Qixi poem

In daily study, work and life, everyone has collected poems that impress him deeply. Poetry is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. What kind of poems are good? The following is my poem about Tanabata for reference only. Let's have a look.

Tanabata Poems 1 Two Tanabata Poems

one

That rose,

Yes, thanks again,

Thank you, it's open again.

The yard is full of fragrance.

I stayed with her,

Didn't pay attention to those flowers,

Just silently feeling,

That faint fragrance.

Finally, one day,

I was drunk,

She said shyly:

With you, it is heaven.

two

separate

Sit quietly,

Look at the crooked early moon.

Dare not listen

Heaven speaks human language,

be afraid

Arouse inner loneliness.

Goose goose

Flying silently through the night sky,

Xiangsilei

Fall sadly.

Tonight's poem about Qixi 2

The moon is not anxious.

Only the corners of my mouth are slightly raised, waiting for you brightly.

Because of her, I believe

My lover will follow the light and shadow she dispels.

Find the direction of looking up.

The other side of the sea, together.

Eager expectations arrived as scheduled.

Meet each other across the bridge and draw the distance as a solid line.

Reach the center of the moon

Looking down on love, looking up at cutting.

The beauty of each other is reflected in a huge net.

Night breeze, with

At night, the salty sea water rotates with the sound of nature.

Let's dance a waltz with you.

The wind is soft and melancholy,

The rhythm of stepping on triple time

In this world of light and shadow, dance is full of prosperity.

Silence is bare sand after low tide.

Loneliness is a lonely reef after parting.

Clouds, gradually diffuse in the face of the moon.

Let the sea rise and fall with the tide.

Remember every day of separation.

Playing the innate zhanghua in the melody of sadness and joy.

If you don't love me,

But why do you live in my poem?

Hooked my soul and took my soul away.

Let my ink smoke you.

Let my poetic rhyme haunt you

If you don't love me,

Why did you break my inkstone?

Wake up my sleeping lines again.

Plant acacia red beans in my rhyme.

Let the vines of acacia cling to me.

If you don't love me,

But why is it in my heart?

Want to ferry me?

Why are you in such a hurry to open my heart lake violet?

Let my heart have fragrant petals.

Full of tenderness and sweetness

If you don't love me,

But why do I cry when I am sad?

Hold my thin shoulders.

Lick the wound for me

Why when I'm helpless

Right in front of me.

Fight all the problems for me.

You said you loved me deeply.

But why did you leave me?

You said this for the dream in your heart.

Roaming the world.

I put up with thousands of things.

Smile with tears and bless you.

Because I love you.

So I can't stop you from leaving.

I can't crush you.

The wings of a dream

You're gone

I lost my soul.

Poems without heart and fragrance are lost.

Embroidered words are messy and have lost their train of thought.

There is sadness and loneliness between the lines.

Tears dripping with rhythm

Acacia becomes a river

The moon is lonely tonight.

Bright stars and rivers build magpie bridges.

The two lovers finally got married.

Where are you when the world is drifting?

It's another Tanabata.

Can you feel my thoughts?

Can you talk to me?

Li Qian Hua chan Juan

Early autumn tanabata poem 4

Tanabata is approaching tenderly.

With lingering sadness.

Quietly breed a red bean seed

So, every autumn night,

You have become the eternal theme in my dream.

Tender as water, ritual like a dream.

My lovesickness finally came to their nest.

If, in my opinion,

Your figure comes from singing.

Stand on my deep expectations with the most affectionate gesture.

In a flash, the wind is clear and the clouds are light.

Gently ying ying a grip.

Forget the magpie bridge behind you and go home.

Forget the annual golden wind dew.

Missing day and night

In your eyes and mine, it turned out to be a knot.

A river flows in your heart and mine.

Poems about Qixi 5 me

Not cowherd

were it not for

Lonely cave

The clear shadow of the bridge under the moon

Wave after wave

turbulent

A heart like a cowherd.

Drop blood meditation.

No cowherd is better than cowherd.

you

Not a weaver girl

were it not for

On the long bridge

Eye light of the constellation of tears

drop by drop

Tick tock tick tock

A dream like a weaver girl.

The pulse is speechless.

No, the weaver girl is better than the weaver girl.

Tonight's poem about Tanabata 6, imagine that you are a fisherman casting a net in Tianhe.

My lonely soul is a fish in the net.

Melancholy eyes twinkle in front of your eyes.

Bright starlight comes and goes around you.

Imagine that you are a weaver girl and I am an infatuated cowherd.

Long-term love is like the tide of a full moon.

The moonlight is as heavy and intoxicating as wine.

The joy of reunion melted a shoulder of wind and frost.

This is a beautiful moment.

Many lovers' dreams come true.

They hugged and kissed in the flowers and moonlight.

Enjoy love and enjoy a good life.

