On Qixi Poetry 1 (1)
Natural solution
The night is hazy.
A thin moon bends like a hook.
cold-caused ailment
Bird destination
Xinghe Xi que Du Fei
Weaver Girl in the East and Lang in the West
Look forward to crossing the river in a year
A girl in blue
As gentle as water-deeply attached
I feel very happy and drunk today.
dear
Holding hands in dreams
Every night is pitiful.
Cowherd and blind date
1. Don't spend the year-end irregularly.
The wind said
The Milky Way counts the stars every night.
Count the stars to meet.
The wise man said
Galactic stars 200 billion
I can't count three.
dear
I'm counting the stars waiting for you
Not for a hundred years.
Ten thousand years, then.
(2)
You are the seventh day of July, and I am the seventh day.
We are destined to be on this day
Time flies, and the silver man is drifting away.
Follow you from generation to generation and never give up.
Today, so many flowers are in full bloom
Magpies and flowers surround us, and the river flows slowly.
Every voice is an ode and a blessing to true love.
Every movement is a caress and a sweet hug.
My love for you has never changed.
Please don't say that you and I are in the end of the world.
Our hearts are angels with wings.
What's more, there are magpie bridges flying over.
Loving you is the happiness of my life and the virtue of my previous life.
Hold your hand and walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
This is not just a dream that shouts to you a thousand times.
On Tanabata Poem 2 Moonlight Falling
Nagato
The drizzle is lingering like silk.
Acacia trees on the other side
two teardrops
light
Pain and softness that have been imprisoned for a long time
sky
Keep spinning in desire
In samsara
Missed the integrity of the plot
Don't dream tonight
Listen to the banana's heart
Such as the cries of Iraqis.
inch by inch
All because I love you.
Tonight
It scares me.
Step on fallen leaves
Holding faith is close to life.
The ideal is still at that moment.
Life Begins Anew
Life suppresses blood.
Water dilutes the blood concentration.
Facing this day, I thought about life.
And ideals come after life.
At this time, I have to make a living.
Near dawn, the night gives off a faint light.
Follow the light source to the path of life
The winter night is so long.
Only in dreams can there be ideals.
Abandon life
I can't live without it.
Ideal comes from life.
Dawn is coming.
Interpret the thoughts of life.
About Qixi poem 3, you point to the stars all over the sky.
Shh, be quiet.
Waiting for the arrival of magpies.
We bent down the soft bones on our backs.
Listen to tanabata
Listen to the gentle waves of the milky way
Put green on the dew, and pure feelings on the grass tips.
Grit your teeth.
at present
The loofah vine is still there.
There is no whisper under the loofah vine
All the people who turned away fell in the ashes.
Queqiao collapse
There is only an empty leaf.
Lying in the palm of your hand
It's like a feeling of taking away the soul.
At some point when Qixi is coming.
Gently erased by time
That's it, that's it.
A person is slowly forgotten.
Poem 4 on Qixi: The pheasant is sad and confused, and the night shadow is faint.
Beauty is like jade, and the account is warm in spring night.
Drunk eyes, hazy, but covered with dust,
There is no night in the dark, how to teach the lights to flow?
Why sigh year after year?
I miss the rain, I just want to live like a dream.
Soul brightens the sky, blood turns into spring rain,
Early next summer, the garden will be full of jasmine.
A Brief Analysis of China's Valentine's Poetry 5 1
Just one night.
My eyes are insomnia.
Just to watch the night
Sleeping stars
two
I wrote it to myself.
But scattered in the moment of looking back
Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness
Draw it on your eyes.
three
I want to close it.
Stars outside the window
Just to make the moon more beautiful.
If necessary
I picked up my pen.
four
All the beauty
Are they all so beautiful?
Just like tonight.
All the best wishes in the world.
In fact, this is a deduction.
A heavenly separation
five
I cover your breath.
Turn off the night
On this night
Stop looking at the scenery outside the window.
About Qixi Poetry 6 Hide the hot air in your arms in autumn, and crush it carefully.
The meniscus peeps at the annual affectionate gaze.
I tasted fragrant tea, and I remember what you said about Na Pianhai.
This season, we must filter the pure and unrestrained.
Tonight, someone must be happy at the seaside.
In the distance, someone made a detailed inventory of his memory.
