Cowherd and Weaver Girl: The Cruelty of the Queen Mother
laws and decrees
Separate the cowherd from the weaver girl.
Meet once a year.
also
Galactic barrier
Stop the love of cowherd and weaver girl
But that doesn't stop their heartbeat.
No matter how difficult it is.
They celebrate Tanabata every year.
Will come to the edge of the galaxy
Look forward to a long-lost reunion
Magpie was moved by it.
Build a bridge of love for them
Meet across the milky way
Time flies, the sun and the moon can be used as a mirror.
This story tells us.
What is faithful love?
What is eternal love?
Love is not always together.
How much can modern people do?
My Tanabata when I was a child.
Tanabata is a myth told by adults.
(of adults) still bearing traces of childlike innocence.
Stay under the grape trellis.
Eavesdropping the whispers of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
grow up to an adult
Tanabata is fiery youth.
Spring is budding.
Holding bright roses in hand
Kneel on one knee
Marry my beloved girl back.
In middle age
Tanabata is the warmest home.
Love is surging.
Wine glasses on the table after work.
And made fragrant tea.
Talk about the changes that have taken place during the day while eating.
old age
Tanabata is the sunset.
Sincere expression
Lying in a rocking chair together.
Recall the ups and downs of the past
Emotional place
Help you wipe the tears of happiness from your face.
Don't talk about love poems on Tanabata, roses are flooding tonight.
Poetry fans are melodramatic
I gently twisted my fingertips.
Suppress all your tenderness.
Find a quiet place
Look at the overlap of starlight and moonlight.
Listen to insects, frogs and chirps.
The whiteness of moonlight and the lightness of starlight.
Over the treetops, over the grass
Over the silent wind
The urgent voice of insects and the slow voice of frogs.
Across the river bank, across the pond
Go through a deep alley
this evening
Just enjoy the scenery and don't talk about love.
Calm yourself down.
It's quiet again
Yunyang Tanabata early autumn, the rain is thin.
Filariasis is still prevalent.
Frequent cicadas can't wake up the eyes.
But the Buddha's voice is foggy, and some of it is always introduced into God's heart.
The gods were half drunk and half awake, and some love stories began to resurface.
Some float on the flowing fire, others lie in the vines.
In the misty rain, who and whose shadow overlap?
Who loves who?
Trees and plants are happy, and swimmers stand on the shore.
Deep in the eyes:
The separation of a river is no longer important.
Some symbols of imprisonment have become insignificant.