Appreciation of tanabata love prose

Tanabata is one of the unique traditional festivals in China. Tanabata, a beautiful festival, is always associated with the legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl. This love story, which has been passed down through the ages, is one of the preferred themes for literati. The following is my love prose about Tanabata for everyone to enjoy.

Appreciation of tanabata's love prose: tanabata's heart

On Qixi Moonlight, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet at the Magpie Bridge. Relying on each other, telling the infinite thoughts in my heart. The lovers finally embraced at this moment, and I don't know how many people are happy for them. Thinking of their long-distance love, endless waiting, the silent heartache of lovesickness turned that yearning into a thorn in my heart. Maybe, only he can understand that. At this moment, watching two people embrace each other, maybe everything is worth it. If two people really love each other, only a moment is worth eternity. ...

From meeting to getting to know each other, the dream bridge connects us on the other side; From acquaintance to acquaintance, the interweaving of hearts has written a musical poem that belongs to us; From knowing to thinking about each other, there is always a faint and beautiful image in my mind. Every time I think of it, the corners of my mouth involuntarily evoke a radian. This is called the radian of happiness.

In your fantasy, you are dressed in black casual clothes, holding 3,000 green silk in your hand, running among the flowers, and the laughter like a silver bell ripples in the Hua Hudie around you. The breeze blows gently and the petals are all over the sky. You are like an elf among flowers, and all the flowers are eclipsed by your naughty temperament and charming appearance.

To achieve this smile, it doesn't matter how hard and tired you are; Because our agreement can be realized, even if it costs a lot; In order to realize our Tanabata, even if we travel all over Qian Shan, we will do whatever it takes.

Finally, dear, I want to tell you, don't be afraid to hinder our future. I believe that there must be a future in the future. Now that I'm not around, you should take care of yourself; Dear, you have to wait for me, when I find you, and then watch your favorite movies, listen to your favorite songs and go to your favorite places with you; Dear, please believe me, I will realize what I said. When that happens, I'll make up for what I owe you.

It is said that no matter how deep feelings can withstand the erosion of time and distance, no matter how sincere love is, it is not as important as fame and fortune. However, I don't believe it. So, I want to prove that it's just their "deep affection, true love is not true."

The bride is not you. Who could it be?

You see, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are sitting on the magpie bridge, looking at the beautiful moonlight and singing softly, as if wishing all lovers: hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Appreciation of tanabata's love prose (Ⅱ): Tanabata's thoughts and 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 cowherd and weaver girl sitting under the grape trellis whispering! Therefore, every Tanabata, the world will sit under the grape trellis, look up at the vast sky and listen to the whispers floating in the deep night sky! 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 broad 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 are watching each other, and playing 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!

Appreciation of Love Prose on Tanabata Part III: Tanabata, who do you miss?

On such a night, Wu Qixian's "Who Do You Miss" is circulating in the single, and there is unspeakable desolation in my heart. What's wrong with me? I was in a good mood, why did I suddenly have such unspeakable sadness?

My heart is in a mess, my mind is blank, and sadness occupies every corner, and I can no longer tolerate any reason and sobriety.

On the fourth day of July, today is my best friend's birthday. We eat, shop and have fun together. But at this time, the desolation of the mind cannot be together. At night, we drink cold drinks together, talk about unimportant things together, and let the frivolous wind blow our hair and each other's mood. Looking up at the night sky, I am pleasantly surprised, but I can't penetrate the darkness. Yes, I am always so confused about feelings. I always don't know when to start and when to end. I can't always grasp them clearly.

Yes, Tanabata is coming, which has aroused a lot of helplessness and loss, right? Maybe this is what makes me depressed. I don't know, maybe I've lived my whole life for feelings. I long for true love and the most sincere care. So, maybe my life is doomed to be trapped by love.

Someone once said that one can't love only one person in one's life. I wonder if this is true. Perhaps, as a song says: I don't have the person I loved, and many stories have sad reasons. Perhaps once loved is also a kind of happiness. When I love, I feel that I have no ability to love another person in my life. However, when everything is in the past, when those people, those things become memories. Maybe we will fall in love with others on the way forward. Just, if you pay again, you may get hurt again. It is in this process of constant injury and recovery that we grow old and die. ...

I don't know if I live so seriously, I'm confused and I'm in pain. You always say that I am wearing a moral coat, that I wronged myself, and that I am too stubborn. But what should I do? You always say let nature take its course, but what is nature? Is nature synonymous with indulgence? I really don't know, I really don't know. I really want to give fearlessly again. I really want to live for myself. I really want to, really want to. ...

I'm afraid I've wronged you, really, I'm serious. So I don't want to force myself, as you said, if I do, it will be your shame, so I long for myself to pay willingly one day. I hope it is a clear sky after suffering and struggle, and I hope we don't desecrate the innocence of our feelings.

I remember wanting to ask you something before, a comb. Every day is like your fingers running through my long hair. But I finally refused again. I know, I'm fighting myself. I'm afraid there is no future. I'm afraid we can't go to the end together. I am afraid of the final injury and unreality. I'm afraid that you will eventually become my memory. So, I think, if one day, at least it will be my partner, accompanying me every morning, just like your affectionate eyes, just like your gentle fingertips. ...

Actually, am I brave enough? Actually, I've worked hard, haven't I? In tonight's song, your face flashed faintly. In this life, are you destined to be my robbery?

Who will spend Tanabata with me? Are you alone or do you remember?