Clever woman makes machine, warp and weft cloud clothes. Marrying a cowherd is inseparable. Weaving is not bitter, it is happy to give your body and mind. If you don't return to the wrath of heaven, the bridge will connect Tanabata. After the rain, the trees and grasslands in Qiu Lai were desolate. A manned distance, the heart is the west of the sky.
The stars are bright and the sea is covered with illusions. It's tears at night, holding hands and saying goodbye. Complaints are endless, and this year is more than ever. The old man sighs, and the old man sighs. Reunion after a long separation is short, and good times should be safe. The fate of dust is always a dream, and there is no husband and wife in the world.
The feeling of tanabata
In the year away from people, acacia has expanded time and space. The heart becomes stormy, and the soul leads the weaver girl.
The human feelings are light, and the bridge is happy. Who learns needlework? A night light on the wall