Rule 1: Be a magpie on Tanabata.
Qixi is actually a sad day. "There is nothing to say between water and water." Two people across the Milky Way, face to face for a year, just to wait for this brief encounter. It should be sad and happy-meeting means facing separation again.
I knew her a long time ago, but we have been apart for a longer time, which is a sad thing for lovers. Legend has it that when it rains on Tanabata, it should be the tears of Cowherd and Weaver Girl falling from the sky: holding hands, tears blurred, speechless and choked. I wish time would stop from now on, but it seems to be just a moment of heartbreak again. The campus in July is also a kind of eulogy. When passing by the school, I often see students who are about to leave school taking pictures. Three or four years seems to be a long time. Inadvertently, the lights in the corridor and the campus in the silhouette will soon be the same. Whether it's unrequited love or unrequited love, never say goodbye is lucky forever. Fortunately, there are often only a few, and many people may never see them again, but they will not be like the cowherd and the weaver girl-now the traffic is developed, and there is nothing to go, as long as they want to go. If you don't want to, you will live your own life sooner or later, which has nothing to do with each other.
One summer night when I was a child, I drilled through the grape trellis to listen to the whispers of the cowherd and the weaver girl. Then I realized that fairy tales are deceptive. I wonder if other friends have tried it, or am I the only one who is stupid? In some places, this day is the "Begging for Clevership Festival". On the seventh night of July, women on the earth beg for wisdom and skills from the Weaver Girl. This is a good activity, at least it can make people realize their own shortcomings. Many people think they are smart people and treat others as fools. From my shallow experience in my life, no one is a fool, but some people will say or do it skillfully or shamelessly, and some people can't do either, so they can only be regarded as fools by others.
The atmosphere of booking Chinese Valentine's Day roses has been hyped on the Internet for a long time, which makes me a little jealous and excited, thinking that women should be better to themselves. Should I buy one for myself? As Valentine's Day, it seems a little inappropriate. People who love each other certainly want to be together for a long time. Of course, sooner or later is good. The person who says "it's only a matter of time" is either the comfort of living apart from her or-he doesn't love her. China people are more introverted. Even so, the modest ancients even spoke sweet words like "I didn't see you every day like Sanqiu". How can a pair of lovers be embarrassed by 365 Sanqiu? What should we celebrate on such a festival?
The land is thick, and a gentleman has the beauty of an adult. Although I am a woman who is "only a woman is difficult to raise", I hope I can fly to the Milky Way on Tanabata, become one of the 10,000 magpies in Qian Qian on the Magpie Bridge, and become a pair of lovers.
Chapter 2: Tanabata, I am waiting for you in the poem.
Today, what dusk, Tanabata, I cherish.
Looking across the Milky Way, this shore looks through the waiting on the other side, expecting to meet hand in hand again, and acacia will dye the water of the Milky Way. The ancient and eternal love tells the unchangeable legend. The magpie who was moved first built a bridge of love, and the dream of Tanabata came true.
Looking at each other through time, can people who once met wait in Tanabata, and can those hidden scenery render you again in a poem? Tanabata, I am waiting for you in the poem.
The long river of memory, let the water of time flow from the bottom of my heart, silent night kissed the wandering thoughts, slightly sad, played a wonderful chord. The past that slowly settled in my heart lingered on the grass in my heart and was involved in the whirlpool. If I can't go ashore, I will stay in the most beautiful April day on earth forever.
You planted your name in my heart in the desert and told me to remember you. I care with words and nourish with beautiful poetic gratitude. Your blooming face has created a beautiful peach blossom garden this summer and this July. Peach Blossom Garden is destined to be an amazing adventure in this life. Music without ending is as beautiful as a story without ending, and the melody of singing continues to spread in life.
Peach blossoms are intentional, and fallen flowers are mud. Although meeting can't give a chance to bloom, it gives the beauty of falling flowers. It's Tanabata again. Penny and Weaver have feelings. See you in the sky. Neither you nor I have a chance to read this poem. Folding words to cook wine, may the world grow long. Build a wall with words and build a strong city. A lifetime of obsession makes an empty city lonely. Burning acacia, paying homage to Iraqis. I am waiting for you in the poem, waiting for you to dance in the sky with long sleeves and write fragrance in ink. When you meet me in the corner of the text, comfort my soul and put my lonely soul aside.
At the end of July, it was still fresh and acacia grass grew in my city. Those scattered flowers jump in their own spring and bloom with a unique attitude, but they can't stand the touch of the sad breeze and have already been moved to tears. ...
The shadow in my heart is immortal vanilla, that is, "wildfire never completely devours them, and when the spring breeze blows, they will be reborn." It is the fate of past lives, and there is endless lingering in this life. I met you briefly, but I was deeply impressed. The whole city fascinates me, and I miss you silently.
