Who mentioned the Dragon Boat Festival as a child?
Let me recite the taste of zongzi and the fragrance of realgar wine in a foreign land.
Let my homesickness extend from the fundus to the distance.
who is it? Blow away the years.
Let me treasure the old photos of my childhood and the sachet hanging on the dragon boat.
Let me miss the complex, spread from the bottom of my heart to my face.
who is it? Play the strings.
Let me miss her in a foreign land, wormwood is fragrant.
The past is like smoke, which makes me look around from the bottom of my heart.
who is it? Brew white wine.
Let me think about the moon alone, wisps of spearmint.
Since ancient times, Qu Weng and I have faced each other across the river.
Going to ferry in May depends on the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Hide the memory of that small bridge flowing water forever, and let my whispers weave into endless clouds.
Let the fragrance of zongzi be fragrant forever on this May Day.
Dragon Boat Festival (Contemporary Poetry)
Zongzi is a folk custom, recalling history.
Dragon boat is the engine of national voice.
The leaves of the Dragon Boat Festival accompany the years.
Blue every year, fragrant all the year round, and jiaozi packs sachets.
Green connotation is the smell of fish and shrimp.
Fragrant green juice, listen to the drums on the bow.
Chewing changed the taste of sadness.
The whistle resounded through the river bank, driving.
Dragon boat efforts are chasing that one.
Immortal sadness, now the Dragon Boat Festival.
It is no longer a post station injured in the years.
The sleeping history is long gone.
Precipitated heart, now Dragon Boat Festival.
Totally belong to ah, well-off and happy dawn.