Qixi Festival Emotional Prose

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with prose, right? Prose has the highest requirements on the author’s subjective emotions among all genres, second only to poetry. What kind of prose is truly good prose? Below is my carefully compiled Chinese Valentine's Day sentimental prose, I hope it can help everyone. Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essays Part 1

Being here on the Chinese Valentine's Day night is a sorrow that cannot be escaped in this life. Where the sunset ends, the time is silent and silent. The autumn wind rises, life is fleeting, the prosperity is gone, and the world is shattered. The path of life is like the tide, with ups and downs. Origin: On a night when dreams are gone, by the gentle moonlight, I habitually write the graffiti of my soul. The passing years are like water, always wandering wordlessly on the street of fate. But my emotions are like the broken leaves that are gradually aging on my face, the past love is covered in dust, and only the annual rings are left to circulate as before. Suddenly looking back, many beautiful dreams became empty in an instant, but the thoughts in my heart were hidden deep in my heart and I couldn't let go. My stinging heart always thinks about the past years and hurts. I sighed helplessly and was buried in a desolate place. On the most beautiful inscription in youth, no trace was left to remember the past clouds. I was left to indulge in the passing years, inviting a ray of breeze into my arms and caressing the smile. Heartbroken. A wasted life, stumbling, unable to look back on the past.

The night sky is silent and the moonlight is still smiling like gauze. In this way, a curtain of sleeping fairy tale is opened. I spread out this beautiful ancient scroll with a wanton flow, wrote a painting, flying flowers were flying, and filled in half of the remaining poems with an inkstone filled with green ink. In fact, I just wanted to leave a unique mark, but no one paid attention to it, so I had to stay alone until dawn. Destiny is unpredictable, and all my efforts in youthful tenderness are nothing but tears. Just like the memories I had, those endless seasons never woke up again. This blurred memory is like an eternal escape. Perhaps, beautiful dreams can only sleep in fairy tales. After the baptism of years, only the mark of farewell is left, which looks so pale and feeble. Or maybe, the initial waiting is only the reluctance to leave, wandering in the corners of the world, leaving traces everywhere. If so, the hurried time is too short, like a fleeting moment, how come the scattered youth can bury all the happiness of fleeting years. Why, the helpless loss will wake me up with nightmare-like heart palpitations. Whether those once gentle encounters are destined to turn into desertedness in the middle of the night. Still, those vague futures have no traces. Unable to withstand the twists and turns of fate, all the heartache can only be expressed to myself. In the dream, it turned into a sigh of farewell.

At this moment, the moonlight comes gently to the window, and there is a slight coolness, and the fragrance of flowers comes. The silence is natural, and the mottled flower shadows shake the moonlight, confusing the heart, like pieces of lovesickness scattered all over the floor. ...

There is singing and dancing on the street every night, and the lingering sound is endless. When you listen carefully, a deep but ethereal feeling occupies the whole heart, as if all the hustle and bustle has gone away, and joy is spreading in the heart. Here, like some lively and light elves, they are baptizing the soul again and again.

The night is deep and cold in the middle of the night. When I count the years on my fingertips, I am surprised to realize that the cherries have turned red and the bananas have turned green. There is a chill in my heart, the years are fleeting, and my youth is blurry. More than forty years have passed by in such a hurry. The bumpy experiences, without waiting for the blooming of years, time drifts into the distance, leaving only blank memories, wandering in the gaps of time, is it necessary to forget the sorrows of the past! The sleeping wind and the calm night give the swaying glimmer of light, leaving only a song that feels cool and leaves a little sadness. The long journey of life is full of joy and sorrow. I walked by in a hurry, but inadvertently fell into a dream. I am drifting vaguely in the dreamland, but I still can't get out of this narrow gap. No matter how you look, you can't see the end of the dream, you can't get out of this long night, and you can't look back until you have black hair and gray hair...

The night is slightly cool, and the wind blows everywhere, leaving rustling leaves and clouds. Chasing the moon, tossing and turning, I miss you so much that I have no sleep at night. Under the light, there were three people facing each other. I'm afraid that this beautiful moonlit night in this world will not hold up, and there will be many sorrows.

