The smoke and the moon are long in the sky, and the silver and Han autumn are the same for eternity.

A little joy and hatred, every year and in this night.

Fuyang College does not have the habit of Western festivals, but attaches great importance to traditional festivals, starting from the 15th day of the first lunar month to the 23rd day of the lunar month.

As a traditional Chinese valentine's day and love festival, Qixi Festival is one of the most solemn festivals in Fuyang College for female students, and it is also the first traditional festival since the admission of new students.

"I heard that the academy has prepared a grand celebration, and it seems that we will not have a chance to meet......" Meng Lin sighed, tugging at her braids.

"This is also something that can't be helped, and you can live again next year. ”

"Where do you boys understand the girl's longing for Tanabata, don't you even know the origin of Tanabata?"

"Don't look down on people, I still know the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and it's the kind of love story that was broken up by the Queen Mother. ”

"That was later," Xiaoxue paced in from the balcony, "there is a man in the sky, and there is light in the prison." The weaver girl is seven days long. Although it is seven, it is not a newspaper. Morning glory, not to serve the box. ”

It sounds like a sentence from the Book of Songs. ”

"Yes, this is a sentence in the Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Dadong, and it is the earliest documentary record about 'Morning Glory' and 'Weaver Girl'. ”

"The legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl appeared in the Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period, when there was no Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, and these immortals gradually appeared after the Han Dynasty. Qixi also has another name called the Qiqiao Festival, do you know?"

Yu Feng only knew that there was a kind of toy called a tangram in the legend, and he had seen it once at a relative's house, and it was said that it was also something that had been handed down from ancient times, as for the begging festival...... It doesn't have anything to do with this kind of play, does it?

Seeing that Yu Feng did not speak, Meng Lin continued: "In ancient times, young girls wished that they could have a pair of skillful hands, so on the seventh day of the seventh month, they would use seven-hole needles and five-colored threads to thread needles and threads, begging for skillful hands and a happy life. That's why it's called the Beggar Festival. ”

"It's such a beggar ......" Fortunately, he didn't answer just now and said "Qiqiao", otherwise Lu would be timid.

Later, Qixi Festival became a festival for the Chinese nation to commemorate and look forward to beautiful love, and every day, women will miss their husbands and lovers from afar, hoping that they will return as soon as possible. Xiaoxue added.

"Actually, I have never understood why men always go out and don't come back for many years?"

"The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. The life of the ancients was not so easy and pleasant, as long as there was a war, men were conscripted to serve as soldiers, how many people could come back alive? Even if there was no war, men were captured and sent to do labor, build the Great Wall, and build palaces, how many people could come back? There are also those men who left home at a young age and went to Beijing to take the examination to seek fame, and their wives waited for them at home for more than ten years or even decades to know that their husbands had already become Chen Shimei, and the most bitter were women. Meng Lin sighed, as if she was one of them.

"Okay, okay, don't get too deep into the play. Yu Feng teased Meng Lin, "I won't leave you." ”

"Who wants you...... Go to bed, we're going to leave tomorrow. Meng Lin was a little embarrassed.

It's night

"Xiaoxue, did you sleep?"

"Not yet. ”

"Yumi is really ingenious, she specially made a peace charm, and she is so attentive, she must be careful that the wind is snatched away. ”

"Is it because we are around him every day, so we don't cherish it enough?"

"I'm talking about you, I don't like him. ”

"Really?"

"Don't talk about that, I want to wait for this battle to be done, what can we do to give him something, how about it?"

"That's what I thought, too. ”

"What to do?"

Hum...... Call...... Baba shrugged a few times, rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Be a little pig, like him. ”

"Hey, okay. ”

"Do you think we will go well on this expedition?" Yu Feng has a big word to say, and use the magic to fight quickly, but where can we use the magic at will?" Meng Lin got into Xiaoxue's quilt, "Let's sleep together." ”

"I don't know, I can only do my best, this time we won't be separated again, right?"

"No, definitely!"

A little joy and hatred, every year and in this night. The Tanabata before the Great War, in which the poetry makes people feel more real.