The magpie bridge meeting on Chinese Valentine's Day, the faint Milky Way water. The Cowherd spoke silently, and the Weaver Girl wept secretly.
The Queen Mother came on a phoenix, and the Weaver Girl was worried. Dare not swallow anymore, only see ripples in the water.
The Queen Mother said eloquently: "See you in the coming year." The Cowherd burst into tears and the Weaver Girl fell in love.
The Tao is that it is difficult to meet each other, and it is better not to meet each other. From now on I say goodbye and look forward to the Chinese Valentine's Day.
The poor little magpie has never been seen in heaven. It lingers even after spreading its wings, shaking off a piece of its feathers.
The Queen Mother was angry and spoke from the golden mouth: No bird can go to heaven until its feathers are full!
The Buddha traveled eastward, and the boy followed him closely. Passing by the Tianhe River, I met magpies scattering.
Hearing my mother's words, I felt suspicious: If a bird doesn't have feathers, how can it fly into the sky?
Put your hands together and pronounce the Buddha's name. The magpie's heart is full of gratitude, and he looks back for a moment.
When the boy bowed his head, his eyes met. It's a pity that after thousands of years of practice, it turned out to be a bad fate.
Touched the chord of infatuation, moved the thoughts of the mortal world. Even if you live through thousands of tribulations, you will have no regrets, and even in life and death, you will have no regrets!