Qixi

Wen/Through the Dust

Seven

This spoon can only be used to scoop water

Dear, I only scoop one scoop of water, regardless of everything

Onlookers, I want you to look far away

Even if you are thirsty, you want to use this spoon

But it belongs to me only. If you want to fight

, please take it out first, and see who is infatuated with you

You can't compete with me

I don't laugh at your failure

I often don't have enough time, just

bow my head with a spoon, carry a clear shadow

drink it slowly, and live forever

evening. You have to clear

the evening cloud is so thin, it must form an alliance with the meniscus

before it can be with you and shoulder to shoulder

However, in 364 days a year, the thoughts you weave

are getting brighter and brighter

Look at the moonlight on your left, and the starlight on the right

after you hold tears and get on the bridge

. Dear

, how can the family be separated by a river?

In those days, now I rely on this bridge.

Magpie, how can I thank you?

Tonight, let me step on my shoulders and find the people I love forever.

I am only busy with dew and begging for cleverness.

How do you know that we have no time to take care of it?

Looking at each other every minute, I can't bear to let go of magpie

We all regret that we didn't bring a time folder

Selfishly put all these colorful birds in

so that they can't fly away if they want to, and let them solidify

into this bit by bit time space, bit by bit < The bridge should be covered with flowers, and there should be dew drops on the flowers.

In the dew drops, there should be diamonds ...

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Wind, raise my hand

The wind blows away to hide, your eyebrow, your face

Your eyes make me clear

At dusk, my night

burns cicada wings from the window

gathers pain

Shouts out your name, the name I hold

the name I am resting on my pillow. It's no longer cold and cheerless

We cling to each other

I play and sing, hold hands and smile

Your warm tea raises eyebrows

There are few stars in the moon, and I just want to kiss your delicate and charming book

Open the book, and your shadow smoothes the creases

My shadow follows

Thousands of ancient poems and chapters are flat and graceful. Dancing in the middle

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Tanabata

Another year of waiting has gone. The footsteps of Tanabata are attached to the light spirit of fog

in the west, you weave a colorful dusk

You are dizzy and blushing in the white clouds

You call me to the whisper of sleepless tonight

In the east, I take a year's pastoral

I pick one shoulder to chase after forever

I set off for the charming Hehan

It's windy and rainy. The magpie flutters its wings

draws a hairpin into a river

breaks a moat of 11,111 light years

separates the eternal sun from each other

gathers thousands of feathers and bridges

bridges a pool of fireflies

circles this night

under the tender grape trellis, In the forest of flowers and trees

insect cicada's voice had already rested

A red bean wrapped in tears for a year turned into amber

Whispering hanging tonight

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On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day

Acacia and love overlap on the magpie bridge

Tears are crystal clear under the grape trellis

My acacia is looking for loneliness in the wrinkles on my forehead

The sleepless night

The worm plays helpless pain

There are too many stories hanging on the crescent moon

In the Woods, in the fields, Talk between villages and tall buildings

Sit by the water at midnight

Listen to the sounds of nature

Frogs and insects clamor for ignorant pleasure

I miss you in the sound of fish

Spread on the banks of the Galaxy

Dear, is your eyes

full of lovesickness

The night of Qixi

Here is. As calm as a starry night

Even so

I know

I'm doomed to swim

I'll never swim

The waves in the river are shining

piece by piece

just like my years of missing

suddenly a silver magpie

self. With a faint silver glow, I walked away

I stepped on it gently and ran

I ran

I approached the middle of the river

and the bridge came to an abrupt end

I stood on the edge of the broken bridge

I looked across the bank, and there was no one there

Suddenly there was endless waves under my feet

I broke the quiet night

I was on the bridge. ......