Appreciation of Tanabata and Love's Temperature Prose Poems

The years passed silently, but the love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl spread all over the world. This is the eternal swan song, this is the eternal love.

Every year on Tanabata, I don't know how many magpies are busy on the Milky Way, building a north-south bridge with countless red silk threads, just for the reunion of cowherd and weaver girl who have been facing each other for thousands of years on both sides of the Milky Way.

White clouds linger, the stars are greedy, the milky way comes out of the water, and the bright moon gathers. I can't tell you how much I miss you, nor can I tell you how much I miss you. At this moment, I don't know how many couples are waiting for you under the grape trellis.

Millennium embrace, light up the starry sky, involve the mortal world, comfort whose fantasy?

How many times has the eternal love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl touched the heart of love? How many kinds of love themes have been brought out; How many rivers of love have opened on earth; How many men and women's hearts and feelings have been touched? No one can predict.

Heaven and earth are drunk together, sit and watch a market.

Tonight, I am throbbing, looking for fragments of memory, looking for flowers of fire that produce thoughts, looking for the tide in my heart, the lake in my heart, looking for tenderness that flows, looking for crazy thoughts.

Recalling the road we walked with, and the affectionate and familiar smile, I can't help but feel lost. The temperature that we once embraced still exists, but what we inadvertently touched was some coolness. Finally, I know that you have already left my sight, which can only be an empty and lonely heart, and yesterday that I can't go back, I buried countless hopeless reverie.

Thin clouds are mysterious, and flying stars spread grievances. Now I don't hate it. I just want to hide quietly in the corner of the world of mortals. In my spare time, I make up some free words and listen to some beautiful music, and I will drift away. I will never let those pains control me again. I don't want to be left behind.

Tanabata, an ancient legend and an eternal love story, is a beautiful yearning of many people, and if the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, it will come sooner or later.