The clouds are tricky, the flying stars spread hatred, and the galaxy is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

The best period is like a dream, tender like water, looking at the return of the magpie bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can they care about the morning and twilight.

Xiaoyue is like a curved eyebrow, the stars are all over the sky, but the Cowherd Star and Vega Star have become the brightest.

A ruthless Milky Way divides the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who are in love on both sides, and they can only see each other once a year, they look at each other on both sides of the Milky Way, only to stay on the night of the seventh day of the seventh month, scarce to build a bridge, cross the river to meet.

Since Murong Yichuan ascended the throne as if he entered the palace with him, he rarely returned to the palace of the former director and now the Anguo Mansion, the night of Qixi Festival seems to have returned to a familiar place, she wandered in the Funing Hall for a while to see people to hollow out, the plane tree in the courtyard is still the same, the house is still the same, and the maid and wife who are guarding are still the same, but here can no longer find the warmth of the past, how can there be warmth at all when the master is not there? It is as if walking under the wishing tree after leaving the Funing Palace.

She didn't ask Chunhong and Chunxiang to follow, and under the wishing tree was the place where she and Murong Yichuan promised to grow for a long time, and no one else would break in.

The courtyard is quiet, the wishing tree is quietly located in the center of the courtyard, and the small moon hangs on the treetops.

As if slowly coming to the bottom of the tree, he took out a concentric knot from his bosom and hung it on the tree, making a wish to marry Jun Yong.

She doesn't want her niece to give her a pair of skillful hands, as long as her niece gives her and her husband to stay together.

I remember that the year before yesterday, the two of them made a vow under the wishing tree to be a winged bird in heaven and a branch on the ground, although some unhappiness occurred, but the two hearts wanted to get closer, and knelt down with their hands to ask God to fulfill their wishes to rely on each other.

Last year, today, as if because of the confinement, dystocia walked on the Nai He Bridge by herself, the peak of life turned to her and Murong Yichuan to learn to cherish each other more, Murong Yichuan hung a concentric knot on the wishing tree on the Qixi Festival, and now it is still there, he hung the concentric knot on the highest part of the tree. The soft, clean moonlight illuminated the concentric knot, as if illuminating the most sincere wish.

It is as if standing quietly under the wishing tree, and the past scenes come to my heart like a tide.

I can't forget that when he was going to the border, he made a wish for him to have a safe journey here, and he hugged himself in his arms when the courtyard was raining at dusk.

The stars have changed, the past is still the same, but now I think about it, but my eyes are wet.

It was like leaning her whole body on the wishing tree, the thick trunk seemed to be a man's embrace to make her feel warm and steady, looking at the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who met from afar, her heart seemed to fly to Bashu thousands of miles away.

Tonight, thousands of miles away, is he also as lovesick as he is looking at the stars at this moment?

Jun Siwu is also as deep as my Sijun, Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

Looking at the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who finally met, her heart turned a thousand times, when will she be able to meet her husband and rely on each other?

For a long time, it was like breaking off a branch and writing his words on the ground

The sycamore leaves in front of the moon worship pavilion are sparse, and the needle is upstairs to feel late autumn.

Tiansun is just greedy for laughter, and that has to be done to give Qiaosi.

While writing, I groaned, but tears had already wet my face.

It seems that she originally planned to squat on the ground and write with her fingers, but now her body is too heavy, and it is difficult to sit for a while, let alone squat, write her heart on the branches, and know what she is thinking.

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