Here, between the sky and the earth, seems to be a giant ink painting painted with night color and outlined with lovesickness. The bright moon in the painting exudes clear brilliance and seems to be desolate. The moon palace Does the fairy also miss her lover in the world? The subtle fragrance floats among the flowers, the flying fireflies fly, and you can hear the chirping of insects and frogs, but they are all carriers of longing. With the moon and autumn wind, you send your longing away.

How lucky the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are to meet again. But once we meet in this world, we will be strangers to each other from now on. If we want to meet each other, we may never meet again. Sigh that life is like a fog and a dream, and the morning is like spring flowers withering at dusk.

Looking back suddenly, I couldn't catch the afterglow of the moonlight. The mottled tree shadows on the ground intertwined into buttons of lovesickness, locking in my Chinese Valentine's Day separation sorrow! Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essays Part 2

The Milky Way is vast, how many years have separated the two stars? Looking up, who is dancing with sleeves by the water? Let the wind weave and let the waves roll, the three thousand people dancing in the shuttle dance, how can I bear to see them turn into clouds in the sky. The prosperity is falling, the evening fragrance is still as old as the old love, when the bright moon rises, where can I meet you? Love is long, but getting together is short. The magpies and birds sing and ask about care, the stars are shining in the distance, the clouds and rain are cold, and the sky is full of tears. How much hope I have, thinking day and night that you will not see me, sighing many times, the fate of this world will not last forever, my tender heart is broken, my heart is torn away from the world, if we meet again, there should be tears but no words. ——Inscription

Once upon a time, I listened to distant stories and imagined the beautiful fairy I saw under the fruit shed on the Chinese Valentine’s Day night, wearing the most beautiful dress, floating around in the gorgeous starry sky, the fairy Seeing my joy, I danced more gracefully and movingly. But at that time, I forgot what happened to a man named Cowherd in the story.

Once upon a time, I was reading ancient poems about Magpie Bridge, and I imagined in my ignorance that romantic days when "the golden wind and jade dew would conquer all the world as soon as they met". There was a "white horse" who was as infatuated as a cowherd. "Prince" will accompany you for the rest of your life. Although I no longer stared blankly at the night sky of Chinese Valentine's Day, the beautiful and touching love legend still makes people yearn for it.

Later, I fell in love with a certain city and became obsessed with that city. Someone's eyes, because those eyes are like the brightest star on the bank of the Milky Way, shining with eternal light, making people unable to forget it after just one glance. From then on, it aroused a graceful heart.

Later, I wrote my own story. The story could not describe every mountain, water, sand and stone of that city; "; Every word in the story always has the shadow of the elegant and free-spirited person in that city.

Later, in the sadness of "the water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless", I understood why it always rained on the day of Chinese Valentine's Day. It turned out to be the endless lovesickness shed at the moment when the magpie bridge embraced each other.

Gradually, I understood how sweet it is to be able to meet, understand and fall in love with each other in the vast sea of ??people in the world.

Gradually, I understood how difficult it is to be able to accompany, accompany and stay with each other in the wind and rain in this world.

I have asked myself countless times whether I should fall into this vast red mud, and whether I should not cling to this melancholy beauty.

And how rare it is to be able to deeply believe in each other while staying together silently, and how happy it is to be able to deeply understand each other while falling in love from a distance.

This lonely Chinese Valentine's Day night reminds me of April Fool's Day. I pretended to be serious and told you that I fell in love with someone else and didn't know what to do, but I was immediately struck by your " I don’t believe it, it’s impossible” to expose it. You know that at that moment, my tears were like springs, and my heart was like ripples, because I often secretly complained that you didn’t spend more time with me, that you always lacked the sweet words that a lover should have, and often thought that you didn’t know that I loved you. Your love is like the Weaver Girl in the sky, dancing with the silken threads of my heart, weaving pure love and flawless meaning. It was also from that moment on that I strengthened my belief in love, and at the same time I also deeply understood the true meaning of "If love lasts for a long time, how can it last forever?"

On this romantic Chinese Valentine's Day night, I think that the moment we meet again on the Magpie Bridge, we should be in tears and speechless, because since we deeply love each other and understand each other, all the lingering chatter is superfluous.

