**A Chinese Valentine's Day Tale: The Qixi Festival**

Beneath the twinkling stars, on the 7th day of the 7th moon,
Comes the Qixi Festival, a love's enduring doom.
In ancient times, a girl named Zhinu was so fair,
Who spun silk in her loom, but yearned for more, oh, so dire.
She worked by the riverbank, with her shuttle in her hand,
But her heart longed for a true love, a dream she'd never find.
The weaver, Niu Lang, was a farmer from the sky,
With a cow as his guide, through the clouds he'd drift.
Each night, as the moon lit the night, they watched each other's grace,
Their love was forbidden, but still, they'd steal glances.
The Queen Mother of the West, saw their love's plight,
And on this night, she allowed the stars to unite.
With a silver bridge across the Milky Way, they danced and they twirled,
A celestial dance, under the watchful world.
Zhinu and Niu Lang, together at last,
Celebrated Qixi, under the moon's pale blast.
The Qixi Festival, with its lanterns and flowers bright,
Reminds us to cherish love, in every moment's light.
For in the heart of every lover, there's a silent vow,
To love as Zhinu and Niu Lang, across the cosmic flow.
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