Some people say that on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, children who can't talk can see the meeting of cowherd and weaver girl, but they can't see it after they can talk, for fear that you will tell them. This statement represents the love characteristics of China before the foreign wind came in. Nowadays, young people are not afraid of being known or seen when they fall in love, and more and more flowers are offered, one, nine, ninety-nine, 999, and even one gives away ten thousand roses. The movement is getting louder and louder, and it is known all over the world through newspaper publishing, online uploading and TV broadcasting.
I think Cowherd and Weaver Girl may see young people enjoying love so happily and boldly in the sky, and they may burst into tears again. I thought that the poor cowherd even had a problem eating, and the "Sister Lin" fell from the sky. When I was excited, I had nothing to give, let alone spend money on roses. Fortunately, Sister Zhinv doesn't talk about this, but she loves him. Although Sister Weaver doesn't talk about form, Brother Cowherd may also regret that he didn't offer flowers. After all these years, the Milky Way has been blocking each other, and it's hard to wait until a "Valentine's Day", and he will also collect some fairy flowers for Sister Weaver at the edge of the Milky Way. It's a pity that we can't see it on the night of Tanabata. If we can see it, the Cowherd will definitely say that now all the young people in our hometown are in a mood to send flowers. I can't afford flowers, and I don't have time to go back. I will pick a fairy flower nearby and give it to you. Sister Vega will definitely shed happiness and tears. You are too hateful to the heavenly queen. You are only allowed to pair up in the sky, and your children are in groups. Others can't find them in the sky. When you visit the people, you say that the door is not right. My husband catches up with the sky, but you let the milky way water roll in the air, looking through the autumn water day and night for 365 days a year. Fortunately, the kind magpie helped us meet again one night. Cowherd hates to be reborn early, Weaver hates to be a fairy, and envies the new generation in the world today.
Everything in heaven and earth is uncomfortable, and it is hard to find a fairy or a mortal. Who will spend today and tomorrow? Although you can't meet every day, you will be together for thousands of years. There are rice, oil and salt in the mortal world, BMW Mercedes-Benz villas, rural residents in the city, rich families and low houses, and everything is like a galaxy that is difficult to round up lovers' parties.
The eternal farewell in heaven and earth must be tears of love. I hope that all shall be well that ends well for lovers. Immortals, mortals and immortals can happily and happily hold flowers to meet their lovers forever.
Beggar's Day Composition 2-Poetry
Tanabata has arrived, and I am writing a poem for you in a starry sky. Do you know that my love is so deep?
The phoenix fan opens obliquely, and the star bridge flies back across the magpie.
Strive to say goodbye to the world forever, in exchange for coming every year.
This is a poem about Qixi, so beautiful and so sad. I have always liked Li Shangyin's poems, and I always feel that there is an obscure emotion in that poem, such as water-colored fireworks, which is a bleak summer.
The love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which was born in the world of mortals without a trace of dust, is clean and transparent, which makes people feel distressed. Whether we meet once a year, look at each other in pairs, or care for each other in silence, we can't break this cause and effect, and we can't break this dust. What kind of obsession is this? It won't change for ten thousand years and one hundred million years.
Even if the world of mortals turns upside down, the world will change. I think their love will not be affected in the slightest, because this love has transcended the world of mortals and is far above the world.
This world is too noisy to find a quiet corner to store the heart like a pearl in the sea. Wandering in the world of mortals, I always believe that it is like the love of a cowherd and a weaver girl, but the world is too big and I am too small. I can't find it, so I have been on the road, always watching the fireworks in the world with a cold eye and watching the warmth in the world with a warm eye.
So, the world of mortals seeks, don't ask past lives, just want to meet you. On poetic days, in the bright sunshine and the scattered stars, I like to write poems and entrust the Jade Bird to send them to you, just to exchange your smile when the lights are dim.