Although we can't be together on this beautiful Chinese Valentine's Day night, I believe that while I silently stare at the bright eyes of Altair on the shore of the Milky Way, you are also enjoying it silently like me. The soft beauty of Vega! Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essay 3

There are a few stars in the sky tonight, which can add a touch of warmth to the dark sky. The stars are sparse and sparse, blinking at each other but unable to shorten the distant distance. After looking up at the sky for a long time, My eyes became sour, and I lowered my head silently. My cheeks were instantly wet with tears, and countless sorrows surged in my heart. I bit my fingers, thinking that I could be strong, but unknowingly, I started to choke with sadness. I got up and drew circles on the ground with sticks in my hands. There were many circles, but in the end I couldn't draw a piece of my own happiness. I was always wandering outside the circle of happiness, wandering all the way, going crazy and crying all the way. flow.

Loneliness is the most real feeling. No matter what cheerful festival it is, no matter how good the weather is, no matter where I go, no matter whether I am in a good or bad mood, I am walking alone, sad, happy, sad and full of emotions. , tears have accompanied me through countless days of sorrow and joy, and tears have also paved a way for me to become stronger. After being alone for a long time, I will naturally become stronger. Tonight I looked at the night sky with a few stars and chewed up my loneliness. In fact, I thought I would not be lonely, because my seemingly strong emotions gave me a seemingly indestructible will. Only I can understand this will. If I don’t think about it, I won’t be lonely. Sad, not sad.

The gloomy mood and the gloomy atmosphere seemed damp and heavy. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to talk all day long. I sat alone by the river and watched the water flow into the distance. The flow went to the unknown. I picked up the water and gently applied it on my cheeks. The cool comfort seemed to embrace me. I felt relaxed like never before. The long-term fatigue seemed to make me more tired of the helplessness in the world. I cried, My eyes hurt from crying, looking into the distance, looking into confusion, unable to see where you are, looking at the river as cool as tears, my heart is broken.

My emotional self, especially today, has become particularly sad. I am silent and ignore all silences, greetings, blessings, and concerns. I have no mood, no thoughts, and no impulses. Only the flowers and plants in the wild match my mood. They are born in the wild and grow in the wild. No matter where they are, they can be a place to live. They are not tired of comparison and are born again when the spring breeze blows. Today I looked at the dandelions all over the mountain again. Lying next to them, I felt like I was just like the dandelions. They were light and fluttery, as if they were blown away by the wind. They were scattered in the vastness of the wild. Dandelions are so beautiful, so beautiful. It's hard for people to suppress their sentimentality. Dandelions are so free. They are free to do whatever they want. I am also a dandelion. I am free and no one cares about me. I am free to be sad and free to wander around the world. Don't ask me who I am. I am just a speck of dust in the vast world. Not eye-catching, not an eyesore.

Chinese Valentine's Day, what a romantic phrase, a word full of imagination and warmth, but I feel deeply cold. The saddest Chinese Valentine's Day, the most unintentionally happy festival, the first person to wish me a happy holiday, I am very grateful but not the person in my heart. The person who accompanies me to celebrate the festival is not someone else, nor is it the person in my heart. The sky is like weeping stars. When the stars cry, I cry too. Maybe I shouldn’t have such extravagant hopes for distant happiness. Maybe I shouldn’t be so sad. Maybe the stars shouldn’t cry. Maybe I shouldn’t shed tears.

The slowly flowing thoughts can't help but irrigate my mood, wet the memories, and also wet my extremely fragile heart. Many times, I tell myself not to look forward to it, not to look forward to the future. But I am always looking forward to all that I should look forward to, family, friendship, love, and happiness after love. But after all, everything seems to be imagination, more like a dream. It obviously exists, but feels out of reach. It obviously does not exist, but it is always dangling in front of my eyes, and it is even clearly within my reach. It’s just that I smashed some beautiful dreams with my own hands. What is shattered will never be looked forward to again; what has been looked forward to will never be repeated.

The journey to youth is full of scars and thorns. The Red Dust Ferry is so beautiful that I never wanted to stay for a moment longer. I have chewed countless pains and tasted countless sorrows, but others said that the pain that can be told is not bitter. I gradually feel that tears are not the only tears that can be shed. What is that called? I don’t know. I carry my luggage and walk all the way to find it. , begging for happiness and stability while shedding tears.

