Qixi Festival-
\Weaving clouds with skill, the weak willow cannot restrain the scattered bonds; flying stars convey resentment, the evening rain cannot cut off the lingering thoughts.\ — Preface\ The Milky Way shines brilliantly, magpies form a bridge. Once again, it is the Qixi Festival, and thoughts arise freely in the heart. Leaning by the window, the drizzle falls gently. A thousand years ago, a couple played out a romantic love story. Both in heaven and on earth, it was celebrated. Tonight, countless magpies have built a bridge of love. In the quiet of the night, could one hear the tender words of love under the grape trellis?\ Walking through the streets, couples are everywhere; the air is filled with romance and sweetness. Envying the happiness they have at this moment, in my heart I bless them to grow old together. Once, among millions, I met you; a chance encounter that tangled the strings of our hearts. Now, separated by the ends of the earth, we cannot see each other, yet I can hear the call of your heart, feeling continuous affection.\ Longing, like a bursting dam, surges endlessly from the heart. Alone, a cup of wine, a drunken revel. The bright moon hangs high, moonlight carrying my longing, scattering across your bedside. Some words remain unsaid, waving the thin pen, leaving shallow ink marks on the letter paper.\ Do you remember, under the cherry tree, the promise made: never to part, never to abandon in this life? Time flows, years change, mountains and rivers turn over, everything alters, but the promise between us remains unchanged.\ One season of flowers blooms, another falls. The dazzling flowers lose their former beauty, falling into the soil. Yesterday, a cool breeze blew away a season, welcoming a melancholy time. Leaves gradually yellow, drifting with the wind. The fallen leaves on the ground are autumn's longing for spring. The wilting flowers follow in autumn's footsteps.\ The afterglow of the setting sun imprints on the keyboard, notes dancing at my fingertips. Unconsciously, the moon has climbed to the treetops, yet I sit by the computer foolishly waiting, waiting for you to be at our rendezvous. At this moment, waiting is happiness and also sweetness.\ Night remains lonely. Alone, curling up at the solitary bedside. Outside the window, the moon is still bright, but tonight is Qixi. A romantic day, waited for a year, guarded a lifetime, leading to this brief evening reunion. I resent the Queen Mother's heartlessness, not understanding human love. I envy the devotion and persistence of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl."'If love can last forever, why should we care about day and night?' Every word is a gem, revealing the true essence of love. But I want to say, if love is unwavering until death, how could there not be day-to-day, night-to-night longing? Longing becomes like the wind, yearning like the rain; wind and rain collide, filling everything with melancholy. Time locks away the lush years, dragging the cold, plain moon along. From the three thousand rivers, I take a single scoop, intoxicating beauty, disrupting fleeting life. In this passionate season, there is an added sense of love and longing. Tonight is destined for one person's calamity, one person's silent waiting, waiting for the flowers across the shore to bloom."