The ends of the earth, acacia endless; The sea of clouds is vast, and the eyes are constantly looking. I really want to live an elegant life, turn time into the elegance of a flower, look back with a beautiful attitude, and look at you with a peerless attitude. In the days when the wind is light and the clouds are light, I am holding a volume and singing softly, and my thoughts are over the waters of Qian Shan. In the jumping of page numbers, sandalwood curled up, incense entered my heart, and fragrance wafted, which seemed to float from ancient times, and in an instant, my heart was broken to ashes.
In the smoke, I seem to see you coming from the watermark mountain, so clear, so real, but like a nightmare, broken at the touch.
At night, the fireworks started on Qixi, and it was open until the stars fell and the moon set.
Acacia can't hide all over the sky, and it will follow the wind to the west of Magpie Bridge.
So, I wrote this poem for you in the starry sky, with the light and shadow of the stars and the moon as ink and the deep blue sky as writing paper, just waiting for you to return in the light of the stars and the moon.
When the pen is up, I can't help myself. The wind is blowing all over the city. When the pen is down, it is already full of flowers and clothes.
Erfengliu
The so-called romantic, that is, you don't forget the inch by inch when you smile and stare, and you are full of tears.
Romantic, it was a past, a Qian Shan experience. Do you know that there is such a young boy with a name as jade, and what kind of demeanor is it? What kind of modest gentleman is that, gentle as jade?
Perhaps, a teenager is like jade.
Perhaps, a gentleman should be like a orchid.
A young gentleman, with thoughts, tortured his heart for a long time in a hundred turns and thousands of times, and eventually his feelings were not long. At that time, the meeting, falling flowers all over the sky, combined with the flow of young people's eyes.
Look at the scenery of the world, see the misty rain, see the world of mortals and autumn waters, and look at it for ten thousand years.
At that time, I was also a teenager.
At that time, it was also as warm as jade.
Walk in the world, make a fire of fate, boil a pot of cloud water and Zen, take the taste of the world as bodhi, and seek the past lives of a lotus. At that time, how charming you should be, how charming you should be. I don't want anything but memories. If you have memories, you will never forget them. Because of memory, love lasts longer and thoughts are more lingering.
Some people say that the love that passed by is as shallow as water, and the world is red, and love and hate are lingering, and finally the distance is lengthened by time. No matter how beautiful the relationship is, it's just like the spring breeze in March. My heart is like glass, and it's broken between my fingers. For whom does resentment waste the world of mortals?
I don't understand, I just want to remember, remember everything about me and you, including meeting, including parting. However, in the repeated waste of time, I finally forgot my truest self, the most beautiful you at that time.
Is the sweet wind blowing through the sugar, or is the return air blowing the flowers? The beautiful figure that is independent in the falling water is like an empty valley, a secluded orchid and an ancient temple peach blossom. In a quiet place where no one is disturbed, we meet a beautiful encounter that we will never forget. Is it a surprise or a blur? I don't know Years, poignant and intoxicating.
At that time, you danced for yourself on the empty court, feeling sorry for yourself. Pile up the pear blossoms all over the ground, saying that they are not haggard and damaged, but that no one can pick them. A beautiful petal rain suddenly began to fall in the sky. I still remember you, dancing lightly at that time, which was beautiful and amazing.
Tanabata has arrived, in the bright fireworks and starlight, it is hard to hear bloom's voice again. The old piano sound, however, sounded in the depths of the world of mortals. It was a memory, a regret, and no sorrow or joy. When I hear it by chance, I feel like quenching my body and mind.
A finger touched the water, disrupting the weak water for 3 thousand, and the memories broke into colorful butterflies all over the sky, dancing and dancing. Romantic love can always arouse my love for the dream. There are peach blossoms in the world, and you are undoubtedly the peach blossom that haunts my heart, as beautiful as prajnaparamita and romantic and envious.
If one day, the devil falls in love with an angel; Lily falls in love with the winter spirit and blooms in winter; Romeo and Juliet wish to be together for life. Then, there will be beautiful love in the world.
