Essay: Thoughts on Chinese Valentine's Day

Every family begs for tricks and looks at the autumn moon, running through tens of thousands of red threads. Chinese Valentine's Day, I feel your breath.

Several times of joy and separation, they are always together in this night. On Chinese Valentine's Day, I felt the sweetness and sourness of love.

Under the melon shed in my grandma’s old story, I heard the whispers of autumn insects and the affectionate dialogue between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Tonight, the Milky Way is shining brightly, the moon is white and the wind is clear, the Chinese Valentine's Day sky belongs to the legendary couple.

But I was like the lone street lamp on the street corner, pairs of romantic lovers and groups of happy people passing by me as if they were familiar. In this familiar city, Only loneliness stays with me.

Inviting wine to the moon, the moon is already immeasurable, the wind is also drunk and staggering, the air is filled with lingering and warmth everywhere, in the dimly lit place, I am the only one who is haggard, tonight's joy, and I have nothing to do with it. I drink to drown my sorrows, and my heart is knotted with sorrow.

Tonight, I truly feel that you are the only one for me.

What is lovesickness? I think of the story about the frog boiled in warm water. You are the warm water, and I am the frog surrounded by warmth. The raging fire is our burning heart. Time passes slowly, bit by bit. Steam you dry and fry me slowly.

Once upon a time, we met on the Internet, using the keyboard to type boring words into deep blessings and cordial greetings. Love, condensed bit by bit, love, gathered bit by bit, small. Screen, we looked at each other across the screen, looking through the screen, looking through many sleepless nights. The sea of ????net is deep, the affection is sincere, and we have been in love sincerely through the cold and heat. From then on, you let me know what missing is and what caring is.

Once upon a time, we met in the rain. Your clothes were fluttering, and you came floating in the air, as pure as falling rain silk, as delicate as dewy pear blossoms. Who is playing the piano and singing loudly, a song of high mountains and flowing water, accompanied by the sound of rain, lingers in the ears. We clasped our fingers tightly, leaning on each other, so intoxicated that we forgot what night it was!

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back. Happy moments are always short, and heaven and earth are so similar!

Is it true that love in the wind and rain can withstand the wind and rain better? Is it true that love that has gone through the wind and rain can last forever? But I met you when I shouldn't have met you, said I loved you when I shouldn't have loved you, what I held in my hand was just an expired ticket, and what I chased was just the back of happiness.

No one knows how far eternity is, but I know that every moment I meet you is forever in my heart, but you can never understand.

Flowers bloom and fall, leaving and leaving, the clouds roll and relax, gather and disperse, time will not stop for anyone, and the world will not change its rules for anyone.

If I were that silly frog, how could I swim happily in your warm water?

I plant you in my heart, you will not be disturbed by rain, snow, wind and frost, you will know my pain and joy, you will feel the rhythm of my heartbeat in the four seasons, plus the fountain of life The gestation of love will give birth to pure love that will never fade.

Turn our love into countless magpies, let them wear bright feathers like spring, wave wings as soft as music, and build a magpie bridge between us that will never disappear, and we will be able to live forever Breaths and breaths are connected, and souls stay together.

Time is not a glass of water that forgets love, time is a jar of aged wine, the longer it is, the more fragrant it becomes.

I can only love you once in five hundred years. Even if I walk to Naihe Bridge, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup, and forget my past and present lives, I believe I will never forget you!

The sky is not old, love is hard to break, and the heart is like a double mesh... I will not be late in the next life, I will wait for you, in that spring season, the willows are lingering on the bridge.

Strive to have no time to say goodbye in this world, in exchange for coming every year. Thousands of stars shine in the night sky of Chinese Valentine's Day. There are you and me. Therefore, I am not alone tonight.