This year's Spring Festival and Valentine's Day are relatively close, with only three days in between. The Spring Festival is getting closer and closer, and Valentine's Day is getting closer and closer. The Spring Festival is a Chinese custom, and Valentine's Day is a foreign tradition. It is difficult to determine when Valentine's Day was introduced to China, whether it was a vassal elegance of the good deeds or a gimmick by the merchants. There are many populists who are not resentful or even disgusted, but it has become an indispensable fashion party among young people. If you want to talk about romance, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge meet on the Qiqi Festival. But compared to the sensitivity and symbolism of numbers, it is still 214 is even more exciting. I don't know about the others, but I'm always going to be restless and full of thoughts when this day comes. This shows how powerful the subtle ideological implantation and foreign cultural penetration are.
Li Jian wrote in the lyrics of "If Love Has Heaven's Will", "Who knows what love is, but the short encounter is unforgettable, and it will not be forgotten after spending a lifetime of learning." The answer to this question was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hu on a wall in the capital Nanzhuang more than 1,200 years ago: "Last year, in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. "Revisiting the old place, the peach blossoms are still dying, but the girl who is comparable to the flower does not know what to do. Depressed and depressed, a poem that has been passed down through the ages was born. According to legend, Cui Xianggong later found the peach blossom girl, and the two tied the knot, and since then they have lived happily and had a smooth career. I checked his life resume, and it is true that he has a good official reputation and a long lifespan, living to the age of 74, which is definitely the best in his time.
I was not as lucky as Cui Hu, when I was young, although I also met a girl I liked, but I didn't achieve a positive result. Girls like to grow azaleas, and let's call her a flower girl. The two of us haven't been together for a long time, but because it's our first love, I'm particularly impressed. Even if the sky is separated, it is always difficult to let go. A smile lingers in front of me for no reason. The Spring Festival is approaching, Valentine's Day is approaching, and naturally I thought of her again, so I wrote a small poem, recorded below, and hoped that friends and gentlemen would not laugh:
To the woman who planted the azaleas
The small window cloister, coming and going.
Memories close and open again and again.
Thoughts are like a churning sea.
Thoughts are like undulating tides.
Your name is accompanied by many fragments of time and space.
Fantasy doves hovering in mind.
The years have passed. Those three-dimensional paintings that turn.
There is also a soft and glutinous language.
Always fresh. Time flies.
The young man standing by the bridge.
I've been contemplating and looking into the distance.
Tireless. The heart of the red bean is actually very simple.
I want to think only of the woman I care about the most.
I only think of the cuckoo in the spring.
Day by day, year by year.
May she be happy and satisfied.
I hope she is well-being.
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