It is often said that in Chinese Valentine's Day, a girl can get a skillful hand like a weaver girl by threading a red thread through seven pinholes in one breath. I tried to get through seven holes, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get through seven holes, hehe!
"Sister, did I look good?" I held something like a fur ball in one hand.
"Good! What is it for? " My sister asked me.
I told my sister carefully: "This hairball is called Xixi, which hides my happy wish!"! He was also made by myself, and the red line on it stands for blessing "May all lovers get married!"! "
"Then why do you want to make a ball sample? "Sister and don't understand.
"Ha ha!" I proudly said, "That's because today the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd want to see each other, and the family reunion will be round!" "
At dusk, everything is dressed in a golden coat, and at first glance, it is golden.
"Hey? Why is it red? " I looked at the red light in the sky.
"That's the cowherd sending roses to the Weaver Girl!"
"Wow!"
"Ha ha, not bad!" It turns out that dad came back and brought back roses!
Dad told us not to make any noise, so he secretly put the flowers in front of his house. After a while, my mother came back.
"wow! Who sent me flowers! How beautiful! " Mom was very surprised.
"Who else but Dad?" I said to my mother, "Ha ha"
As night falls, the green trees shine with strange light. A breeze blew to get rid of the fatigue of the whole body.
"Sister, why is there a star in the sky?"
"That's because the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl rarely meet each other and don't want to be apart, so there is only one star."
"Oh, the relationship between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd is so good."
Love is so great!
Valentine's Day has come. Today, it's Valentine's Day in China, and the day after tomorrow, it's Valentine's Day in the West. During these two days, I sent you roses. Maybe you won't know who I am, and you probably won't think that I sent you roses-because we are not together at all now, and we haven't met for a long time. How can we send foreign roses? It's a long way from Wan Li. Send the roses in your heart, I love you-maybe you have forgotten me a long time ago. If I tell you that I gave you the roses, it may only bring back your distant memories-whether you still remember or not, in short, I sent you roses. On Valentine's Day, you are my lover, maybe you don't know, maybe you don't admit it, but I sent you roses. In these two days,
I don't know if there are any roses planted on the hillside of the rural middle school. If there are, I will pick the next one. This is the most pure rose. I will give it to you, and offer you my innocent feelings in my youth, as white as the clear spring in Baiyun Stream in the sky. The roses planted in the mountains are the best match for you, but now I only vaguely remember your smile. Where are you now?--------I heard that you married a mountain village not far away, and your daughter has grown up, with the same smile as you did then.
People say that roses represent passionate love. Can I give them to you? At that time, there were no roses, let alone Valentine's Day, so I didn't send you anything at that time, just wrote a few letters-who can write letters now? I'd better send you roses, even though we weren't enthusiastic at that time, and we couldn't really love each other-it was just a vague feeling of love, so I am now.
Valentine's Day is not called by China people. You are a foreign girl. By the way, you have never talked about Valentine's Day or roses, so I'm not sure whether you must be very happy when I send you roses on Valentine's Day. But if I send you a bunch of white pears, you must be excited. Pear is your career, pear is the pride of your country, and pear was once our same language. How have you been these years? Is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, I'd better give you roses. Let there be a bunch of bright red roses in the white fragrance of the mountains, just like a flame burning. That's just like your burning passion for China and Chinese culture in China.
Lantern Festival can also be called Valentine's Day in China. Valentine's Day in the west is just roses. Valentine's Day in China has lanterns, fans of poetry, fireworks and dumplings. On this night, I also love you-talented women who write poems and lyrics. You have made this festival not only full of love but also endowed her with poetry. I want to give you roses, too, out of admiration. Valentine's Day should give her a broader meaning. Love should not be the whole of Valentine's Day, and warmth should not be the interpretation of Valentine's Day. So I remembered that when Valentine's Day came, I would give roses to my middle school female classmates in seed of love, to my first lover who let me step into hazy love, and to my confidante in a foreign country. I also gave them to talented women who have the same hobbies-they are poetic and talented people (they can't help it if they don't accept them, anyway, they don't know that I want to send roses to them). Of course, I also gave roses to my wife, and besides, I don't know who to give my roses to on Valentine's Day.
