In the Tang Dynasty, there was a Mid-Autumn Festival in Chang 'an, Cui Hao, and every family would hold a needle and thread that night. Yu Pei knew it, but heaven and earth didn't meet. Long letter deep cloudy night retreat, Yao Taiwan golden pavilion number fireflies. Banky was preoccupied that night, and Hehan watched the bullfight in the middle of the night.
On Tanabata Hall, Bai Juyi is shrouded in mist, and the bright moon is in the sky, and the three phases of silver, Han and autumn are the same. How many joys and sorrows, year after year, on this night.
Yang Pu didn't know what it meant in the Qixi song, so he had to ask the Weaver Girl to get the golden shuttle. Begging every year is clever with the world, but there are many clever ways.
In the Qixi Tang Dynasty, Cao Nvxiang met the magpies in the Qixi Autumn. Yunfei returns to the golden pheasant, and the bright moon hangs a jade hook. Yan Yu added several times that she didn't hate it, but there was no more shyness on her face. To make matters worse, when Xiao Jian shot Cui Lou from the east.
Tanabata Tu passes through Yaoxuan on Tanabata every year. Who knew there were tears in autumn? Since the world is one year old, why not just dusk in the sky?
In autumn and evening, Du Mu's silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, waving a small fan to drive away fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
On Qixi Hall, Du Bailu contains the bright moon and breaks the crimson river. Turn at the seventh lane of Tianjie, and the pavilion passes Ershen. I dressed myself in a suit, and I went to renew my frontier in a fragrant feast. Every year tonight, the loom is full of special feelings.
There are very few historical stars in Liuyan of Tang Dynasty in Qixi and Song Dynasty, and the ceremony can be regarded as unkind. Yunxiang is thin, with new makeup and long color in Tianjin. Jade Sapporo meets at night, and the demon is red and miserable. Loneliness is low enough to enter the old machine, rest on the golden shuttle and think about dusk. I don't know why I can't see you in this world, but I want this time. The blue sky is exposed and the color board is wet, and the flowers beg for spider silk.