Modern poetry of Qixi cuisine

Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

Text/through the dust

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This spoon can only be used to scoop water.

Honey, I only take a scoop of water and don't care about anything.

Onlookers, I want you to look into the distance.

Even if you are thirsty, you want to use this spoon.

But it belongs only to me. If you want to fight,

Please take it out first, for life.

Let's compare it with the last one and see who is infatuated.

You can't compete with me.

I don't laugh at your failure.

I often don't have enough time, just right.

Bow your head with a spoon, with a clear shadow.

After drinking it slowly, it will last forever.

sunset

In fact, there has been no sunset in my eyes, only night.

Just you, one curl, one horizontal curl, and a little more.

Make it so simple that you will reduce it.

The sunset glow is so thin that it must form an alliance with the meniscus.

I can be with you, shoulder to shoulder.

However, 364 a year, some other time.

The thoughts you weave are getting brighter and brighter.

Look at the moonlight on the left and the starlight on the right.

When you walk on the bridge with tears in your hands.

They covered most of their chubby faces.

Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

You hold silkworms, I hold cows, and the grass is green.

At home, our baby is holding the bed and laughing. dear

How can a family be separated by a river?

I used to rely on this bridge now.

Magpie, how can I thank you?

Tonight, let me stand on my shoulder and look for my eternal love.

People on the ground are only busy collecting dew and seeking cleverness.

But how do you know that we have no time to care?

Looking at each other, every minute, I am reluctant to let go of a moment.

magpie

We all regret that we didn't bring the time folder.

Selfishly put all these colorful birds in.

If you want them to fly, let them fly, if you want them to solidify, let them solidify.

Into this little bit of time and space, bit by bit.

Into steel, cement, sand, water, solidified tenderness.

Magpie, you must remember that the bridge should be full of flowers and there should be dew on the flowers.

Dew, if there are diamonds, ...

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Tanabata love poem

In July, I found this afternoon.

Heart, only half.

Your sweet voice makes me tremble.

Fall into petals covered with sunlight

My heart no longer belongs to me.

My season becomes bright and beautiful.

Wind, raise my hand.

The wind blows away and hides your eyebrows, your face.

Your eyes made me understand.

Dusk, my dark night

Stick cicada wings from the window.

Folding pain

Call out your name, the name I found.

The name on my pillow, the name I hold.

I have a name in my mouth.

You look at me, your gentle eyes

Liuyi is still raining, and it is no longer cold and cheerless.

We support each other.

I played the piano and sang, holding hands with each other.

Your warm tea raises your eyebrows and smiles.

There are few stars in the moon, and I just want to kiss your beauty.

Open the book, and your shadow smoothes the wrinkles.

My shadow follows.

There are thousands of ancient poems, even and flat, spinning in the middle.

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Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

Another year of waiting has passed.

Shanlushang

The shepherd boy is a kind of weed around the green cow.

Today, his flute is particularly melodious.

Lin Zili

The birds began to comb their feathers.

The drum wings will rise.

In early autumn, Yuan Gang is very lively.

Near, near, Tanabata's footsteps are connected with the light spirit of fog.

In the west, you weave a colorful dusk.

A dizzy face is red in the white clouds.

Sleepless whispers call me tonight.

In the east, I took a year off.

Pick a shoulder and chase it forever.

He Han who set out for Yingying.

Magpies flap their wings when the wind blows.

Draw a river

Rush out of a natural moat of ten thousand light years.

Separate forever.

Wanjiyu bridge 2

The fireflies across the water are very bright.

Around the tenderness of the night

Under the grape trellis, among the flowers and trees.

The cicada sounds early.

A red bean was wrapped in tears for a year and turned into amber.

Whispering in my ear tonight

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Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

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Qixi night

Acacia and love overlap in magpie bridge

Tears condensed under the grape trellis.

My lovesickness looks for loneliness in the wrinkles on my forehead.

late night

Worms play helpless pain.

There are too many stories hanging on the crescent moon.

Talk in the Woods, in the fields, between villages and tall buildings.

Sitting by the water at midnight

Listen to nature

Frogs and bugs clamor for ignorant happiness.

I miss you in the sound of fish.

Spread on both sides of the galaxy

Honey, in your eyes

Is it full of acacia?

Qixi night

This is the edge of the Milky Way.

There are many, many stars that dazzle me.

In a daze, the stars danced into waves.

The water was quiet, like the usual calm in a starry night.

Even so.

I know that too.

I am doomed not to swim.

Never swim across the river.

The waves in the river sparkled.

Piece by piece.

Just like my years of missing.

Suddenly a silver magpie.

Soar from the turbulent water waves

Fluctuated on the water for a while

The sky is full of magpies.

The shadow of the magpie condenses at my feet.

One by one.

With a faint silver light, it stretches away.

I stepped on it gently and then flew.

Run! Run!

Asymptotic river center

The bridge came to an abrupt end.

I stood on the edge of the broken bridge.

Look at the other side, there's no one there.

Suddenly there came the sound of endless waves under my feet.

Broke the quiet night

Standing alone on the bridge

It's too cold, this lonely wind ......