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, in my memory, there is a very important festival in our hometown-"Beggar's Day", commonly known as "Daughter's Day". Looking back on the past, the Begging Festival in childhood is still full of joy and longing.
1976' s "Begging for Qiaojie Festival" happened on a rainy day. At that time, I was 1 1 years old and was in the fourth grade of primary school. Throughout the rainy season, except for not having enough to eat, others were carefree and happy, because there was almost no homework at that time. The most regrettable thing is that there was a big earthquake in Tangshan, and I dare not live in the house. Adults and children are on the street and live in "earthquake-proof sheds". Because of the earthquake, there was a mysterious atmosphere in the village. The adults talked mysteriously about whether we could "shake the earth" here. At that time, there was no TV newspaper and every family had a horn. The people called the earthquake "shake the earth", and the mystery was kept from us. Because we were often hungry, I guess the adults didn't know what was delicious to hide from our children. I remember coming together in the morning and yelling at my mother, "Today is the seventh of July, so knock smart cakes!" " Mother said, "Little Mandy is so greedy for the holidays. Your team got 85 Jin of wheat, and your eldest brother got married in winter. Now what are you going to eat to serve the guests?". I felt bad, so I went to school without breakfast. After school at noon, I played with my neighbors and partners at the East Reservoir. My friends took five small cakes from home and gave them to me 1 one. Although my stomach was growling, I added them with my tongue, smelled the smell of wheat, didn't want to eat them, and thought of my mother's embarrassment. My hunger was forgotten during the play in the reservoir. The cries of cicadas at the reservoir gradually became sparse, and corn, peanuts and sweet potatoes in the fields.
I suddenly want to write a love letter to you, which is a layer of warmth rising from the deepest part of my heart. It's also an oath to love.
Dear, I haven't had a serious chat with you for a long time; Talk about the truest feelings inside. I want to look into each other's eyes and see through what he (she) is thinking at the same time. That kind of love is what I yearn for most. Honey, do you understand? I often wake up in the middle of the night and look at you sleeping, and I feel that this is also a very simple happiness. Occasionally it hurts. It hurts that I am the one lying beside you tonight, and who will be lying beside you someday. Dear, I am confident. I never deny myself. At first, I was afraid that you would leave me, but now I am even more afraid that I will go further and further until I can't turn my head back.
I like lying quietly beside you, listening to your breath and feeling your existence. I like to hold you, and I can really feel that you belong to me at that moment. I like listening to you, and you will love me for a long time, which is a very gentle thing. In this world, no matter good or bad, that person is unique and unique. Dear, you are the only one for me; My unique story. Legend has it that the love of this life can't leave a trace in the next life. Dear, am I the love of your life? If so, dear, please hold my hand well and don't let go.
Qixi Valentine's Day, according to legend, is the day when Cowherd and Weaver Girl get together in a year.
That night, my mother and I came to the Cultural Square. I looked up at the moon and suddenly found that today's moon is beautiful and curved. There seems to be a burst of light beside it to set off its beautiful body, making it look more beautiful, shining and charming. Next to the moon, a group of naughty little stars are blinking, as if listening to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl told by the mother of the moon, and they seem to be moved by the feelings of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, showing a warm picture. Suddenly, there are luminous things in the sky. When you look intently, it turns out to be the Kongming Lantern!
The words "I love you" are reflected on the outside of the thin balloon, and there are several candles burning inside, just like a burning heart, so beautiful, so warm and so touching.
Perhaps the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl also saw this warm scene.
Expert comments:
The language is dull and the expression is inaccurate
The Tanabata between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will sound a little sad, but the myth is a myth after all. May all lovers in the world be well.
