On the Dragon Boat Festival, zongzi is fragrant, and there is a wormwood in front of the lintel under the eaves.
Race the dragon boat flag to hunt and watch the children on the shore.
The legacy of Chu township is still there, and the ghost of Qu Zi has always been there.
How many heroes mourn, Li Sao hates to give ten thousand people crazy.
The tiger symbol is wrapped around the arm, and the festival is also the Dragon Boat Festival. The door is green, the sky is pale and kites are flying.
Zongyexiang flies ten miles, bringing joy to wine. Dragon boat race, cheering and shouting, paying tribute to the river and reciting the gift of the monarch.
Sighing in a daze, Qin swallowed Chu. What do strangers know about crying and lewdness?
In the morning and evening, the new pavilion shed tears, and the tears were exhausted. Miluo Zhu Jiang and Xiang Lei have passed away, but there are thousands of heartbroken sentences.
Shut up, Huang Meiyu. Extraordinary side and every five. Corn covered with gold, grass covered with jade, the scenery is still beautiful.
Shirt Ai Hu. There are many hairpin Zhu Fu, and the arms are wrapped in red wisps. Float powder and fragrant cotton, call the wind silk to fan the small window at noon.
Shen has gone far away, so he advises you to stop drinking and get nostalgic. It's better to whisper warblers and knock on the elephant board slowly than to read the chapters of Li Sao.
The darkness of lotus fragrance. Gradually introduced to Tao Tao, intoxicated in the depths. Listen to the river head and draw a boat drum.