It was an ordinary day,
Day after day,
Year after year,
Until today.
No flowers bloom brilliantly,
Not as sweet as fruit,
Nobody said hello,
No one complained.
Suddenly,
Red cherry,
It's very sweet,
This acid will make your tongue twitch.
Sunlight collects floating clouds,
It is interwoven with transparent green,
Butterflies are flying in the light waves,
Sweetness overflows my heart.
Knotted zongzi,
Being held by a flower magpie,
Fly high,
With wings and feathers,
Dedicated to you in the sun.
The fragrance of Artemisia argyi drifted with the wind,
The auspicious face shines on the lintel,
Birds are chirping,
The flash and flash on the child's wrist,
Angels coquetry in Mother Earth's arms. ...
Second, "Dragon Boat Festival in memory of ancestors"
Yuanxiang's flowing water is fast and deep,
A wave of pains is worrying.
Qu Zi complained that it would never sink,
Full of blood dripped into the river.
Chu Ci stirred up a thousand waves,
"Li Sao" resounded through the peak.
Brown children pack their beliefs in May,
Dragon boat races encourage future generations.
Third, "Dragon Boat Festival is a river"
Dragon Boat Festival is a river that flows through Chu.
The grass on both sides of the strait is sad and the sunset is lonely.
Homeless people please drink realgar wine,
If you have a family, please insert calamus at the door.
Dragon Boat Festival is a river dyed with calamus.
Sadness is the ebb and flow of the tide, and green is not a fault.
People without love, please raise the Book of Songs.
Those who pursue love please board the dragon boat.
Dragon Boat Festival is a river floating on the dragon boat.
Silence is the wings of a bird, and there is also silence of a fish.
Please accept my sincere wishes to those who love me.
Those who hate me, please listen to the nine songs of Hezhou.
Dragon Boat Festival is a river, anchored in the river continent.
How many questions to ask? Li Sao is just a legend.
Please remember the name of this river.
Please forget the filth of May.
Fourth, "Dragon Boat Festival Rain Soul"
There is a voice, gently calling, calling.
This call brought me from my dream to the shore.
Listen, the voice of nature is coming from the distant horizon.
Walking out of the ancient pagoda in the rain curtain surrounded by swallows,
I opened my eyes and looked out of the window quietly.
A smell of Aidan floated out from the crack of the door.
With clean rain-
I looked out of the window for a long time, and it was already dawn and white.
You can still see the dim light through the curtains.
I feel the call around me, in my heart.
It's getting longer. I gently woke up my wife and children,
Open the umbrella and walk out of the house. The door is full of attractive Ai Xiang.
I am lazy. I never go out early.
Only the spirits of the Dragon Boat Festival are shouting, climbing ancient pagodas, singing strong winds and flying clouds.
I searched in the rain, looking for my soul,
The light rain is thin, I touch, smell and kiss.
I already feel the chord rhythm in my heart. Swallows around the ancient pagoda,
Dancing with the dance music, it is as long as the trombone.
I suddenly stopped climbing the stairs, stretched out my arms and hugged the rain soul.
Suddenly, an understanding comes from the heart. Life is like going uphill or downhill,
Either climb up, this is the call of the rain soul.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) Dragon Boat Festival
Sadness comes from a broken heart,
It was the last solemn and stirring singing of the soul of the poem to the world.
Jumping lightly on the Gulo River,
But Li Sao left a long test for future generations.
It's a long road, Xiu Yuan, begging up and down,
Dance out a strong song and a long sword,
Let Chu win every battle.
Horn millet with the smell of wormwood,
Accompanied by the rotating Shao dance in the nine songs,
Guluojiang, are you still meditating?
Running water and green water,
The withered grass on the shore.
Through just visiting, I sent my beautiful thoughts about the flowing water.
The head wrapped in the heart stood on the shore.
That is the poet's magnificent and strange Joan Pei.
Realgar gives off a strong fragrance.
Acorus calamus praised Qu Yuan's virtue,
The magnificent melody of compassion,
In China for thousands of years.
Although this is an irretrievable detail for Qian Fan,
Let the deafening drums stir the dragon boat,
Let Qu Zi's emotion travel through time and space.
As bright as the rising sun,
First, "Dragon Boat Festival"
On the morning of Dragon Boat Festival last year,
I carefully selected six Chinese characters.
Queue up in text messages,
Send to,
The person who lives in my mobile phone.
Until that night,
I don't see any Chinese characters coming back.
