1, my tanabata
This company started advertising a few days ago.
Today has finally reached its climax.
Valentine's day stained with copper stink, I can't lift a little desire.
However, I began to feel a little sad.
My Tanabata, when will the stars shine?
The wild flowers on the roadside give off an attractive fragrance.
The red morning glory also reveals the boldness of the years.
Walk into the lush green land.
I want to know who will look up at the stars with me tonight and count the beautiful moments.
At this time, the scorching sun is in the sky.
Create a warm river bed.
Cheers, jumps, lovely wicker dance.
Let your meeting and my peace dance into sadness tonight.
Appreciation: This poem expresses the author's praise for Tanabata and longing for a better life.
2. "Looking at Chinese Valentine's Day"
In the night sky, cowherd and weaver girl.
Do you watch it every day?
Galactic distance.
Can you see your beloved partner on the other side?
Missing without boundaries, Qian Shan is blocked by thousands of waters.
It's just a turning distance.
It's just who can survive endless time.
Will love disappear in the ticking sound?
Looking forward to the night of July 7.
Crossing the insurmountable galaxy.
Magpie's efforts have made a beautiful legend.
Reunion is no longer a dream.
The stars will also close their eyes shyly.
Facts have proved that looking forward is not unattainable.
It's just that the waiting time is torturing the initial heart.
Tired body and loneliness are intertwined.
Persistence has become the summer ice and snow that everyone expects.
In the night sky, cowherd and weaver girl.
Look at each other every day.
Galactic distance.
Achieved the eternal miracle of love.
Appreciation: This poem praises the faithful and sincere love through the story of the joys and sorrows of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
3. Red line
This Millennium cloud, the moment of holding hands.
Can you see through the red dust under your eyelashes?
An umbrella separates the vicissitudes from the world.
Separate you and me, separate the line of sight.
Through your periosteum for thousands of years.
The tide of blood overturned the Tianhe River.
Open the blue sky with magpie feathers.
Light this lamp with my blood.
The moon has risen.
Pull up the red line.
The whole Zeguo was overthrown.
All words are aphasia.
All love is dim.
This is the fate of a thousand years.
Roots are arteries, not veins.
The melons on the vine are connected by tendons.
The moment we hold hands, we use each other's warmth.
Dry your heart into two stars.
Lang Zhao is on earth.
Appreciation: This poem uses metaphor to write the preciousness of fate and express sincere love.