Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival

In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to some commonly used poems. Poetry is a literary form that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. So what kind of poem is a good poem? The following are the modern poems about Dragon Boat Festival that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 1 this day every year.

The sky may be different.

Maybe it was the rain last year.

I haven't met this year's wind.

But there is a gurgling river.

The sadness of that river

For more than a thousand years.

It's the same year after year.

One mother after another.

After a pair of skillful hands.

Zongzi with bamboo flavor.

It has become an indispensable waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Hang a bunch of mugwort leaves on the door?

Drink a glass of realgar wine to ward off evil spirits.

Energetic dragon boat

A roar of swallowing mountains and rivers

Maybe it's a loyal soul that sank to the bottom of the river

Turned into a flying dragon

But why, in the dark,

You will always hear a question full of grief and indignation.

Maybe there are many days to forget.

May 5 will be accompanied by the sun and the moon.

The noble feelings contained in the name.

It is the immortal soul of a nation.

Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival. Reflections on the Dragon Boat Festival

A dragon boat,

Draw inspiration from the depths of history.

Since then, in the horn of the Chinese nation,

This is a tragic and exciting moment.

The waves of the Chu River,

Carrying the murder case of Qu Zi.

Let the sigh of the Yangtze River last for thousands of years,

Let Miluo's sacrificial incense last forever.

A zongzi,

Taste sober and loyal in chewing.

Wrapped in the belly is mellow rice fragrance,

What is nutritious is shiny prose.

The historical teaching of rescuing the history of civilization,

Talk to sages once a year.

Beauty, please show your pure temptation again.

Vanilla, please bloom your noble and wonderful flowers in time.

A dragon boat,

Flowing in the long river of the times.

Through the stormy wood pulp,

Always writhing on the meditative undead ...

Second, "Dragon Boat Festival"

On the morning of Dragon Boat Festival last year,

I carefully selected sixteen Chinese characters.

Queue up in text messages,

Send to,

Ten people who live in my mobile phone.

Until that night,

I don't see any Chinese characters coming back.

It suddenly occurred to me today,

Just like the zongzi I ate that day,

Until now,

It hasn't been excreted.

Third, the Dragon Boat Festival in May.

A pot of realgar wine,

A bowl of strong tea.

With the scent of grass buds,

Handle mutton.

In the fragrant smell of wood and flowers,

Get drunk slowly,

This is the Dragon Boat Festival for the grassland people.

Grassland in May,

It's a girl's round chest.

Mountain flowers are in full bloom,

Love songs fly.

An impending riot,

Attracted by an emotional lark.

A prelude to seasonal lovesickness,

Be gently pulled open ...

Male yak,

The sword penetrated the darkness of the distant mountain.

A suckling lamb,

Sleep comfortably in the mountains.

Cuckoo has fermented sorrow for thousands of years,

Driving the crops that are growing wildly.

Just a little raindrop,

Wounded the peasant woman's solid guardian.

Unconsciously,

That's a boiling mind.

In may,

Every river stone,

They are all covered with green moss.

A river paved with jade and pearls,

Dancing,

Beautiful pot dancing in the mountain stream.

In may,

There is an advantage.

Transmission between bones.

There is a temptation,

Pulling the desire to climb high.

I wish I could climb the highest ice peak,

In order to eat zongzi all over Jiangnan,

That long sweet fragrance.

Fourth, "Dragon Boat Festival"

Who knocked over the realgar wine on the table,

Moistened the whole land.

The cry of the white lady,

Echo in the valley.

In the pot,

Caused an uproar.

Brown children will not be washed away by boiling water.

Dedicated only because of the nostalgia in my heart,

Grain after grain is mouth watering.

Out of court,

There is a lot of happiness.

Children will not be disappointed by the sunshine,

Because of the sweet bag on my chest,

The smell is unforgettable.

In front of the door,

Busy.

Acorus calamus and Artemisia argyi did not bow their heads because of the heat.

Just waiting for the homeless,

A piece of green tells the homesickness.

That lake,

There is a great shock.

Dragon boats don't stay wet,

Just to pursue that great man and go forward bravely,

The blossoming waves aroused patriotic feelings.

V. "Dragon Boat Festival"

In front of the door, wormwood is inserted on both sides.