But is there uncomfortable happiness in my heart? I still feel warm on this affectionate Chinese Valentine's Day, but many heart palpitations are like stacks of autumn leaves being piled up by the wind. The superposition is thick and heavy. I couldn't breathe, I was typing on the keyboard, my eyes were filled with tears, and I softly said a word of love to warm the Chinese Valentine's Day. My tears were wet and my heart was palpitating, so I had no choice but to burst into tears. Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essays Part 4

The clear moon hangs alone by the bridge in the hazy night, and I want to see through a stream of autumn water. The sky and the earth are long, and I am like a stone sculpture standing alone. The magpie is holding the blue sky, and people are about the Chinese Valentine's Day. Why don't they see the graceful figures, and why don't they hear the gentle singing of the orioles? When the mist begins to dissipate, I only read those pages of beautiful poems, and it feels like I hear your lingering presence; I only see those beautiful figures in the water, but after all, you are erratic and illusory. The high mountains and flowing water have led to melancholy for thousands of years; the Fuchun Qintai has been caressing me for thousands of years. The flowers have gone cold, but my heart is among the plum blossoms, and the subtle fragrance blooms for you.

How much love I have, can I forget my lifelong feelings for you, and will we continue to think about you as before when we get together again. The cycle of time and the everlasting melody are destined to cause some pain and some to leave.

Look at the two sides of the Milky Way, how long are the Magpie Bridges connecting each other? How many years have passed just to see one side of today? Is it happiness or sadness? If it is pain, how many people will understand. Love is determined on the Chinese Valentine's Day, parting today, and a brief reunion cannot change the feeling of looking at each other on the other side for a year.

How many times have I wandered in my dreams, how many times have I longed to see through, and how many people can change the future in reality. If the Milky Way water could dry up and the magpie bridge would not be demolished, there would not be too many hardships in love. Maybe this is just an eternal legend. Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essay 5

I just rearranged the messy photos, and a lot of memories came back. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, and I want to do something when the festival comes, and I think of the past. Compare it with now, have you gained or lost more than before? Maybe what you once wanted is now yours, and what you once wanted to get rid of may have long gone... Thinking about it now, maybe we have all got it. We exchange what we had in the past for what we want now, but why are we still not satisfied? Do we want too much? Asking for too much? Maybe yes... people themselves want different things in different time periods, and what they want is always what they don't have... This may have become a conclusion...

Think about the past when we were adults and wandering around. Maybe we had wealth, youth, and a luxurious life, but at that time, sadness and loneliness occupied our psychology, making us miserable, and we tried our best to show off. It...but when we really enter another world, we suddenly find ourselves in another dilemma. ... Only then did we realize that it was not that there was too much pain, but that we ourselves demanded too much...

Today we are no longer young or frivolous, because time has taught us to "calm down" ”, let us realize that we can no longer “afford to be hurt”. Because all the flowers have fallen, when we understand everything, we are so mediocre, and suddenly we look back and have wasted half our lives... We waste half our lives on how to get rid of the status quo and pursue what we want. In fact, what we want is really good? Is it really perfect? Could it be that our positioning is wrong? Or maybe our ability to withstand the blow is not enough...

Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and for those of us who are married, this day has long lost its luster... Maybe my husband won't remember it, and even if he does, he will have no surprises. The feeling is that the other person still remembers... These are no longer important, because we are no longer young... Qixi Festival Love Prose Part 6

The volumes are stacked into mountains, and the midnight is cold. In the mist, who accidentally knocked over the lamp of reincarnation?

The fire burst out and surged away like water ripples. You suddenly sneak into the past life and this life.

——Inscription

Every time I exile myself to the night when I miss you, my heart becomes the most beautiful bouquet of happiness! Even with the cold dew in the morning, I can keep this intoxicating memory until the sun rises!

Never stopping is the shortest period of my longing!

When can I pull myself back from the dream to reality? In the bondage of looking at you from a distance, I am as persistent as before, using silence to endure the pain of separation! All the plots presuppose thousands of scenes of meeting each other. In the end, due to the helplessness of the times, I let go of the tightly held hands and indulged in the illusory embrace! Just because of one sentence: I can’t help myself!

Yes, when we live in this secular world, we must learn to be pushed forward by time when we can’t help it! Move forward, away from our mutual gaze, missing each other melancholy! At this time, I just let my ethereal fingers paint all my thoughts about you and the messy lines of poems on a piece of plain paper, and store them in the depths of my sad face!

Having such a lingering longing and concern is enough reason to make all the time fly by quickly. Every episode of missing you has become a chapter deep in my memory. Missing you is this. So beautiful! He ties in the heart and tugs at the heartstrings! He stands deep in the mind and becomes the representative of beauty!

