Dreaming of Qixi Festival, whose face?

     The world is sliced ​​apart on this gentle night, moonlight pouring into every crevice like flowing water, warm and cozy. Qixi Festival, like the tide, has arrived as scheduled.


    In the annals of love, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, hand in hand, slowly walk towards us. Hiding under the Magpie Bridge, secretly listening to their whispered sweet nothings, the moonlight as witness, the magpies as proof, at this moment, they believe that love doesn't care about forever, only about having possessed it, that they will love each other for life.


    The moonlight is deep, the sunset has faded, the stars are twinkling, the Old Man of the Moon is the matchmaker, and the pulse of summer is the joyful song of insects. The moonlight, like gauze, falls on my shoulders, gently caressing my restless heart. Strolling through the fields, a gentle breeze blows, and warmth flows freely in my eyes. I love Qixi Festival, this day belongs to our traditional Chinese love.


    Savoring the scent of night-blooming jasmine, let your thoughts wander amidst the heavenly chirping of insects. On such a night, the fairytale of love will sprout like vines, riding the flying carpet of time, gliding across the universe on a gentle breeze. You and I, me and you, or him and her, let's close our eyes together and quietly enjoy the warmth of Qixi Festival.


    On this day of Qixi, let's sing a song. Softly humming, the cicadas' chirping and the birds' singing weave a poem, a poem written for Qixi. When melodious songs surround us, when the fragrance of summer soothes our hearts, when someone whispers "I love you" in your ear, remember to cherish it.


    Hold hands, and spend every Qixi together. The mountains have trees, my heart is pleased with you, hand in hand, beautiful, may Qixi always be with you. Flowers bloom, the moon is full, even if everything flies by at the speed of light, we can still hold onto this beautiful night. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Dong Yong and Xiao Qi—and many more classic figures from traditional love stories will appear before us on this day, continuing to write the myths of love.


    Love is an eternal theme throughout history. Those love stories that shine in the long river of history are no longer just stories in the hearts of the Chinese people, but rather a legacy of five thousand years of classic Chinese culture. What we need to do is love well and enjoy our happy years.


    In this thought, songs cleanse our hearts, and we continue to love life as always. Under the shade of flowers, in the peach orchard, and in our own little nest, the shadow of love is everywhere. Qixi Festival is not just one day; for those of us who love life, it is every day.


    Love is not everything in life, but it fills our lives at all times. When love is in full bloom, it is like endless fallen petals, never tiring to behold, tender and intoxicating, intoxicating with joy; when love is sad, it is like a glass of strong liquor, impossible to savor, seeping into the bone, leaving one lost in sorrow. Whether romantic or sorrowful, love is inextricably linked to our lives; there's no escaping it.


    On Qixi Festival, we reminisce about the past and realize that the carefree youths have grown into vibrant young adults. On this day, we can hold hands with our loved ones, strolling by the pond, listening to the chirping of insects, admiring the moonlight, singing love songs, whispering sweet nothings. All of China enjoys this beautiful time, including you and me.


    The soft moonlight carries a love song through the night sky, and the dappled shadows of the trees along the roadside exude warmth. We believe that on such a beautiful night, angels will drop a glass ball of happiness into every corner of the mortal world; if you look carefully, you will always find some fragments.


    Time flies, but it always leaves its mark. How to live a happy and joyful life is something we must pay attention to. Qixi Festival, traditionally the day of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, is also a symbol of happiness. We wish that every day could be Qixi Festival.


    The moonlight will fade, for the sun will rise again tomorrow, but the longing for Qixi Festival will not cease, for we are lovers. So let's sing a song, a song about love, and be happy together.

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