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What are some ancient poems about the Chinese Valentine’s Day? The seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar every year is the traditional Chinese festival Qixi Festival, which is a very romantic festival. Next, let us learn about how the ancients celebrated the Qixi Festival through ancient poetry. Appreciation of romantic poems for the Chinese Valentine's Day in 2017 Tang Dynasty "The Seventh Night" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The faint moon hangs dimly in the misty sky, and the Milky Way remains the same in autumn throughout eternity.
How much joy and sorrow are there in this night year after year.
"Begging for Skill" by Tang Dynasty/Lin Jie Tonight on Chinese Valentine's Day, look up at the blue sky and see the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the river bridge.
Every family prays for wisdom and looks at the autumn moon, threading tens of thousands of pieces of red silk.
"Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The silver candle lights up the cold painting screen in autumn, and the light silk fan flutters against the fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, I lie down and watch the Altair and Vega stars.
"The Seventh Night of the Xinwei Month" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Perhaps the immortals like separation, so they teach us to make the distant time a good time.
Originated from the blue sky and the Milky Way, it takes time for golden wind and jade dew.
The clear clock gradually moves away and we have been looking at each other for a long time, but the light clouds have not yet come over.
How can I not repay the magpie with my heart, but only beg the spider for its silk?
"Dwelling in the Mountain Together on the Qixi Festival" by Li Jiao of the Tang Dynasty Bright moon and green mountains at night, white dew in the sky in autumn. The flower garden is spread with pink mats, and the needle tower is open in the clouds.
The rocks seem to support the shadows of a loom, and the pool looks like a stream floating on a raft. Temporarily startled the female magpie on the river, but eventually became intimate with the wild gulls.
"The Chinese Valentine's Day in a Foreign Land" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty When I meet the Chinese Valentine's Day in a foreign land, I feel even more depressed staying in the hotel. I don’t see the needlewoman anymore, and I miss my hometown in vain.
The heat of the wind begins to subside, and the new moon marks the beginning of autumn. Who can bear to look at the Milky Way and ask the Taurus from afar?
"Song of the Seventh Night" by Zhang Lei of the Tang Dynasty A leaf of the phoenix tree is floating on the ground, and the autumn harvest is coming and the Big Dipper is returning. The shrine summoned the magpies to cross the Milky Way and use the clouds as a bridge.
The beauty from the east of the bridge is the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and she works hard at the loom with her jade fingers year after year. Weaving into a purple gauze dress of clouds and mist, she ignores the hard work and joy.
The emperor felt sorry for her living alone with no one to entertain her, so he married her to a cowherd in Hexi. Since I got married, I stopped weaving, and I comb my green hair day and night.
The Emperor of Heaven was angry because he indulged in pleasure and did not return, so he was banished and returned the same way he came. But let us meet once a year, and cross the river on the seventh day of the seventh month.
I don't know what to do when we are apart, but I still remember the love we had in the past. The sorrow of parting is too great to express in words, Zhulong has already followed Xihe.
The spiritual official by the river urges them to leave in the morning, but orders them to leave without any hesitation. In vain I turn my tears into heavy rain, my tears have no end but my sorrow never does.
I tell the Weaver Girl to stop sighing, for heaven and earth are merciless and we will meet again. It is better than Chang'e who never married and slept alone in the Guanghan Palace every night. Song Dynasty "Magpie Bridge Fairy·Qixi" Song Dynasty/Qin Guan The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is crossing the distance in the dark.
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.
Tenderness is like water, the good time is like a dream, I can’t help but look back at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love between two people is long-lasting, why does it matter if they are together day and night?
"Xingxiangzi·Qixi" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty Crickets are chirping in the grass. The phoenix tree fell down in shock. There is deep sorrow in the world and in heaven.
Cloudy steps and moonlit ground, with thousands of barriers and locks. Even if the raft comes or goes, we will never meet.
The magpie carriage on the star bridge is only seen after years, and the love and sorrow of parting are hard to get rid of.
Altair and Vega, are you separated? It is sunny in a moment, rainy in a moment, and windy in a moment.
"Xijiangyue·New Autumn" Song Dynasty/Liu Chenweng The sky is low and high, looking back to the past, while the children on earth have become crazy. Try new makeup everywhere at night. But it is heaven on earth.
I don’t feel the coolness of the water, and my temples are covered with frost due to my longing for you. The dream is to cross the dead mulberry tree from the bottom of the sea. See all the storms in the galaxy.
"Su Zhongqing·Qixi" Song Dynasty/Wu Wenying The west wind blows the cranes to the human world. The cool moon shines over Mount Gaoshan. The Milky Way stretches across thousands of miles of autumn waves, and the raft is returning with a heavy load of passengers.
The girl from Hehan has her hair in clouds. The night is late. A new covenant on the hairpin, a delicate frown on the needle hole, and autumn chill on the building.
"The Fragrance of Lychees is Near - Qixi Festival" Song Dynasty/Wu Wenying When I was in a light sleep, I heard the late magpies chirping in the trees in the courtyard. He also said that tonight in Tianjin, we met again on the west bank.
Spider silk secretly locks the red building, and swallows fly through the curtains. The love in heaven is not more painful than on earth.
The autumn hair has turned gray, and I am jealous of my sister Yue, with her charming long eyebrows. After the rain, the west wind blows, and a few leaves of the Chinese parasol tree dance sadly.
In my dream I entered the Blue Bridge, and a few sparse stars reflected on the red door. I stood by the sand, wet with tears.
"Bodhisattva Man·Qixi" Song Dynasty/Chen Shidao The magpie flies east and the swallow flies west. The water is seen flowing for years. The sudden rain washed the fragrant car. The sky turns back and the Milky Way tilts sideways.
The sorrow of separation lasts for thousands of years. Far away from each other. It's not like the human world after all. Looking back at Wanli Mountain.
"One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems" by Han Dynasty/Anonymous The distant Altair, the bright Vega. She touched the silk with her slender hands and worked on the loom.
I couldn't write a single sentence all day and my tears fell like rain. The Milky Way is clear and shallow, and the distance between them is not much.
Across the water, we are filled with love but cannot express it in words. |