How many pale little words were knocked down by the writer, which lit the night that I didn't want to sleep. Under the dim light, I don't know if you met my wet poem, and if you are willing to come from afar with my poem. You'll never enjoy the scenery again when you come back.
The night is quiet, the wind is light and quiet, and everything is brewing the atmosphere of cowherd and weaver girl meeting. The sadness and joy of reunion touch the wind, and the moon is a little dusty, and the stars wet their eyes. The drizzle wet the tears of acacia.
Walking through the middle of the night is like looking into your deep eyes and asking you: What is night? Write a song "Waiting for You", send the bright moon far away, and look forward to the bright moon on the sea. At this time, you and I are at the end of the world. Tonight's Tanabata night, under a blue sky, * * * saw the morning glory and the Milky Way of Weaver Girl, with the same topic Tanabata. Dripping the drizzle in the heart, watering the dry words and nourishing the beautiful poems at the fingertips. I am waiting for you in the poem, waiting for you to complete the Qixi myth with me; When you and I eavesdrop on the fairy's private story under the grape trellis ...
The third chapter: the concept of Tanabata, Tanabata love.
On Qixi night, two twinkling lone stars reflected into the deep sky; I saw the elegant Milky Way stretching into the sky like white silk; I saw pink magpies lined up, hung with curved Hongqiao, and a joy of immersion in the heart and lungs rippled in the river, stunning the beautiful legend of the Qixi Magpie Bridge.
Sit in the middle of the night and play a gentle and euphemistic tune, so that your heart can find the gentleness of the ethereal world in music! On Tanabata, your figure quietly crossed my life, and my thoughts quietly stayed in your life. A dream in the world of mortals, regardless of the depth of fate, is a kind of companionship; Fate is also an expectation!
Legend has it that on Qixi night, you can hear the whispering of cowherd and weaver girl under the grape trellis! Therefore, every Tanabata, the whole world will look up at the vast sky and listen to the whispers floating in the deep night sky under the grape trellis! Cowherd and Weaver Girl, once-in-a-thousand lovers, how will they continue their love? ...
It's a long night, and the breeze caresses me. I don't know how far apart the thrilling cowherd and weaver girl are, and I don't know if they can really get together! The weaver girl and the honest cowherd in the boudoir are separated by a wide galaxy, but by each other's lovesickness and endless affection. ...
Tonight, even if thousands of stars are charming, they are not as beautiful as two loving stars! Perhaps, the centrifugal place is close, but the distance is far; Very close distance, centrifugation is far from Germany! Cowherd and Weaver Girl are quietly watching and waiting on this bumpy and distant road!
Under the quiet galaxy, I dare not say a word, for fear of disturbing the whispering of the fairy couple! Romantic tanabata, dancing on the magpie bridge, meeting the notes of nature and stepping on the charm of meteors, Ren Siyi left idolize in the night wind. ...
On Tanabata night, the twinkling stars are like magic pens. On this missing Tanabata night, the love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl is described to the world! Looking up at the deep Milky Way, how many waves in the night sky hold up reverie and how many thoughts fly! At this moment, I would like to break through the cocoon of time, let the free wind sow the seeds of poetry along the distant sky, and let my thoughts drift with the wind. ...
I am typing quietly and my heart is flowing at my fingertips. The flat and orderly square characters tell the wisdom of the ancients, and the nifty poems also lengthen my thoughts. Beautiful poems feather into the wings of magpies, leap into wonderful brilliance, chase the Milky Way with starlight, and extend the light of the moon!
Road, floating under the starlight, heart, wandering on the curve! On the night of Tanabata, the cowherd and the weaver girl performed a lot of romance on both sides of the Milky Way! Magpies on the horizon also set up neon lights to let the mood fly away from here. Can the strange cloud road lead to commitment? Who salvaged the flying star fragments in the heart lake? Who is it that spreads the fragrance of falling in the night sky?
A string of acacia red beans, hugging the boys and girls roaming in love on this missing Tanabata night. Tonight, looking up at the starry sky, I would like to turn into a magpie feather, fly to the other side of the Milky Way, get drunk, sway in the Xinghai, see Qionglou Yuyu, and live with Gui Xiang!
The stars on Tanabata are twinkling, sighing that the Milky Way has lovers, and laughing people wake me up alone. Tanabata night. Look, dream, dream. I would like to stand on the earth with simple scenery, cross the blue night sky and read the love of the Milky Way with you.
Lonely night sky, broken stars, fleeting time, sleeping earth. I only use scattered starlight as a quilt and red beans as a pillow. I would like to have a Chinese Valentine's Day dream, looking for traces of falling meteors in my sleep. I hope it will take this missing stamp and stick it in front of your window in the morning, turning it into a colorful cloud and making you smile!