And beautiful things always make me feel unreal.

Happiness is within reach, but it seems out of reach.

The bright moon and starry sky are pregnant with eternal myths.

When you are in love, it is more of a long-term nostalgia.

Tonight, under the starry sky of Tanabata, I am looking forward to it.

Watching the Weaver Cowherd Run to the Acacia Bridge

My love, I want to be in front of the flowers in the cool breeze and bright moon

Make a wish to love you.

Leave your hurried smile in a beautiful dream.

Qixi Poetry 7 Qixi-Xiaoqiao

A small bridge

Stand quietly on both sides of things.

Your pavilion is in the east and my cabin is in the west.

The sun rises in the east.

I watched you in the west.

Until the afterglow disappears

I got lost in the west.

A small bridge

On your way and mine.

Your heart is flying in the colorful blue sky.

My heart lingers on the ridge.

The murmur of a stream.

You are like a flower in the wind.

Leave your dreams to me inadvertently.

The middle of the bridge

This is a soft river.

The river is crystal clear, and the fish mutter to themselves.

I am often on the shore, thinking of you and me.

Foolishly, the cow ran to the other side of the mountain.

My feelings are half gone.

You often sing by the river.

The song is sweet, and the oriole is ashamed.

Your love is far away, far away.

I hear your singing.

The heart of love is buried in the river sand.

You are in the east and I am in the west.

A small bridge divides the direction.

The heart is far away, and the distance is far away.

The river is silent, and the green hills behind it are silent.

The bridge is quiet, so are you and me.

The night is dead and the dream is dead.

Poems about Tanabata 8 Tanabata

At first glance, the star dome faces the river, and the balcony lies at night.

This evening, the world is full of sentimental species, waiting for the sound of cowherd and weaver girl.

Tanabata shower

A little rain is like clear tears, and suddenly I am surprised that magpie will become a bridge tonight.

There are thin clouds all over the sky, and this night is * * * on earth.

On tanabata, I climbed the stairs and worried about magpies.

Look at the clear and clean Milky Way. Idiot is going to climb the mountain tonight.

Suddenly pity the stars, as time goes by, every bird can run to hundreds of millions?

Gu Wu Qixi

The night is quiet and the cows and girls sing, and the milky way is wide.

Magpies rush to the bridge and vines are full of joy.

The true feelings are unforgettable overnight, and there are several clutches in the world.

Embrace * * * silver, Ying Ying tears.

Poems about Tanabata 9 Network Synthesis-Ancient Poems about Tanabata;

One of the nineteen ancient poems (Korean) is anonymous.

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.

Touch your hand and make a loom.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

The river is clear and shallow, with many differences.

Between water and water, there are no words.

Xiangzi (Qixi) (Song) Li Qingzhao

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.

Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.

You come and I go, don't meet.

I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Penny Weaver, this is just separation.

Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.

Qiu (Tang) Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Tanabata (Five Dynasties Later Tang Dynasty) Yang Pu

If you don't care, you must ask the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle.

Begging every year is clever with the world, but there are many clever ways.

Tanabata (Tang) Du Mu

Don't hate until the end of the year.

I hate the car wash rain in the Ming Dynasty, and I don't teach my feet to cross the Tianhe River.

Tanabata (Tang) Quan Deyu

Today, it is clear that the clouds have crossed the magpie bridge, which should not be in the same strain, a distance.

My family likes to wear makeup mirrors and needles on the ninth night of the next month.

Tanabata (Tang) Xu Ning

Magpie Bridge is vast, and a thousand sounds of Yu Pei pass Lingling.

There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.

Queqiaoxian (Song) piano hall

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!

If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time!

Tanabata Drunk Answer to Dong Jun (Ming) Tang Xianzu

Jade Hall blooms in spring, and the new words sing "Peony Pavilion".

Sadly, no one will pat the whole body and teach Xiaoling by pinching tan marks.

Han Zhuang Zha Zhou Zhong Qixi (Qing) Medical Instrument

Mulan paddles the lotus country, and the hall is cool at night.

There is water outside the smoke. Outside the Liusi Lake, the mountain eyebrows are green and yellow.

One of the ballads:

Skillful at begging, clever at appearance; Begging for heart and face;

Begging parents to be chitose; Begging my sister for thousands of years.

The second ballad:

Yellow Emperor, I invite Seventh Sister to heaven.

Don't look at your needle, don't look at your thread, look at your 72 good means.

The third ballad:

Smart buds, strange buds. The pot is raw and the hands are covered.

I took it off on July 7th, and my sister took a photo. It's like flowers and vegetables, to see who has a quick brain.

Qixi Poetry 10 July

Red lotus is enchanting all over the sky.

Millennium ancient lotus

You shouldn't sleep for a thousand years.

Missed the fireworks world

Suffering and expecting

My love, as thin as a cicada's wing, is broken in the thunderstorm.