Expert comments:
This article describes what the author saw and felt during the "Chinese Valentine's Day". "It sounds a little sad, but the myth is a myth after all. I hope that all lovers will get well." The article is true and natural, with accurate and vivid words and vivid images. It is a very successful exercise.
Qiqiao Festival Composition 8 I
I heard a light rain outside the window, and in the shadow of the lamp, the music was meticulous and depressed. Take a sip of hot tea and swallow the warmth. I feel like a cold plankton, floating in the glitz. And thoughts, like the walls of containers, will always touch you gently at some point. Let the heart suddenly start. Knowing that it's just a small rain, I dare not stick my head out, for fear that my heart will be addicted to memories that I can't step on again in the rain, so I can't sleep tonight.
two
The rhythm of the music is sparse and loose. Many plots cannot be penetrated by certain clues. In the meantime, some funny sentences with obvious pain were put in disorder. A looming rest. A rising sound. On some large-span scales, the lonely wind chimes that gently touch are so abrupt and isolated. Echo, seeping from the background like spring water, dripping. Drop. Drop. Slowly flowing, slowly wandering, slowly running, slowly stirring, slowly surging and passionate, large sections are vast and vast, and large sections are mighty. It will take a long time to slowly calm down like a pool of peach. The poet who stepped on the song came from the empty fantasy, just like my dream yesterday. Long song was hidden in the wardrobe, and the level tone and rhyme were stripped off, leaving only sweet nothings as fragrant as roses. Say: Mo! Mo! ! Mo! ! !
In this rainy night, it will always become a word that has never been rhymed, and it will reach the pain at the speed of dark water samples. In an instant, it will be deified by this thin rain into an extremely luxurious feast or lonely imagination.
three
Sick, maybe.
I have never been so tired, like a boneless bug, unfolding my experience inch by inch in this gloomy rainy night. Starting with a leaf? No. Or from a look, experience, complicated into a kind of scar flower.
four
Last night was not a dream. Flowers bloom on the table, my breath is drunk, and my heart is in this eternal disaster, which is beyond recovery. And your flowers and bones shed tears because you want the rain in your dreams and the wheatgrass in your drunkenness. Tonight, in the rain, do you dare to bloom like that?
five
I planted a flower for you. It is said that all romance is not as good as a flower. So, I planted a flower for you. When midnight comes, I give her a unique aura, not a simple fragrance. In your dreams, in dreams that you never thought about, love will come to an end. Or, staying up late has another meaning.
six
Time can always prove something. Now, the Milky Way also has a bridge. After all, it is necessary to be affectionate and righteous, and let's see how this secular world can hit and squeeze us.
seven
I suddenly feel that you and I are just the protagonists of the legend.
Accumulated quietly in time and space, those legends covered with ideal light flashed the luster of thunder on rainy nights. Hehan is immersed in the dark night, and no one can sigh. Magpies are rare now, but utilitarian and vulgar scissors are as old as rust, and they can always achieve some sad sighs.
eight
Thunder. In my sleep, a few dull thunder passed by the window. So, should the tears of meeting be so dripping? In the computer, the music at the end of the pass also spreads low-key luxury and lingering. Rain, dripping on the empty steps, until dawn?
Not sleepless. It is music and the rain that fluffy the long-locked soul. As if the heavy water hit my heart, it quickly opened and wetted my feelings that I had never been introspective and conscious.
nine
Lie down and can't sleep. I turned on the light and went back to the computer. Inexplicable sadness came, and it rained heavily, hitting the house and hitting the outside.
ten
Finally went to sleep.
On Tanabata, it rained till dawn, but there was no sunshine. Long-lost moisture seized the space, opened the door, and it was raining. The distant lightning stirred up the meeting between the two people. The real world is too cruel, but we can't live without it.
Therefore, the so-called rain at night, the so-called nostalgia, the so-called pain and sensation, dreams and illusions are all derived from this endless real floating foam and reflection.
Even if there is no sunshine, it is still a clear and magnificent new day. Don't you think?