Excerpts from tanabata poems 1 1, autumn night.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
In the autumn night, candlelight reflects the painting screen and beats fireflies with a small fan. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
2. "Queqiao Fairy Cloud Trick"
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. 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. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I am quietly crossing the distant and boundless Milky Way tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world. * * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
3. "Altair"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words.
Distant and bright Altair, bright and distant Vega. The weaver girl is waving her long white hands, and the loom keeps ringing. Because of lovesickness, she couldn't weave any patterns all day, and tears scattered all over the floor like rain. They are not far from each other only by the clear and shallow Milky Way. Across the clear and shallow banks of the Milky Way, they stared at each other silently.
4. "Begging for cleverness"
Tang Dynasty: Lin Jie
See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.
Watching the blue sky on Tanabata night is like seeing the cowherd and weaver girl meet on the bridge of Tianhe Magpie. Every household is looking at the autumn moon while trying to be clever (threading a needle on the moon), and there are tens of thousands of red lines that pass through it.
5.tanabata
Tang Dynasty: Xu Ning
Magpie Bridge is vast, and a thousand sounds of Yu Pei pass Lingling. There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.
A small bridge built by a magpie fairy spans the vast galaxy. Listening to the ringing of the weaver girl, watching her leisurely cross the bridge. My separation from Iraqis will not stop year after year. Looking up in disappointment, I saw that Altair was still shining, and its brilliance remained unchanged; My sadness is gradually becoming less obvious.
Excerpt from China's Tanabata Poetry 2 1, Tanabata in a foreign land.
Tang Meng Hao ran
On Tanabata in other places, the hotel is full of worries. I didn't see a woman threading a needle, but my mind was empty. At the beginning of the warm breeze, the new moon began to set. Who can bear to peek at the river people and ask about the bullfight?
2. "Bodhisattva Full Tanabata"
Song Chen Shidao
Fly east and fly west. I haven't seen you for years. Washing incense cars in heavy rain. The sky turned back to the river. Stay sad for a thousand years. Look at each other from a distance. It's not like this world. Back to Mount Wan Li.
3. Seven Nights of Wesson
Tang Li Shangyin
I'm afraid it's good to get along with the fairy family, so I'll teach it on my wedding day. It comes from the blue sky and the milky way, but it is a golden breeze. The other side of the Qinglou River gradually moved for a long time before Wei Yuncai put it away. I don't want to reward the black magpie, but I want to ask the spider for help.
Excerpts from Qixi Poems 3 If the wind can't blow away the thoughts of March.
Just take advantage of the ambiguous sunshine.
Fly a kite from the foot of the mountain
Touch the smell of summer sunshine by yourself
The distance drawn along the kite
Bored people on the mountainside
Sometimes I look at the ground.
Overlooking the joy of walking at the foot of the mountain.
Sometimes I look at the sky.
Peeking at other people's happiness in the sky
A windy season
The earth is not beautiful.
I still remember.
You used to fly kites for me.
Tie your dreams to a rope.
Whether I like it or not.
By the way, put my feelings in the clouds.
Put it at the height you often stare at.
Just because it's Tanabata?
Is it just a bunch of gaudy flowers?
I can't see the shadow of kites in my sky anymore.
Excerpts from four memories of Qixi poems,
Like clouds on the horizon,
If you don't think about it, it floats on its own.
Kiss the sadness in the depths of the soul.
Last year's tanabata,
Before you look at the screen alone,
The soul is thousands of miles away,
Fingertip pop-up:
Life without you is like a cup of bitter coffee.
Today is Tanabata,
You are like a kite with a broken thread.
Get out of my sight,
I am in pain, wandering, haggard and insomnia.
Trying to piece together broken tender feelings and sew them together,
however
Love is gone.
The whispers that used to haunt my ears,
Teared to pieces by witches,
Throw it into the wind,
I can't catch a trace anymore.
Your beautiful singing accompanied me to sleep,
As soon as you touch the eardrum,
My heart twitched and trembled,
Heartbroken tears,
Fill your heart.
Think about carefully woven gifts,
More worrying.
Deep love is intertwined,
But turned into ice skates and frost swords,
Will be a stupid heart,
Stabbed by blood and tears,
The pain is unbearable.
Love,
This is a season,
I got wet all day,
On the other hand,
calmly
Go resolutely.
Excerpts from Tanabata Poems 5 From the previous Tanabata to the next Tanabata.
You have blue eyes and bitterness, and you are lonely.
From Qionglou Yuyu to Cold and Warm Rooms
I am eager to wear it, and my belt is getting wider and wider.
Legend has it that the Queen Mother has a golden hairpin.
Destined for the vast Tianhe River
Magpie kernel
Build a bridge where magpies dance.
Care for each other year after year, speechless and choked.
Like the heart of a tearful bird.
On earth, on earth, on earth.
Kinship and strict barriers.
From the last Millennium to the next Millennium
A soul-stirring cry
Several weak lives were broken.
Qin Xiong joking:
Why seize the day when you are in love?
Let him be for thousands of years!
We are ordinary people, and life is short.
I just hope that every second will be together, and it will be Tanabata.
The poetess thinner than the yellow flower said:
"The milky way in the sky turns, and the curtain on earth hangs!"
The moon is as cool as water! How can a word hurt people?
Born in the Tang and Song Dynasties with strict family background.
To today's neon.
Still Tianhe Vivi, white waves surging.
Lunar New Year's Eve! Today is Tanabata!
The vast night sky, bitter wine and tears
I wonder when you will cross the Tianhe River.
What is wrong with me? Oh! Tanabata!
Mine? your
Whose Tanabata?
Excerpt from Tanabata Poetry 6 Tanabata is here, and I love dyeing autumn.
I use love as a pen.
Take notes with emotion.
Remember the sweet words in your heart
This Tanabata, I want to be with you.
Falling in love day after day, getting drunk.
Hand in hand with poetry, Tanabata love story.
I want to be with you.
Xiangyueque bridge
Hold the blue boat together.
Wumoduxing River
I want to be with you.
Enter this poem together.
Obsessed notes, ink embroidery notes
I want to be with you.
Swimming in the ridge of love
Heart full, drunk.
I want to be with you.
Put warm paper in the photo.
In the ink painting Lanting
Put pen to paper and seal notes, incense for a thousand years
You are my poem.
I'm not tired of reading you a thousand times.
You are my spring.
The spring breeze is not as good as yours.
You are my summer.
A little Mao Mao rain.
It's not worth loving
You are my autumn.
Maple leaves send affection one by one.
Let me indulge in the notes of love
You are my winter.
Snow dance, flying, love wandering.
Love on earth is drunk all over the sky.
You are my four seasons
Mughal seasons are like spring.
Run my spring flowers.
You are my world.
This is my favorite.