Zongzi is fragrant all over the street,

The drums of the dragon boat race are ringing,

Today is another Duanyang.

The smell of mugwort leaves,

Knock on the doors and windows of thousands of families.

Sweep the dust from people's hearts,

Showed a network of chasing love.

Zongzi's bulging chest,

Like a heavy grief for Man Cang.

People can't smell the smell of glutinous rice,

But soul of china's publicity.

Watch the dragon boat race on the river,

Fuck, everybody's crazy.

Competing for speed,

To grab a stick of incense.

A river flowing eastward,

Save a song that will always be sad.

Thousands of years of wind and rain can't wash away,

Patriotism and integrity.

Where is Dr. San Lv now,

Who tortured Chu Huaiwang?

Qu Zi proudly cast a "soul of ceremony",

The soul is boiling in the Miluo River.

You don't have to read the footnotes of Tian Wen.

The feeling of looking back on the past has long been "involved in the river."

In the rhythm of Li Sao and Jiu Ge,

Scholars sing deeply.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 3 It's Dragon Boat Festival again.

Realgar wine, wormwood leaf incense

A straw rope leads to a past.

A zongzi is wrapped in a sad history.

Dragon boat on the rise

In the direction of Qu Yuan's departure

From the depths of history

Row to the endless Miluo River.

Miluo River, that's

Where the great poet died.

Thousands of years ago, when you jumped,

Since then, the Miluo River has been flooded with endless sadness.

Lonely poet

Immortal soul

You use a pen full of justice

Wrote a poem that has been told through the ages.

You use a clank of iron

You use lofty righteousness.

In the rhythm of Li Sao and Nine Songs

Carry forward the unyielding spirit of a nation

You'd rather die in the river.

Don't go with the flow.

Your love for your family and patriotism are limitless.

For thousands of years, it has attracted countless literati to sing.

Years of wind and rain

Can't wash away the display of patriotic integrity

Your loyalty and dreams, in this May.

How many poems have been lit?

In a long historical period,

When the Chinese nation stands in the east of the world

Your deep patriotic feelings

Still flowing in the long river of the times

Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 4 1. The five endpoints of the sun in May

May burns on pomegranate branches

Roasted realgar wine

My hometown smells of wheat.

Twinkling thoughts are twisted into colored lines.

Pull out a crescent moon and hang it on the horizon.

New moon, how many past events have you drawn?

The long Xiangjiang River sings day and night.

Singing the same Song Li Sao.

Lead countless dragon boat races.

Qu Zi's Loyal Soul

In every place.

The fragrant land of wormwood zongzi

2. It's also the Dragon Boat Festival.

Think of Zongxiang in my mother's hand.

Thought of my mother sneaking in.

With colorful ropes in his hand.

In our deep sleep

Folium Artemisiae Argyi stuffed into the ear

Think about my father cleaning the yard.

Walking in the morning dew

Picked absinthe

It is full of grief and indignation to think of it.

Qu Dafu, who cast ginger.

think it over

Xu Shen, a name in the history of Qing Dynasty.

These thousands of ideas

this is because

Every holiday-whenever there is a holiday.

Feel the melancholy of missing

It's another year of Dragon Boat Festival.

The same drift

The same nostalgia

I walk in the evening breeze.

Find a ray of quiet light

3. Love of Zongzi

Cut off summer makeup

Smell the faint scent of roses.

Knead into the hive and make it sweet.

The leaves in Hiragi are still so green.

Make a decent wedding dress for each county.

Have a quiet heart.

Put this year's zongzi

Specially wrapped red beans in the south

Send it to your mouth

Just waiting for the fate of a relationship.

Take a gentle bite.

There is a love letter I wrote in it.

There are romantic stories in Pingping's rhyme.

Of course, the main characters are you and me.

The days together

We just guessed the beginning.

But I didn't guess the ending.

Like this passionate Dragon Boat Festival.

You can't bind time with five-color lines.

Finally ended with a memorial service.

Whether it's sympathy for love

Or the true feelings and kindness in the deep edge?

Will be thrown into the Miluo River.

Smile into a happy smile forever

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 5 i. Memories of Dragon Boat Festival

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 jumping off a building,

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,

The glory of poetry and the river of dreams.

Second, "Dragon Boat Festival, Listen"

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.