Looking back on the road

Winding winding

Youth hair is not shy.

I met you for the first time, leaving only your stumbling back drifting away.

The scenery along the way is filled with the moisture of resentment.

The receding hairline carries the starry sky for another year.

Cowherd and Weaver Girl's eyes are full of sadness and joy.

Galactic waves agitate.

Joy turned into melodious and moving songs.

I was intoxicated by the singing.

Bitter chewing

Red-violet fragrance, floating in the glow of stars.

still

I can't sing your favorite song.

Those profound words have long been towering and lush.

A sharp axe is hard to cut.

Vocal cords sacrificed by falling petals

Salt scab opening

Now fame and fortune dry chest.

Look up to vicissitudes of life

The twinkling night of fireflies flying

My heart is like a dragon.

After the lightning

Trapped in an ice pool

Tears wet the eyelids.

The ancient lotus in the endless cycle of robbery still blooms.

I don't know what it feels like.

How can you forget if you want to?

Pick a smiling lotus petal.

I was lost in the ecstasy of bone erosion.

water channel

Rot is mud.

Silently accompany your lost lotus seeds

Qixi poem 1 1 I

It's still early autumn, and I'm sitting under Vega

Waiting for an appointment, this night overlaps with the day.

I can't remember which intersection the moonlight slipped away from.

The magpie bridge overflowed the sky, ending the last heartbreak for the galaxy.

I set off and bid farewell to dusk with the shadow of a meteor.

When the news of the post office got wind of it, Xiaorui bowed her head charmingly.

Lost a piece of purples

two

Some pains always come from late at night, in the form of tides.

Impact into the bones, the tired eyes of dreams seem to open but don't open.

I want to go back to my hometown before the autumn frost comes.

Listen to broken fruit and some birds singing.

Rice stood on the chest of the village, breathing.

The corn skirt is flying, and I'm going to change.

Know the seeds and lights on the road to entrepreneurship.

three

The Hanjiang River drowned a lot of imagination, and I cried.

Rush out of the broken bridge and wander through the water.

Many nights, loneliness is shattered by moonlight.

My mind wandered along some rivers and ports.

When the morning star first woke up, I let go of my wish.

Fly over mother's farm with sparrow's wings.

Look for the first ray of sunshine in the morning and warm your feet.

four

Tanabata dreams far away, Tanabata calls my soul back to my daughter.

Stand on the windward shoulder and be a swan.

After a long journey, when I reached midnight in autumn, I put away my whip.

Back to a white cloud for vilen, whose voice?

Sing for me Sappho in the barn: Autumn!

From the beginning, many names will gradually disappear.

Many names will be covered with mud and then sleep peacefully.

Tanabata Poetry 12 See you at the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl Bridge.

The source of eternal legendary love poems

Sauvignon Blanc suffers.

Both sides of the galaxy are expecting.

Three hundred and sixty-five days in a dream

Love galaxy mercilessly beheaded.

Magpies bridge and reunite.

Who is eavesdropping and whispering under the grape trellis?

Nowadays, no one turns over old articles.

Tanabata is full of love, fighting business wars.

Make money in various names

Cowherd and weaver girl, magpie bridge is affectionate.

Tears hazy drizzle v. miss

How I envy the good marriage in the world.

Jade Water Ring in two of a kind

Say goodbye today.

365 days MINUS one day.

Across the Milky Way, dreams are hard to come true.

this evening

I won't close the door.

Don't turn off the lights.

Grasp loneliness.

Put it in the teacup.

one person

Delicate taste

Wait carefully.

this evening

You are not a returnee.

You just ... ...

A landscape I passed by.

Tanabata Poetry 13 Tanabata Night

Acacia and love overlap in magpie bridge

Tears condensed under the grape trellis.

My lovesickness looks for loneliness in the wrinkles on my forehead.

late night

Worms play helpless pain.

There are too many stories hanging on the crescent moon.

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

Sitting by the water at midnight

Listen to nature

Frogs and bugs clamor for ignorant happiness.

I miss you in the sound of fish.

Spread on both sides of the galaxy

Honey, in your eyes

Is it full of acacia?

Qixi night

This is the edge of the Milky Way.

There are so many stars that I see things in a blur.

At a loss, so the stars dance into waves.

There was silence on the water, like the usual calm of a starry night.

Even so.

I know that too.

I am doomed not to swim.

Never swim across the river.

The waves in the river sparkled.

Piece by piece.

Just like my years of missing.

Suddenly, a silver magpie.

Soar from the turbulent water waves

At that time, the water was rough.

The sky is full of magpies.

The shadow of the magpie condenses at my feet.

One piece, one piece, one piece.

With a faint silver light, it stretches away.

I stepped on it lightly and then galloped away.

Run, run

Asymptotic river center

The bridge came to an abrupt end.

