Yingying drops more rain than the horizon, and the pulse stars don't cross the river.
Jade dew and golden wind dream in the sky, who is the Tanabata on earth?
The drizzle in August, pattering across the sky, washed away the lush laurel trees. Fine raindrops, stepping on them, fall from the cracks in the leaves, turning the passionate midsummer night into a cool autumn. In the fragrant air, the golden wind and dew of Tanabata swayed, making intoxicating feelings linger and quietly shed a quiet dream. Dear, is my heart raining between your tortuous lines?
Looking up at the distant night sky, meditating on immortal legends, touching stories and romantic love, like a delicate hand, gently brushed my heart. On both sides of the Milky Way and the Magpie Bridge, spoony people look through the autumn water just to wait for the meeting of Tanabata; A year's watch, missing day and night just for a moment, dear, your gentle words every night are so unforgettable, how strong and passionate should such feelings be?
The love between the cowherd and the weaver girl is just like you and me, but I want to know when the beautiful magpie bridge can be built for us. Tanabata on earth, today or tomorrow?
You said that your love for me occupied every cell of your body. I said, I watched every minute of my life for your affection. I miss you wholeheartedly, and my concern for you occupies every inch of my soul. Missing someone is not as sweet as I thought. What kind of suffering is that painful feeling?
two
At the beginning of the golden wind, the dew fell, and the stars on both sides of the bank were clear.
Say goodbye to hate, cross the bridge and listen to the rain.
The cold fingertips touched the coldness of the raindrops, and my heart couldn't help getting wet, as if it filled the sky with rain.
Tonight, on the other end of the phone, I forgot the laughter of the past and heard a low voice: It's raining in Mao Mao, and your heart and mine are wet together to welcome the night rain on Tanabata. ...
Hiding quietly under the grape trellis, eavesdropping on the conversation between the cowherd and the weaver girl, that is the voice of lovers. I heard it, I heard it ... so there are humans, ghosts and gods, and love! In fact, there is only one word.
Tanabata rain, how to make the golden wind rise at the beginning, incisively and vividly, and sing softly in the osmanthus in August? How to accompany the breeze, fly over the silk string of the southern painting building, fly to the northern post road to sing, dance in the dream and find the shadow?
How does the rain on Tanabata ripple in the lush and deep shadow and rhyme with the distant piano sound? How can there be a faint fragrance in that faint whisper, and Yan Ying dancing in the smoke and waves will enter your pen, so that the feelings of dancing will climb?
three
Just like the Qixi Bridge in the dream ceremony, the thin clouds turn into rain and are light.
How many tears you cry when you meet, don't go home.
Looking up, the shallow Milky Way, like a stream in this vast universe, seems so insignificant. But in the eyes of spoony men and women across the river, it is an insurmountable gap.
You said that your heart has crossed the gap between us. Our galaxy is just a wave of passing time, which has drained away every inch of youth and peach blossoms. The hair on the other side is blue and white, and the diamond mirror is killing away.
"Thin clouds are mysterious, flying stars spread hatred, and Han Yin was black all the way. 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. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If you are in love for a long time, you will not be there sooner or later. "
The ceremony is like a dream, stepping on the beautiful and touching string rhythm, and being as quiet and delicate as a porcelain dream against the dreamlike piano sound. With the faint, transparent and knocking sound of rain, it slowly falls from the quiet place of fine clouds and drips through the softest corner of my heart. I missed too many words. I haven't had time to tell you in detail, it's already the setting of the western hills and the moon, and I have to bear the pain again.
At dusk, this love bridge across the banks of the Milky Way suddenly disappeared, leaving only two lone stars across the river and that affectionate call. Helpless and sad tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, and the cold autumn festival is even worse! Where to send lovesickness tonight?
four
Legend has it that the Milky Way has crossed the sky since ancient times.
I only want to be together, and the dragon is a good dream on earth.
Like me, the Weaver Girl is a graceful plain clothes woman, with eyebrows like water and blue temples like clouds. She sits in the depths of Shao Hua, from the sparkling Pearl River to the vast Han Yin in the depths of the sea of clouds and clear water. Her heart is like a lotus flower, she holds the shuttle obliquely, her eyes are drooping, her eyes are slightly drunk, her ears are blowing, and she weaves a satin by hand.
Cowherd, like you, is tall and handsome, strong, with blue sky, indifferent eyes, bright moon and golden voice. He is slowly coming from the vast plain with green willows in the north, wandering the sky with Taurus, feeling with his heart, feeling like running water, and facing subtle and exquisite star wishes.
How far is it? It's even heavier in the middle of the night. Are you wandering in that shallow sigh? The sound of rain is falling, does it provoke loneliness, empty notes, and full of thoughts and feelings?
five
Tanabata sigh helplessly, meet like a dream to leave.
Cowherd and weaver girl, Tianhe rain, make peace with human tears.
On the shore of the Milky Way, there is a lone star and a half moon. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene, so there are many kinds of customs. Who should I tell?
Last night, you said you would meet me in the dream of Tanabata. I have thought about it countless times, how to find a shallow corner, cross the world of mortals, and keep the colorful flowers away from the lush, without a trace of fireworks. Along the winding path, walking in the dim time of light and shadow, accompanying you, thoroughly washing your thoughts, breathing a faint fragrance, holding a finger leisurely, salvaging the glory of the years.
On Qixi rain, it is said that Cowherd and Weaver Girl cried. I think their crying should be tears of joy.
At this time, the jasmine plants beside my pillow are silent, bathed in deep sadness tonight, and quietly bloom in the lonely emptiness; The dancing sound of Toona sinensis trees downstairs pierced the pain of mountains and rivers and gently separated the sadness of parting.
Listen, the raindrops, stepping on tiny steps, come and go with the gurgling Qingxi. The light rain and the blue sky, the ticking of eaves and corners, leisurely knocked out a green word. The crystal rain touched the music of the lotus leaf and sang to the floor.
Fold a pulse of Gui Xiang, flick your fingers to clear the rhyme, and let the rain on Tanabata stir countless whispers in the melody of August, dancing with the red pomegranate in front of your window and dancing with the wind.