It’s Chinese Valentine’s Day again, but my heart escapes from the residual beauty like fallen flowers, and only uses melancholy to bloom into cold longings one after another, with bright memories fading, standing outside the lines of poetry, waiting anxiously Autumn leaves are fading! Then burn yourself to ashes!

Burning is my most brilliant fantasy! In the tender voice you sing all night long, in the longing that intoxicates your heart with alcohol and love, in your thousands of days and nights of waiting, without your knowing it, I write this for you. In the countless lines below, I happily burned myself illusoryly in the real embrace of you! Chinese Valentine's Day Prose Part 7

The annual Chinese Valentine's Day is here again. Today is Valentine's Day. The ancient Valentine's Day is making waves in people's hearts again. Media promotion, website essay solicitation, and stores selling various auspicious items symbolizing love. It's such a hot romance.

When I was a child, every day on this day, my mother would tell us the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The Cowherd's parents died young and he was bullied by his brother-in-law. The Weaver Girl went down to the lower world to marry the Cowherd. The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother were furious and ordered the gods to capture the Weaver Girl from the lower world. The Cowherd followed the old cow's instructions, hurriedly put on the cowhide, picked a pair of children and chased them into the sky. Just as he was about to catch up, the Queen Mother pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and drew a stroke behind her, and a turbulent Milky Way crossed in front of the Cowherd and his son. From then on, their family could only see each other across the river. Just wait for the magpies to build a bridge on this day so that they can meet each other. We wiped away tears every time we talked about it, hating the cruel Queen Mother and pity the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's children who could not get maternal love. My mother also told me that if I hid under the fruit stand that night, I could hear the whispers of their family when they got together. But I eavesdropped several times, but it was all in vain. My mother said that I missed the time. Watching the magpies in the morning, they are still flying around and chirping. My mother said that the magpies have built a bridge and come back. Look how happy they are. But no, every morning they play and sing very happily. I believe it, I have to wait until next year to listen and watch again.

The Chinese Valentine’s Day is also known as the “Qiqiao Festival” or “Girls’ Day”. In the past, girls would pray devoutly to the bright moon with joy and pray to the goddess in the sky on this romantic evening. It can give you a smart mind and dexterous hands, make you skilled in knitting skills, and pray for a happy love and marriage.

It seems that yearning for beautiful love has always been people’s wish. In the past, thousands of years of feudal ethics restricted people's free-spirited emotions. Everyone longs for free love, hopes to find the one they love in the vast sea of ??people, and finds happiness based on feelings. Thus, there is the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

With this story, there is this festival, and there is an opportunity to express feelings. Casting stones to ask for directions is also an excellent way to express emotions. Dear men and women, don’t miss the great opportunity created by the ancients. Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essays Chapter 8

At night, black wings descended from the flying thoughts. I sat alone in front of the window, looking blankly in your direction. The wind in early autumn wanders around in despair, everything around is quiet, only a few cicadas are heard, maybe the birds have gone to build a magpie bridge.

Today is the traditional Chinese Qixi Festival. It was originally the legendary day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met, but with the passage of time, this day has evolved into a day for lovers to get together. However, although we are far apart, we cannot get together. I can only look to the southeast and silently look at you, letting your shadow sometimes be clear and sometimes blurry in my memory.

It has been two months since you left home. In order to make a living, you left your hometown and relatives alone to work in a distant and unfamiliar city. I will never forget your resolute figure and unhesitating steps when you left home. I understand you deeply. It’s not that you don’t care about me, but you just want to change the current situation of our family and build up your dignity as a man!

On the road outside the window, the orange street lights are hazy and blurry, exuding a warm intoxication, and pairs of lovers walk intimately together. And I, at this time, can only sit alone in front of the window, missing you.

