The sound of rain on Tanabata enters the heartstrings, and the whispering disturbs people's dreams, making them speechless and sleepless. When I came to the garden this morning, I saw a little pearl shining, and the cowherd would weave a girl and shed tears on the world. A thousand years' marriage is bitter, but the gods are worried. How can it be like on earth?
Modern poetry recitation on Qixi II
I dare not ask, dare not think or look at the faint moonlight and beautiful light. It is best to make everything quiet or cold, silent, tearless and poetic. Except for the deliberate wind, my heart has long been hollowed out and taken away, and the remaining skin is as dry as the residual load, and the microwave is full. It's just that this life is sad, layer by layer, scabbed.
Thinking hard, there is always a magpie bridge, and there is always a moment, but I only have repeated memories, endless, you met the piano, the territory of love at first sight, made good use of the rhythm of erhu, and played the distance between heart and heart into a song of acacia. Later, I met your personality, your talent, splashing ink and love.
Together, I lost my head, but now, how can I bear to let me lean against the west window alone? I feel faint sigh, the world has changed a lot, sigh the paradise on earth, life and death are boundless, find it. The haggard Tanabata was once the joy under the grape trellis. At that time, when the grapes were ripe, you were majestic, happy with my flower season and long hair flying, which was our only last game.
Surrounded by lingering and torn to pieces by the jealous devil, it has been more than ten years, tormenting my loneliness day and night, and the purplish dreamland, your snickering, my whispering with magpies ... you are so vicious, and since then, my love has never been seen before.
Modern Poetry Recitation on Tanabata III
Sad and sad, lovers are tender for thousands of years. , the Milky Way Wanli waves, Queqiao new bridge, Queqiao new bridge, cold toad light * * * mu.
Modern Poetry Recitation on Tanabata 4
The milky way is surging all over the sky, and the cowherd and the girl are separated from each other for generations. The magpie bridge has been restored tonight, and the cowherd and the weaver girl are looking forward to it. You and I will look at each other from a distance and sigh how many days it has turned cold in summer. Listen to gibberish before flowers and under the moon. The butterflies in the dream grow together. Leave a new pose in the beautiful shadow dance. Loneliness and self-appreciation. Time hurried to pay the water bill. Continuous burning acacia wax torch. Meeting in a dream is also a comfort.