Use the poem 1 "Acorus calamus" of the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.
Fat and thin water in rainy season
The grass on the shore is lonely, giving people an idyllic flavor.
Only calamus
Burned by secular eyes
Crazy in the dustpan of Dragon Boat Festival
Let people compete to choose.
Paste it into green Spring Festival couplets.
Now the phoenix-tailed calamus is nirvana.
Stand as a door god
Don't ask the poor.
Stick to it for thousands of years
Carrying a heavy commitment
One person a year
I hope there is no disease or disaster.
On the fifth day of May, there were two Dragon Boat Festival poems, The Sorrow of Realgar.
Realgar is realgar.
Love is love.
The magic hand of may
Blend it with the fragrance all over the street
Shouted one after another.
Mixed with drizzle
Wash the dust off the flag of the years.
Vaguely spread to the ear.
The weak Hawking-
That was when my father was young.
Pray along the street
The hoarse voice slipped on the bluestone road.
Radio communicator (on a ship or plane)
Light realgar.
It also ignited people's ardent hopes.
Light smoke without posture and posture
Touch my eyes looking back
In the boundless twilight
ramble
On the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival used the poem "Dragon Boat"
Dragon boats put a day in the sea.
Preserved for 1000 years.
Let June be fragrant in the homemade rice wine.
Drunk with the country
The sound of gongs and drums in June awakened the original boats in Suzhou.
Come all night before the tide ebbs.
Standing enchanting with the dragon boat, let the heat wave on the roadside
Squeeze out a clearing
Burn incense powder, float
The appearance of a silver beach
Smiling far away, swaying with the dragon boat.
The sea of people and ships changed the color of the sea.
The trace of mother sea drifting disturbed the timid lantern crab.
Break the rules and wait and see like a fair.
Dragon's clothes, wrapped in the face.
Love with the sea
Every sweet word is a slow wave of hometown.
On the fifth day of May, there were four poems about the Dragon Boat Festival, "Crying for a long time and chanting infinite vicissitudes"
When evil abducts integrity
When darkness usurps the sunshine.
Ying capital is submerged in the grass.
The wind in Ezhou wrinkled the Han River.
The boat struggled through the whirlpool of Yuanshui.
The paddle smashed a large blood-like sunset.
Break the horn of Yingdu
This is the sound of your heart breaking.
You look up to heaven
Heaven solemnly answers you.
You ask the earth
The earth answers you with vastness.
Sing poems [songs] to give vent to sadness or anger.
Your Hanshui River, my Yangtze River
When the wind is howling,
My bacteria, your changes
Your exile years.
Cast the backbone of China's poetic soul.
The moment you jumped into the river
Always arouse the tragic of the Chinese nation.
Except you
Who accuses dirty with blood?
Except you
Who points the way with life?
Zhao Zhao, the sun and the moon are high in the sky.
Zhan Zhan Cang lang cleans up dirt
I cried when I read your name.
Miluo River should actually be called tears falling into the river.
That reed leaf
Did you salvage your boat that year?
That hibiscus
But then ChanJuan's skirt.
End of the year yang
Lotus leaves and reed leaves are green and fragrant together.
Dragon boat festival every year
Eyes and mind rise and fall together.
Use the poem of Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.
Every Dragon Boat Festival, quietly beside the Miluo River.
There will be a lot of people who will raise their arms and sigh.
Shook his head and read those familiar sayings.
Qu Yuan who has been resurrected.
Jump, surprised more than two thousand years ago.
The tragic scene is regrettable.
The similar scene of this reincarnation is not
There is no way to serve the country, and it is heartbreaking.
Just to prove I was here.
Win false praise in the circle of friends.
In a trance, a skinny figure.
How I wish to come to us.
The Miluo River is an angry whip.
Beat us hard in the name of memorial service
Hippie people come to visit the mountains.
With the poem of the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May, the rainy season of the Dragon Boat Festival
Dragon boat festival every year
It's always accompanied by rain in Mao Mao.
Qu yuan's disappearance
Three thousand years
Unable to get rid of
The water of Miluo River
Flow to the bottom of my heart
It is the rainy season of thinking.
Avoid the rainy season
A determined figure
Holding the cold sword of seeking.
Looking back at the sky
Yitian
Give a long, loud cry
Long beards fluttered.
Stand in despair
a long while
Fly away.
Use the poem of Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.
Acorus calamus and Artemisia argyi
Zongzi, realgar wine
Connect with straw rope
Draw history
tune
Chu Huaiwang, treacherous court official
together
It is the confrontation between stars and darkness.
Time is far away.
The Miluo River is very shallow.
This is a leap.
Water lights illuminate future generations.
Always remember to measure the depth of patriotism.
Use the poem of Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.
In early summer,
From white to Chu,
The water is turbid and clear,
Qu Ping threw himself into the river sadly.
Remembering righting,
Shijiao list:
King Zonghe Zechu,
Hengcheng is the king of Qin.
Repel Zheng Xiu,
Stripping gold.
The founder of Chu Ci asked angrily,
Sadness and anger,
Nine songs of Shu Xi set old scores.
I'm willing to run around shaking it,
Look at these people, especially from town.
Exile the west.
Sang!
It hurts!
grieved
Sacrifice saints to set up the Dragon Boat Festival,
Ai Zongxiang of Changnan.
