【About the author】Xi Qicang, pen name Qiachuan TianWeng, was born in February 1954, a native of Xiwu Village, Lujing Town, Heyang County. Cpc members and cadres. Passionate about literature, he often writes for fun after retirement, expressing his love for nature.
It's the middle of the fifth month of the lunar calendar,
Remote highland farmhouses,
The three summers are nearing the end,
Summer grain into storage
Autumn grain thrives,
People rejoice in the harvest of the coming year,
And sowed the seeds of a harvest,
Everywhere is a derivative,
It also adds a lot of pleasure.
may fifteen tonight
Another good night with a good full moon.
The sun has just quietly returned home,
The moon smiled happily.
After a busy day of farming,
And they also came to the square,
Sit on the floor,
Laughing.
Unconsciously
Long river sunset The sky is getting dark,
The blue sky is endless.
I also wandered under this wonderful time of day and night.
The first to appear on the canopy is the day star,
She's so big, so bright,
Like a lamp hanging high in the sky,
Shimmering with dazzling light,
And then the clock goes,
It's the big, the little,
Bright, dark,
The stars are like pearls,
Embedded in a dark blue sky dome,
Sparkling .
Milky White Milky Way,
From the northwest skyline across the middle sky,
Diagonally pours into the southeastern land.
In the middle of the Milky Way,
The Big Dipper seven stars also showed a heroic posture,
Her brilliant brilliance,
Undoubtedly the people of heaven,
Carrying lanterns lined up.
In this sea of stars,
There are still a little glimmering stars at the edge of the sky,
Isn't that a sentinel from heaven?
I don't know,
From its determined figure,
I can imagine!
In this vast sky,
What about weaver girls and cowboys?
I searched hard,
However, I couldn't find their aggrieved faces.
Are they married?
Are they living their ordinary lives like ordinary people?
Are they no longer across the river?
Are they no longer alone?
I hope so!
Two people who have suffered for thousands of years,
It is time to be bitter,
It's time for husband and wife to reunite
...... alack
Sadya! Bitter!
Yue'er has quietly climbed up to the heights,
Radiant and quiet,
A gust of emblem wind blew,
The sky was shrouded in a thin layer of light fog,
A few white clouds drift from time to time,
Put on a white gauze for the moon.
The wind is the messenger of the night,
The moon is the figure of the wind,
Fog and clouds adorn the moon,
The wind also held hands with the clouds and the moon,
You see
How much that moon is like a shy young girl to be married,
Looming
Half holding the lute and half covering the face,
Show you a shy smile in the breeze and mist.
Listen! In the distance drifted a melodious piano sound,
Who played a scene of stars holding the moon
A beautiful dance overture?
I was so drunk.
Look at the delicate moon,
Seems to see
Chang'e is dancing,
The jade rabbit is jumping,
Wu Gang was pouring wine.
yes! What a wonderful paradise,
No wonder weaver girl, cowherd
I'd rather look across the river,
Nor do they want to go down to mortals
You cultivate me
……
Tonight the stars shine brightly,
A beautiful night view of paradise was displayed,
The breeze sublimates the night,
The moonlight shines sleeplessly for the night.
This is the case
Who can not stir the heartstrings?
Who can not go out of thin air against the moon?
The bright moon hangs in the air, and it also softens the warmth of the night,
Scattered moonlight, starlight,
Mellow and intoxicating breeze,
More sailed my love,
Why don't I melt this longing into the waddle of poetry!
Reckless interstellar, dare to ask the heavens:
Under the beauty of this full moon and good birthday,
Who can be with me?
If not
I became a little star,
Standing on the edge of the starry night,
Bird's eye view of the ordinary human world,
Also look at your petite figure.
Written on the night of June 19, 2016