I stood on the edge of the broken bridge.

Looking across the bank, there was no one there.

At the foot, there was a sudden sound of boundless waves.

Broke the quiet night

Standing alone on the bridge

It's too cold, this lonely wind ......

Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

(Tang) Xu Ning

The magpie bridge is very big,

Yu Pei, a thousand words spread to Lingling.

And elderly guests,

Disappointment is not as good as a river drum star.

Tanabata drunk answer Dong Jun.

(Ming) Tang Xianzu

Jade hall opens in spring,

The new word is Peony Pavilion.

No one will be sad,

Pinch Tan Mark and teach Xiaoling.

Chusek

(Tang) Du Mu

Red candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen,

A small fan flies to the firefly.

Day and night are as cool as water,

Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Erlang God, Tanabata

Song and Liu Yong

At the beginning of the inflammation, it is light, and it is light after dusk. At first glance, the cold wind is refreshing, the sky is like water, and the jade hook is hanging far away. It should be that Xing 'e has been holding back for a long time. Go after her and get there. Looking around, the darkness in Wei Yun makes the galaxy diarrhea.

Elegant! You know, this scene is priceless at all times. Yunqiaosi gave the girl upstairs a needle and raised her face. Yunqiao. Who was in the shadow of the monastery when Chai Jin whispered? May heaven and earth enjoy themselves, every year tonight.

Poems about the night of Qixi 14

Time is like a river.

Bleach my temples.

What way should I choose to approach you?

My lover

Laughter and songs in the karaoke bars are surging like bees.

I am as silent as a pupa.

The magma of tears gushed out.

Anyway, ten years of wandering

It's too late to make ripples.

The pain of hollowing out bamboo worms in autumn water

I slipped and fell, and I fell like a fallen leaf

All the verses

at a distance

Pale and weak

distance

On such a night, we dim the lights.

Gathering time.

Memories will cross the Qian Shan barrier.

Your eyes are as blue as the sea in the dark.

I travel with Baiyun.

You said you liked watching me talk.

Can you watch it for ten years tonight?

Floor, sofa, we separated.

A distance of one meter

Thinking and language are unrestrained.

How I want you to snuggle on my shoulder.

Come to reality, we are two distant lotus trees.

Staring at your thin body

Slender hands and long hair

I think of bamboo swaying in the wind.

Tears will surge quietly like waves.

"Elder sister, elder sister ..."

I called it a thousand times in my heart.

high-heeled shoes

The most is landing with high heels.

Like camel bells ringing in the wind.

The smooth stone is full of suspense.

Walking through the cave in high heels and stepping on my tendon.

I want to hold your hand through the Millennium.

Be your strongest wall

You insist on not allowing it.

Step by step, every minute

I was magnified by high heels and hung in the air.

Every wrestling is lightning.

Reach out again, still empty-handed

The petite figure made me burst into tears.

I know you are familiar with ancient poems.

Hold your hand and grow old with you.

We will always be parallel lines.

Ribbit

Take a ride in the moonlight

I came to the frog's paradise.

I also heard the call of my lover.

Your laughter, your voice

Drifting among frogs, sparkling.

I walk on the railing, and every step is your shadow.

Remember ten years ago?

We made up in the frog's cry.

A dazzling wind passed through the body all night.

Flowers blooming everywhere

Frogs croak like rainbows tonight.

I want to fly to ten years with the lightest voice.

Smell the fragrance of your youth.

The lights are flickering and fragmented.

Iraqis have gone far.

A frog croaked.

It's a bullet.

Poem about Tanabata 15 Looking up at the starry sky.

moonlight

shining stars

Cowherd and Weaver Girl are the most beautiful

Millennium agreement

Wait for a lifetime

Annual expectation

Just to meet at Magpie Bridge tonight.

Four eyes relative

cross fingers

Have deep feelings

Tears fell from my mind.

Tanabata night, the feeling is not over.

Dreams, dreams fly to heaven.

see

the Weaver Girl

Who is hearing the truth?

Cowherd; Cowboy; Male prostitute; Altair

Look who's practicing.

Oh, falling into this world

The weaver girl is listening to you and pouring out your heart.

Cowherd is watching me practice heartbroken heart.

On the edge of sanshengshi

Your love, my love

In the meteor.

We make a wish together.

Let them testify.

Witness us

Hold your hand, Tianya Du.

This mystery

Who can explain?

This miracle

Who can copy?

I think the two of us can

With loyal vows and love

To explain, to copy

Listen to me.

My loyalty touched your eardrum.

You, look carefully.

My silky love shines in your eyes.

You, call.

Your soul shook my eardrum.

You, shine

Your light banishes my shadow.

You are the most beautiful encounter in my life.

Chinese Valentine's Day; Qixi Festival

The night is already deep.

Let time pause for a moment.

A moment of silence

you and I