The mood of the Dragon Boat Festival
——Sacrifice to Qu Yuan from afar
The country is ruined, the family is ruined, the family is ruined...
There are also huge rocks weighing thousands of kilograms , and there are also shocking and unmanageable thoughts of grief and anger.
I don’t know how the ancient Chu Kingdom is a withered flower.
For example, I have never been to the Miluo River in Hunan.
Perhaps, the frustrated years in life cannot shed all the blood and tears in your heart,
Perhaps, the moments of poetic poetry cannot exchange for the thin sunshine on your face...
Too many deep feelings make you feel helpless that "the road is long";
Too many dreams make your bloody life merge into the crying Miluo River.
The land of Jingchu wept all the way to the neighboring Xiaoxiang.
The days of weeping blood made the entire China feel sad...
From then on, for more than two thousand years, This day in May is called Duanyang.
This is called nostalgia, and nostalgia is a noble and great imagination.
Your tangerine ode to your dissatisfaction, your nine songs, your nine chapters...
I can’t express your sorrow and melancholy.
You let the romantic folk songs of Chu Ci be sung across the land of China.
You let your lifelong regret disappear together with yourself and drown into the Miluo River.
I don’t know how many poetic literati like you have been ruined by the soil of the feudal era.
I don’t know how many talented people are still suppressing their unrestrained and unrestrained spirit in today’s world. The thought of restraint...
May my clumsy poems turn into a breeze around you,
May my inferior liquor bring out all your spring, summer, autumn and winter. The clear sunshine of the day.