The cup is full of your eyebrows and your smiling face.
The most joyful thing is your seductive promise. You must have forgotten.
The cactus on the windowsill said, you must remember.
That ugly thing must be a genius. He always tells lies and makes me fall for it.
Once infatuated with a pair of lonely wings
Always want to fly over the cursed despair
I once had a crush on you, like a sun flower longing for the light.
I thought I could hold a warm password and never forget it.
But I never imagined that the blazing flame would never escape the blue light.
The moon has set in the west, and the darkness blocked your way when you came.
The wind hurt that cloud, and it can't find your direction anymore.
Magpie Bridge must be very busy tonight, I didn't go.
Because I'm not someone's beloved weaver girl.
There is no cowherd I miss on the bridge.
There is little love recorded in the history of Qixi poetry 7.
Even the women in the old population who cried down the Great Wall.
Even if a face of melancholy in the face of peach blossom
Even if all the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties become gentle and lovely tonight.
When it comes to love, they are not.
At night, summer insects whisper, and the sound is "Qixi"
The stars in the sky are swaying and the beads are about to drip.
Even if the eyes are affectionate, kiss
Even if men and women embrace each other.
When it comes to love, they are not.
The story is left with the title "Qixi"
No words, no writing.
I turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to all kinds of denunciations.
I saw a solitary grave on Mawei slope, like an eye that refused to close.
When it comes to love, I am speechless.
No bridge can easily cross the vast galaxy.
No lamp can stop the strong wind.
No sweet words can revive bones.
When it comes to love, they are not.
Tanabata is not conclusive evidence.
If I can take you to the rainy south of the Yangtze River.
I will be the breeze in front of the lattice window.
Blow away the sadness in my heart for you
If I can take you to the rainy south of the Yangtze River
I will be a lonely butterfly in Hongcun yard.
Shake off acacia for you.
If I can take you to the rainy south of the Yangtze River
I will be a drunken maple leaf in Tachuan autumn.
I shed the last tear for you.
If I can take you to the rainy south of the Yangtze River
I will be a girl who bears a grudge in Nanhu.
Coming to you in the misty rain
But God blindfolded me.
Stop my steps
therefore
I stood coldly in the rain.
Turned into a stone bridge
After 500 years of wind and rain, sun and rain.
When you come, you will cross the bridge.
About Qixi Poem 9 Parting Mourning
Mrs Lambert remembers love.
The Milky Way is getting wider and longer.
Also separated from each other.
Lovers' yearning for love
Just complaining about the short time together.
Only hate the vicious queen mother.
done
Cowherd cares about his wife every day.
Weaver always misses her lover.
Open your eyes and close your eyes for each other.
All the days are full of sadness.
Physically and mentally haggard
Tears spilled on both sides of the galaxy.
Touching Magpie to Build a Bridge of Love
Radio waves of love
Travel through time and space
Slowly flowing in the galaxy
Just looking forward to the good times together.
If you miss it, speak your mind.
Tonight on the Milky Way
Full of the fragrance of roses
Please don't disturb them tonight.
Let them love each other to the extreme.
About Qixi Poetry 10 If you wait all your life.
Will be like the petals of this crying blood
Be gently removed
Then there is the random ravages.
So, the agreement 500 years ago
Why do you still grow in your dreams?
Snow can't drip water.
Because it has been blocked by the cold of time.
Flowers make no honey.
This is because the worry about pulp comes early in the frost season.
I can't draw the trajectory of geese flying over.
Because the spring with dreams is long gone.
It is rainy in July.
My vines climbed the highest courtyard wall early.
Can see passers-by
From east to west
The full stop when the moon sets is not necessarily perfect.
Where you have been.
It is also a broken curve.
The wind dried the candle lamp.
Bamboo strung together a broken summer.
An agreement reached thousands of years ago
Tanabata night is also true and illusory.
Sad leaves were scattered by raindrops.
The end of the tree is not forever.
On Qixi Poetry 1 1 Moonless Night
A bridge with bright stars
This side of the river
I am eager to see it.
On the other side of the river.
It's you who miss you.
Missing is the overflowing lake.
Only your love.
Let the silvery white lake shine
Sipan is a mountain.
Only your beauty.
Let my heart grow wings to fly.
Looking forward to 365 days and nights
Get through to Qian Qian for thousands of minutes.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl on that day.
