Modern Dragon Boat Festival poem 1 is a lonely orchid, lonely to the wild.
Meizi Mars was soaked in frost several times, and there was a mountain of resentment.
Only the east wind can open her heart.
She, the highland of the soul
The first group of poems written by individuals.
On the fifth day, she hugged the stone and the fragrance disappeared.
I want to salvage for two thousand years and mourn the national mourning.
The land of Chu, the shore of Danyang, is full of rivers.
Dragon boat race, arouse the soul for that river.
Zongzi poured down to fill the hunger in that river.
Once upon a time, five-day realgar wine and colored silk thread
There are poets and saints, Jia Xuan and Wen Tianxiang.
Even the red sun of "counting romantic figures and looking at the present"
The wind blows the valley and urges the rain, and nine orchids bloom again.
And has been integrated into the great dream of the Chinese people, setting off the window of blue sky and white clouds.
Little me, clean up my personal mountains and rivers.
Embedding highlands in my spine
Borrow a glass of pine wine
Then put the body in Ling Jun's blue seal.
Dragon Boat Festival Modern Poetry 2: Do you still have spearmint?
Mourn for Xiangjiang ferry
A bright moon is shining with white tingzhou.
Do you wear a tall hat and have a wide mouth?
Drizzle, cold wind and dusk rain.
It smells sweet everywhere.
Have you looked all over the intersection of Qian Shan?
Miss the sun and keep your level.
The book National Mourning praises the bloody love of soldiers.
The wind and rain are singing, and the songs of Chu are stirring.
After thousands of years of mountains and rivers
Crossing the Chu River from the beginning
Put a zong Xiang quietly
Salute to your ancient charm
Modern poem 3 of Dragon Boat Festival seems to be a great trust.
A guide rope is tied to a hillside.
I tripped over a heavy object.
Look back at the river.
The flag fluttered on the towering mast.
What do I think?
All are old men, Emei Bo, singing in the wind:
The soul returns to a distant place,
The soul returns to the east, the west, the south and the north. '
Chutian a cloud seems to echo in the distance:
If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me. '
I was really surprised.
The integrity of Lampe's elegant citrus
Dancing on the old man's nepotism and crown.
I stubbornly waited for the moon to tell me.
A wisp of soul doesn't want to be alone here.
He turned all his resentment into countless arrows and shot them at Tianhe.
Rows of question marks are waiting for peace.
The sinking of the ocean
The Consequences of Jumping the Miluo River
For more than two thousand years, I have been groping for big waves and polishing in the dark.
If you become proud, you should also see the world thoroughly.
Death or rebirth?
I dare not comment.
The verve of vigorous Chu ci
As lofty as Kunlun
The smell of pepper orchid permeates between you and me.
We are climbing the noble character.
Stand on tiptoe to coincide with it.
Just look at the quality of chasing.
Get up and sing.
This is an ideal harmonious society.
This is a shocking recession.
Our cat stooped and trudged.
Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 4 Charm of Summer Morning
A ray of red light, ripe and sunny.
Kingfisher and cicada sing together.
Fog and dew moisten the lotus pond.
The breeze blew a touch of green.
Although poetic,
But still regret the distance
The realgar wine is very strong.
Wash away flexor's tears
Relive the past
My mind is still confused.
Butterflies are wandering, dressing up for me.
My heart roams the world.
The ten-mile embankment is filled with the aroma of Ai Zongzi.
The flying dragon boat is riding the wind and waves.
Ribbon is concerned with two beating hearts.
Miss the lush and long moon.
A fragrant dream
The wind, with painful words falling.
Love, string together beautiful threads.
Rain, wet the heart of missing.
Dream, pillow love lang.
Song of yearning for the bright moon
Mo Yun's poems are full of complaints.
Dream partner Tianya
riding the winds and breaking the waves
Dragon Boat Festival Modern Poetry May Dragon Boat Festival,
Keywords palm leaf, glutinous rice, jujube,
Women have their own festivals.
There should be wormwood poles on the doors and windows,
Don't be addicted,
Artemisia stems should be soaked in dew.
Go for an outing in the morning,
The river is still cold,
Sunrise is still delayed.
Go to the river,
Water enters the palm of your hand,
Fall into the water.
Vegetation, rivers,
Look around,
Poetry.