Tanabata classic prose poem 1 I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Don't change just because it is possible.
He refused to say that beautiful oath.
Don't be separated because it is possible.
Dare not ask for confidence.
There's always a way.
Will you stay?
Leave it as an immortal mark.
So those
People you don't know can know.
How much I loved you.
Tanabata classic prose poem 3: I say you are an April day on earth;
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Tanabata classic prose poem 5 light scissors
Moonlight ribbon
experience
Brocade in August
The breeze blows.
Dance lightly with the dust of the soul
land
The time for solo dancing is fleeting.
for you
Bloom the fragrance of a season
Drunkenness and infatuation that drowned the world of mortals
Dye a delicate fragrance.
dream
Gentle trickling
Silent as
Colorful autumn in English.
Shake the youth that has fallen into the sea
Lost and carved attachments
dust
Solve the Millennium cycle
load
Long-term ideas
Retired sunset, crimson sunset.
Through the ancient and wilderness
The night is dim
Quietly filled with heart
Net gross value
The sky is full of twinkling stars.
Knock on the curtain of years
The lingering of shallow wounds caused by overlapping knitting
Dance or trip lightly and nimbly.
Acacia in August
Allow the plane to take off
Whispering wings
Staring at the blooming dreams in the distance.
Swaying the lotus fragrance of the whole city
Ink inkstone
If the pen falls on paper, it will be like snow.
Relaxed poems, hearts and elements.
Waiting for the fate of autumn water to see through
The Romance of Meeting Queqiao on Qixi Festival
Tanabata classic prose poem 6 Acacia and love overlap on the 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?
Seven classic prose poems on Tanabata, 7 minutes.
Maybe it is the fate of meeting by chance,
I picked up a round white pen.
Imagine, Tanabata, at 1 1 1 has nothing to do with me.
Never know the ups and downs of love and hate.
Never want to step into the endless troubles of having a girlfriend.
I don't want to be a prisoner of so-called love and accept unreasonable punishment!
But for those who love words,
Tanabata;
Today is the day to excavate buildings.
Besides, it is raining in July.
It rains heavily;
Is Su Shi cold in the lonely sandbar?
Continuous rain
There is no cold winter in the world of flying swallows, and the four seasons are like summer!
Lonely you, accept my Qixi blessing: find him (her) as soon as possible, and the good scenery is behind.
You who are no longer lonely, accept my Tanabata prayer: the lotus pear branch is also a lovebird, and happiness is behind.
Yesterday, at Taiyuan Railway Station,
Aroused my ignorance of the first star language I wanted to hear,
The girl I once liked was in the crowd,
The heart has no touch, as young men and women say.
The corners of the mouth and eyeballs are filled with smiles.
Maybe it's just the sudden joy and panic of an old friend I haven't seen for five years.
Maybe my boyfriend doesn't want to snuggle up to him.
Maybe it was five years ago, but the favorite of teenagers turned into a faint smile.
Away from the sight of the crowd,
Two children who haven't seen each other for five years meet again.
People always change when they get old.
Fortunately, I recognized each other.
The feeling of looking at each other is numb but wonderful.
Until it turned into mutual ridicule,
Then the waves reached a relative climax.
It's amazing,
This wave of hand has really become a goodbye I will never see again.
She disappeared from the train until she got off.
At that time, I meditated on some conversations:
Cold words,
Words prepared for the speech,
I'm even going to giggle and tell her that I once liked her!
maybe
It's a passerby,
You should be in a hurry
Instead of going back to people,
Stop at the beginning!
A gesture of recognition by waving.
Turned into a caring and silent cold figure.
Waving the perfect gesture implies a reunion five years later.
Translated into a broken picture, there are words that can't be said.
Dancing with fantasy hope,
In the end, it turned out that there was no farewell on Tanabata.
On the occasion of Qixi,
Want to send a blessing:
I wish you happiness.
I wish all men and women will not play cowherd and weaver girl.
Only meet on the seventh day of July,
Support each other for life,
North Korea is Tanabata!
Think of Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian", lovers had better read it.
The two feelings meet in the Milky Way, and the bridge is set as an Iraqi. Picturesque as water, touching and beautiful!
Reminds me of the song on July 7th, which should be everywhere today. The song is full of happiness.
Listen to the song whose name has been forgotten:
The reunion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and the Dujuan Bridge, even if the wind and rain continue, is doomed.
There is a sentence in it.
I'm still at the starting station,
In that song:
That day;
I heard you were leaving,
We didn't leave a word.
I am very happy to listen to that song, without any sadness.
Maybe you are happy and I am happy. This song has filled my heart.
Lalla
Cheer for tanabata,
This romantic season!