Modern Poems on Dragon Boat Festival 1 (Heart full of ink)
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,
Modern poems about Dragon Boat Festival 2 My mother called.
Will you come back for Dragon Boat Festival?
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
Don't come back
Mom is on the other end of the phone.
gently
All right, tell me about it.
For a long time, I didn't speak.
I really hate myself.
Mouth is too fast
I haven't thought about this sentence.
Strangled my mother.
Mother doesn't know Qu Yuan.
I don't know, Dr. San Lv.
But she knows the Dragon Boat Festival every year.
The children all like to eat zongzi wrapped by her own hands.
Modern Poetry 3 about Dragon Boat Festival (a little dusty)
Acorus calamus, Artemisia argyi,
Zongzi, realgar wine
Connected by straw rope,
Draw a history.
Music,
Chu Huaiwang, a traitor.
Put them together,
It is the confrontation between stars and darkness.
The times are gone,
The Miluo River is very shallow,
This is a leap.
Water lights illuminate future generations,
Always remember to measure the depth of patriotism.
Modern poems about Dragon Boat Festival 4. During the Dragon Boat Festival,
Zong Xiangyi, the dragon boat race begins.
Keywords Folium Artemisiae Argyi, smoked Rhizoma Atractylodis, sachet tying, drinking realgar,
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation.
This is a continuation of ancient history and culture.
This is a festival that we need to remember and cherish.
During the Dragon Boat Festival,
We miss Qu Yuan,
Because of his noble patriotism,
Because of its great romantic feelings.
Our country and nation need responsible citizens.
May each of us do the same,
Spare no effort to explore and pursue the truth.
During the Dragon Boat Festival,
The family sat around the round table,
Share delicious zongzi,
How comfortable and warm.
Wanderers may be homesick,
The smell of zongzi may remind you of your childhood.
Thinking of the carefree and laughter of that year,
When recalling the past,
We should summon up confidence and face the future bravely.
A day full of hope.
Modern Poetry 5 of Dragon Boat Festival (Kunpeng Wisteria)
Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival,
It is always accompanied by rain in Mao Mao.
Qu Yuan's disappearance,
For 3,000 years,
I can't forget it.
The water of the Miluo River,
Flow to the bottom of my heart,
It is the rainy season of thinking.
Bypass the rainy season,
A determined person,
Holding the cold sword of seeking.
Looking back at the sky,
Eternal,
Whistle,
Beard fluttering,
Standing in despair.
For a long time,
Just drifting away.
Modern Poetry about Dragon Boat Festival 6 Back to the home where you 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,
Always standing by the river.
Guluo River, a river that flows forever,
The glory of poetry and the river of dreams.
Dragon Boat Festival Modern Poetry 7 (A Free Man)
Miluo River's sobs,
Has been submerged by the storm of history.
Tear off the leaves of zongzi,
Touch the dark wounds of a thousand years,
Can't touch the rhythm of the poet's heartbeat.
Beauty, vanilla.
In the long river of years,
Gradually bleached by JIU ge.
Since gangneung danoje festival,
Successful application, tearing zongzi leaves,
I saw empty shell casings.
There are new wounds everywhere.
Not a drop of blood. On this day,
We are still like our ancestors.
Bao jiaozi eats.
But it's getting slower and slower,
It doesn't matter anymore,
Li Sao wrapped zongzi.
Who thinks that in a thousand years,
One more leap.
Modern poem about Dragon Boat Festival 8 Mom sent a message saying
She used boiling oil
Another basket of hemp balls was fried.
I said, why not buy some?
Mom said, why buy it?
The sound is not as bright as before.
I suddenly smelled it.
The sound of water pouring on the fire
Helpless and sharp
Delicious hemp ball
Burning with my tender memories.
Mother is holding hemp balls with chopsticks.
Beat my gentle gluttony hand
Say: burn you!
I smiled and walked around her back.
With long black braids.
Say: no, no!
I use my thoughts to describe my mother's white hair.
Decades in the world of mortals
Still running a pure nostalgia.
With a boiling heart
To pack
The son's tired exit
I said: Is it too much again?
Mother smiled.
Say: no!
Then I laughed, too
There are sweet tears running down my throat.
With the memory of mother's sweat.
Has been soaked in my heart.
Mother's sweat
Still so clear