time, I dreamed of going back to the water and watching the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
It became warm as soon as we met, and I spent a season with you with the indifference of the silent distant mountains.