ancient style poetry Magpie Fairies the seventh evening of the seventh moon(when according to legend the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid meet in Heaven) Boat 鹊桥仙（七夕舟中）
Magpie River deep cold, cloud height Luan far, water wear skirts misty wind. But under the earth pushed Lihen, first, the evening before. Boat line and hate, and sorrow to infinite, over and over again gradually Yao Chang. Should ingenuity into the Acacia, it feels more than tears, Silver Bay less.