It suddenly occurred to me today,
Just like the zongzi I ate that day,
Until now,
It hasn't been excreted.
Second, "Dragon Boat Festival this year"
Tomorrow is Dragon Boat Festival,
Chew a zongzi today.
This matter is being discussed on TV,
Plasticizer storm.
When Yueyang Tower was still there,
Dongting Lake has been filled with smoke.
This year's Dragon Boat Festival,
It just came.
When my pocket began to dry,
No matter how to adjust, real estate prices are still like tumblers.
Here we go. The sun is shining.
Coming, the dream is like fire.
Let's go, the green of Dragon Boat Festival.
The color of copper sulfate.
A trace of bitterness,
After cooking the green zongzi.
Throwing the river into the sea, the stomach sticks to the ground.
After seeing that emerald is a rendering of copper sulfate.
The earth opened its mouth for thirst,
There is no dripping style.
The sky twisted the dry bra,
Unable to repay the tears of the earth.
Later, the dream flood season burst its banks.
The TV news said: most of the rain falls in the arid areas in the south.
After months of gaping,
Ecstatic enough to bite off several roads and bridges.
Dongting Lake began to ripple again,
Yueyang Tower is ringing again.
I chewed green zongzi,
I had another dream about Dragon Boat Festival and tomorrow.
Thinking about the smell of wax,
If you want to pretend that I am like wax, the warmth in my heart should last for several months.
Third, the Dragon Boat Festival in May.
A pot of realgar wine,
A bowl of strong tea.
With the scent of grass buds,
Handle mutton.
In the fragrant smell of wood and flowers,
Get drunk slowly,
This is the Dragon Boat Festival for the grassland people.
Grassland in May,
It's a girl's mellow *.
Mountain flowers are in full bloom,
Love songs fly.
An impending riot,
Attracted by an emotional lark.
A prelude to seasonal lovesickness,
Be gently pulled open ...
Male yak,
The sword penetrated the darkness of the distant mountain.
A suckling lamb,
Sleep comfortably in the mountains.
Cuckoo has fermented sorrow for thousands of years,
Driving the crops that are growing wildly.
Just a little raindrop,
Wounded the peasant woman's solid guardian.
Unconsciously,
That's a boiling mind.
In may,
Every river stone,
They are all covered with green moss.
A river paved with jade and pearls,
Dancing,
Beautiful pot dancing in the mountain stream.
In may,
There is an advantage.
Transmission between bones.
There is a temptation,
Pulling the desire to climb high.
I wish I could climb the ice peak there,
In order to eat zongzi all over Jiangnan,
That long sweet fragrance.
Fourth, "Dragon Boat Festival"
Who knocked over the realgar wine on the table,
Moistened the whole land.
The cry of the white lady,
Echo in the valley.
In the pot,
Caused an uproar.
Brown children will not be washed away by boiling water.
Dedicated only because of the nostalgia in my heart,
Grain after grain is mouth watering.
Out of court,
There is a lot of happiness.
Children will not be disappointed by the sunshine,
Because of the sweet bag on my chest,
The smell is unforgettable.
In front of the door,
Busy.
Acorus calamus and Artemisia argyi did not bow their heads because of the heat.
Just waiting for the homeless,
A piece of green tells the homesickness.
That lake,
There is a great shock.
Dragon boats don't stay wet,
Just to pursue that great man and go forward bravely,
The blossoming waves aroused patriotic feelings.
V. "Dragon Boat Festival"
In front of the door, wormwood is inserted on both sides.
Zongzi is fragrant all over the street,
The drums of the dragon boat race are ringing,
Today-another Duanyang.
The smell of mugwort leaves,
Knock on the doors and windows of thousands of families.
Sweep the dust from people's hearts,
Showed a network of chasing love.
Zongzi's bulging chest,
Like a heavy grief for Man Cang.
People can't smell the smell of glutinous rice,
But soul of china's publicity.
Watch the dragon boat race on the river,
Fuck, everybody's crazy.
Competing for speed,
To grab a stick of incense.
A river flowing eastward,
Save a song that will always be sad.
Thousands of years of wind and rain can't wash away,
Patriotism and integrity.
Where is Dr. San Lv now,
Who tortured Chu Huaiwang?
Qu Zi proudly cast a "soul of ceremony",
The soul is boiling in the Miluo River.
You don't have to read the footnotes of Tian Wen.
The feeling of looking back on the past has long been "involved in the river."
In the rhythm of Li Sao and Jiu Ge,