Looking back on the twenty years since our marriage, we were together and separated. The ups and downs, hardships and tribulations of life have long made us understand that separation, separation, gathering and separation are the normal state of life and an indispensable element in life. The simple meals do not dilute the true taste of our lives. The trivial life makes our emotions deeper. Maybe it is destiny. You are laid off and have lost your meager income. If you are poor, you want to change. You start to "fight alone" with fate. Although you have paid a hard price for your life, it always seems to be joking with us, and our lives are still so tight. Since then, you have often left home and ventured into the world alone. (Because I have a gigantic job that I can’t give up.) I understand you deeply and will work hard to support you. In the days after leaving, missing has become a kind of nature and a habit. Maybe life is always full of this dialectic: only when you are soaked in the bitterness of separation can you feel the sweetness of meeting again. Chinese Valentine's Day Love Essays Chapter 9

The Chinese Valentine's Day bell has already rung, but you are not by my side. I quietly listen to "With You in My Life" and shed tears. My dear, where are you? Do you know that the blooming red roses hurt my heart? Do you know how much I miss you when I can't see your face? How much I look forward to hearing your voice? Do you know I'm waiting for you every night? Don't know where you are now? Are you missing it like I am?

The brightness of the Milky Way cannot compare with your smile, and the traces of meteors passing by cannot compare with your gentle greetings. Do you know that the waiting heart has become a crescent moon? Have you ever seen the eyes that look through the autumn water filling the lake? Have you ever heard someone calling your name?

I really want to hold you and cry, tell you how much I care about you; tell you how important you are in my life; how I miss you without you...

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Countless nights, because I dreamed of you leaving, my eyes became red from crying in my dreams; Countless times I stared into the distance, wanting to turn into a wild goose and fly to you; Countless times I prayed in front of the Buddha for your eternal happiness, forever Happy and safe!

Is it really wrong to love someone? Do you have to endure heartbreaking pain to build a tomb of love silently in your heart?

I remember we had agreed to watch the stars together and walk through time together. The sound of nature still echoed in my ears, but my delicate fingers could no longer pluck the string of longing; yours The smile is still in front of me, but the past of love can no longer be restored.

Who still remembers those vows made before the flowers were spent? Who still remembers saying that we will hold hands forever?

If it were not for you and the beauty of the past, maybe I would still be a Cinderella; if there was no tomorrow and no memory, how great would that be?

Close your eyes and tell yourself that I don’t miss you anymore. Shake your head and let the past drift. You can’t deceive your heart by forcing a smile.

The dawn of dawn has gradually risen, but those who are worried are crying, asking what is love in the world? Let the Weaver Girl cut off her liver and intestines?

Tonight, who will accompany me to watch the stars? Who will listen to the thousand-year love with me under the grape trellis? Chinese Valentine's Day Essay Part 10

There is a beautiful festival in my memory called Chinese Valentine's Day. The beauty of Chinese Valentine's Day lies in the romantic myth and legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the steadfast love that breaks through obstacles regardless of the circumstances.

The Chinese Valentine's Day every year is the day they look forward to day and night. Only on that day can they get a rare opportunity to meet. Their love is like a long flowing water, endless, and the meeting once a year is like the ghost of tomorrow. Dream. How could they bear to look back at Magpie Bridge and be separated again? But then they thought, as long as the relationship between the two is unswerving and lasting, why should they stay together day and night?

Some people For the love of fashion. Nowadays, more and more young people are clamoring to "live for love" and "die to love." But few people know what love is, and they think that their love is so profound that it will last forever. No one is hiding under the grape trellis to listen to the whispers of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, no one is intoxicated by the beauty of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's love, and there is no longer the loyal longing that "fills the water, and the pulse is speechless". Chinese Valentine's Day has gradually been forgotten by them, replaced by the craze of Valentine's Day. More young people are pursuing material expressions of love, thinking that as long as there are roses and chocolates on Valentine's Day, love can last forever. In their hearts, the story of Chinese Valentine's Day has become outdated, but they don't know that the love symbolized by Chinese Valentine's Day will never grow old! Love is a cup of fine wine, the older it is, the more mellow it becomes. The pursuit of freshness and fashion in love is a reflection of ancient love. A blasphemy, a disrespect.

True love is love for the sake of love. Love is a sublimation of personality and a purification of the soul. It is giving without expecting anything in return, reluctantly letting go, every trace of care, and missing you day and night. Having true love is a state of being. Altair and Vega have been together for thousands of years across the Milky Way, and love is an everlasting topic. I don’t understand the taste of love. I only occasionally feel the taste of Chinese Valentine’s Day and realize some of the wisdom left to us by the ancients. No one can tell what love is. Maybe it is the happy, warm and inexplicable feeling that knocks at the door of your heart when you look at Altair and Vega in the breeze!