In this Tanabata agreement
They all met on the magpie bridge.
The rain falling on the ground is a crystal tear in the sky.
I open my arms and have the beautiful name Tanabata in my mouth.
It's like putting a star
Embrace in my moon bend
On Qixi night, I will definitely have a wonderful dream.
In that dream, there were you and your shining tears.
Our tanabata love has an agreement.
About Qixi Poetry 12 The Sadness of More than 300 Nights in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Just paving the way for lovesickness tonight
That Hosta was an outrageous blow.
Be remembered by the world for thousands of years.
I want to be a magpie.
Forgot to witness the Millennium infatuation at home.
How many gorgeous meteors are there?
Can come to the earth under the feet of all living beings.
How many good wishes are there?
Can we not keep silent in your memory and mine?
How much love has come to an end, just like Conan's awakening.
If I can become a magpie, how can I not?
I personally recite this eternal promise.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl, See the World
They not only lament the difficulty of this love.
More envious of this love soaring above the world of mortals.
Even at the end of the night, you have to say this sentence.
I don't know how many times I have said this sentence.
Next year, this place will be waiting for you.
It's not just the world that has been touched tonight.
Boys and girls who shouted vows.
Look at the west.
Yuehua was full of tears, clutching Yunsha and burying her face in it.
On Qixi Poetry 13 (1)
How many degrees is Tanabata?
A few more lingering.
In the illusory space-time.
In a dream
Moss may be getting longer and longer.
The only witness is that the years are far away.
Once sang in a low voice
It's blurred.
A little thought is like morning dew.
Slide and air dry.
Watch the time.
Gaunt
Loneliness bothers me.
Stand by and stand by the window alone
Guanyun
Listen to cicada
(2)
Tanabata autumn wind is also elegant,
The sky is as clear as sand,
Lang lang gan Kun night
Queqiao fairy carving,
The love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Lonely Chang 'e's heart is wild,
Fold laurels and climb branches,
I want to curse God.
Hate the red sun,
Be inseparable from each other.
As for the Qixi poem 14 July, I have not been allowed to ponder her exquisiteness.
The woman who drank my heart
It turns out that under the grape trellis, it is easy to leak.
Privacy of Thought-Inscription
■ Red dust
A lonely boat is misty and rainy.
The fleeting years are rippling in the water.
I stood on the shore and couldn't bear to salvage.
pass
Laughing, laughing. Just to make these happy.
Drift with the tide
Gradually into the transparent silence.
Red dust. My world of mortals is nothing but worldly.
Is mediocrity
Soft words, sometimes sleepless nights.
Frequent sighs.
Accidentally measured distance
Only I know.
Between us
How far apart?
■ Night
It's cold at night. But it was gone in an instant.
It's all poetry. Background silence
The gloomy night is distant and cold.
The smell of kudingcha and chrysanthemum
Easily seduce my safety.
Cold rain. Under the dripping grape trellis
I have been trekking alone in your river.
Take your time step by step.
There is no time mark.
No beginning, no end.
Who has seen a net full of scars?
Struggle in the storm in the rain
And your struggle is an umbrella waiting for news.
Stop my search
■ The pain of Tanabata
It's Tanabata again. Dusk time
Colorful nostalgia
Lonely green covered with grapes
With cold light.
The blood flowing in the chest hurts.
Drop by drop eroded yesterday's black and white.
Yellowing memories hide the wings of butterflies.
Hidden flowers and birds singing
Hiding helpless separation
My woman is old.
There are fine lines around the corners of the eyes.
Weak shoulders and rivers and lakes.
Trembling for many sleepless nights.
Days of hardship
It's raining and the night is long.
Even if you can hold your hand.
How to borrow a skylight?
Let me see the sadness dripping all the way.
That drop is you.
That drop is me.
About Qixi Poetry 15 I love Chinese cabbage in front of the screen.
Green in the light rain,
Beginning of autumn that day,
You plant them in rows.
I like the morning glory on the east wing wall.
Climb into the room,
The flowers are in bloom,
You are the one who woke me up by blowing the horn.
I like those clothes on the clothesline in my yard.
Dripping with water,
You rub them, you wash them,
Let the sun incense them.
I only have half an acre of land,
A cow,
A fairy like you,
But gave birth to it for me on the hot kang.