There is a little sadness in the dull eyes,
Under the smear of dirt,
You can't bury the integrity of your brow.
Dr. San Lv hobbled along,
Heavy footsteps make sonorous footsteps,
A straight road leads to the Miluo River.
He is tall and thin, with magnificent scenery.
It was a stormy time,
The pride of killing the enemy with the sword on the ancient plank road,
Thousands of troops swarmed from distant mountains,
In the shouting, the general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned ten years later.
Some will remain immortal, and some will remain immortal.
It was an era of swords and shadows,
Drums are accompanied by hooves,
In the tinkling of swords and guns and the cries of people's sadness,
How many soldiers shed blood and buried their bones in the green hills.
The surging river calls for heroes who have been sleeping for thousands of years.
The washed waves salute your lofty sentiments,
The wind sobbed and poured out your miserable life,
A purple stove wrapped in cigarettes
Entrust people's thoughts and admiration for you.
Where there is water, there are dragon boats.
When there is a dragon boat race, people beat drums.
You always lead the way before the drums.
It's not Hunan water that purified you, it's you that purified Hunan water.
You jump, all the waves,
Tinzipran has survived to this day.
You are destined to be an indelible wound in the hearts of Chu people.
Moon grass in Dragon Boat Festival
1
This day
Mixed fragrance of wormwood and zongzi
Raise a river called Miluo.
The blue robe was silent underwater for many years.
A stone also stubbornly.
Geng Huai was immersed in the fall of a star.
A man with a stone.
Always try to set a fixed time every year.
With the help of sparks, I was reborn in a wormwood plant.
Hanging on the lintel, but
We can't let the wind of the world blow in from the hall
He searched repeatedly a few years ago.
The man with the broken ribs.
But the voice of the Miluo River has long been
Can't stand the exploitation of this world.
Many ribs can't move skin.
Finally, in a weak state.
Swallow into every closed mouth
2
Years ago
A river called Miluo, I don't know.
Its acceptance of shadows
Meditate on a festival year after year.
A reed leaf won't know
It will wrap the fish's food
Accompanied by a desperate stone in the river.
A wormwood plant will never know.
After that day
Be possessed by a wisp of soul for many years
Under every lintel, there will be.
A faint scent that changed its taste after silence.
I don't know the shadow of that blue robe.
At the moment of jumping.
The ribs of a country suddenly broke.
From then on, internal injuries will never heal.
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Finally, the blue was wrapped in stones and deformed.
A knife and axe that succumbed to the soft wax state of the world wind
Few people in this world are interested in the bottom of the Miluo River.
I can't forget the origin of that stone.
Now I feel ashamed.
Zongzi mixed with many shapes.
Never have to die in the Miluo River.
Under the dexterous fingers
Constantly packaging and cooking in strange ways.
It has long degenerated into a vulgar thing that keeps pleasing the taste buds.
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