China's gongs and drums are deafening,
Yanhuang Dragon Boat Race on five continents,
Confucius traveled all over the world,
Sinology spread to the world.
Justice,
For peace,
Except poverty.
Don't be afraid of storms and tigers.
Dawn Sleeves in China's Cold Palace,
Jiaolong Longting is a guest,
A trip to China,
Star of China,
Happy people are happy and auspicious.
Yang!
Yang!
Young!
On the fifth day of May, Qu Yuan was commemorated with the Dragon Boat Festival poem Nine.
Guluo river
The sky is as blue.
Li Sao's elegant demeanor
The stars were still shining last night.
Stand upright like a pine and cypress
I would rather die than die.
(of officials) maintain integrity.
Walk in a clean way
Zongzi is fragrant.
Cann't stop thinking
It's windy
Chasing your thousands of ships and sails
Morning vision
Read ancient poems
Today's sunflower
Standing on the west side of the horizon
Listening to poetry 10 Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May
Sitting on the Dragon Boat Festival
Let your heart calm down.
Listen to the great man Qu Zi recite poems.
The beauty of Chu ci
Kindness of Chu people and their ancestral home
Drifting all the way from the Gulo River.
Refreshing
There are too many poets now.
Neurasthenia.
scarecrow
Stole the moonlight from the ground.
Who's laughing?
Sacrifice home
Fire and blood
Broken spiritual poetry
A pot of yellow rice wine
A handful of mugwort leaves
Torture our hearts.
The thin figure by the gurgling river.
Exciting Chu Ci, sung in ancient and modern times.
Splash falling into the river
Still charming in the hot sun.
Cui Yanqian
Reflections on the Dragon Boat Festival Poem 1 1
The Miluo River dances with the dragon boat.
The zongzi in Luoyang is fragrant.
Qu Yuan's soul will live forever,
Love for the country is eternal.
Although people die for nothing,
I just want to spread attacks around the world.
Begging my heart,
Serve the motherland and die like ants.
Beg, beg,
This is not right.
Momo,
This is sorrow in sorrow.
Use the poem 12 Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.
Grandma sachet made of loess cloth,
Dr. Qu sang a thousand years of sadness.
Father's gray wormwood mountain stands on the lintel,
Don't try to hide it.
Mother's zongxiang floated in the next room,
The joy of friendship is like Buddha's voice, which leads to Brahma singing.
The Dragon Boat Festival, which is immortal in one continuous line,
Loving your country, your family and your lover is your eternal love.
The wind and frost quietly dyed the parents' black hair.
Years have changed their wrinkled faces.
My broken heart never wants to rest,
The soaring eagle line is always tied in their hearts.
I work tirelessly on this side of the river of life,
My parents ran desperately across the river.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, true feelings are sent from afar.
We will create more glories under your care.
Random thoughts on Dragon Boat Festival poems on the fifth day of May 13
who is it?
Mention the Dragon Boat Festival since childhood.
Let me recite the taste of zongzi in a foreign land
Realgar wine is very fragrant.
Feelings that make me homesick
Extend from the bottom to the distance
who is it?
Blow away the years
Let me treasure the old photos of my childhood.
A sachet hung on a dragon boat.
A complex that I miss.
Spread from my heart to my face
who is it?
Play the strings.
Let me miss her in a foreign land
Wormwood smells delicious.
A disgraceful past
Let me rise from the bottom of my heart and look around.
who is it?
Brew white wine
Let me think about the moon alone.
Plumes of spearmint
Since ancient times, it has faced Qu Weng across the river.
Think more.
Throwing herself on the ferry in May.
Yi Jiangnan misty rain
Let the memory of that small bridge flow forever again.
Let my whispers weave into endless clouds.
Let the fragrance of zongzi be fragrant forever on this May Day.
Use the poem 14 "Miss the Dragon Boat Festival" on the fifth day of May.
Go home and eat zongzi,
Back to the door of hanging calamus,
Back to the cities and villages floating around Ai Xiang,
Back to Qu Yuan's dance,
Back to poetry itself.
A river that ends in Hunan,
But it flows through everyone's heart in China.
Salvage or search.
No matter how fast the dragon boat is,
Time flies.
Dragon Boat Festival, China people,
A spontaneous festival.
Salvage for thousands of years,
For thousands of years,
Should be more important than anything else.
A great theme,
A great man,
A painful question mark and period,
A stone asking for directions and a stone,
Search head,
Standing by the river all the time.
Guluo River, a river that flows forever,
A river of glory and dreams.
Use the poem 15 "Dragon Boat Festival Listening" on the fifth day of May.
Acorus calamus leaves and wormwood gathers.
Ai Chen has been praised for many years.
Tears. Hiding in the corner, hanging on the old moon hook.
The past is like water, take it out,
The massiness of Lisao, in the unbalanced rainy season,
Layer upon layer. Introduce helplessness into the nest.
In May, a poem stood outside the door.
Hold your head up involuntarily.
Excited by the delicious zongzi, the next poem,
Memorize the word tide in segments.
At this time, the Miluo River,
A cup brought by a leaf.
No tears, no worries.
I only hope that poetry will remain the same.
Soak bitter, dead leaves shout green.
The troubles that were once wrapped, after thousands of years of baptism,
Listen again, dragon boat minor.
The picture is full; Happiness.
The cold of one dynasty was warmed by another.