This is not water flowing—
Tears.
It is the eternal soul of China.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is another year of zongzi fragrance.
It's not just food that people will miss-
It is also the shining name of Qu Yuan.
With that fadeless history.
Listen to the drums of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Dense and loud
Look, the dragon boat racer.
Shout forward
In this way for thousands of years
Comfort a loyal soul who sings with a sword.
From that wet story
Saving the immortal spirit of the nation
Modern poetry praises the Dragon Boat Festival Part II: Dragon Boat Festival Thought Where there are women, there is water.
Who is clear and who is turbid.
Just put a crispy zongzi.
See if you can rise and fall with the world.
The long shadow along the Miluo River withered.
As early as when the words solidified.
Women and water are boiling, singing and sighing.
And your fisherman's broken soul
Wet and exposed to river water.
Put aside for a thousand years
Only the stone is the only weight in your arms.
In the most stubborn posture
Watch the Zigui dream day and night.
Listen to Jiang Feng's call for Qian Fan to participate.
Just waiting for the heating network
Salvage in this dark night sky
On this river that runs day and night
Clean up the language.
Make a long-term foreshadowing for the eyes
Modern Poetry Praising the Dragon Boat Festival Part III: Whose Dragon Boat Festival 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.
Modern poetry praising the Dragon Boat Festival Part IV: Dragon Boat Festival,
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.
Modern Poetry Praises the Dragon Boat Festival Chapter 5: Recalling the Dragon Boat Festival is nothing more than another festival.
In a remote town in northwest China, it is called Dragon Boat Festival.
It's just more selling in the market.
In the traditional culture of the whole country, it is called rice cake.
We know little about the significance of festivals. Sea salt is the crystallization of 2700 years' history.
We don't know much about Confucius, so we interpret Elegy into popular vernacular.
It is nothing more than a general ignorance of current events, streets, and after dinner.
A monk who waved a hoop instead of the Monkey King.
Nothing more than putting on makeup, you can face the staggered route calmly.
It is nothing more than a sea of red songs, which drowns the so-called law of all things.
Master, you are from Miluo. How did the conspiracy change and evolve during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period?
In the depths of vanilla, turbidity is still clearly visible, revealing the innate' prototype' ...
Imagination is nothing more than the song and call of the dragon boat in the water town.
Is nothing more than a person of hometown rub a handful of wormwood, package a mouthful of meat jiaozi, settle down.
It's misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it doesn't rest on the fifth watch. I remember that fish and shrimp get thinner with each passing day. ...
Forgive me, master. The absorption of calcium depends on sufficient sunlight and vitamin AD.
Who has the courage to bear the slight sorrow of the ancestors of the heroic singer who inherited Li Sao?
Nothing more than reeds and grass swaying in the wind, standing on the beach, on the shore, by the water.
Mark your height and coordinates. What is in front of you when you are old is more important than what is in life!
Modern poetry praises the Dragon Boat Festival Part VI: This year's Dragon Boat Festival will be the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow.
Chew a zongzi today.
This matter is being discussed on TV.
Plasticizer storm
And Yueyang Tower is still there.
Dongting Lake has been filled with smoke.
Dragon boat festival this year
Come like this.
When my pocket began to dry.
No matter how to adjust, real estate prices are still like tumblers.
Here we go. The sun is shining.
Come on, dream like fire.
Let's go, the green of Dragon Boat Festival.
The color of copper sulfate
A trace of bitterness
After cooking the green zongzi
Throwing the river into the sea, the stomach sticks to the ground.
After seeing that emerald is a rendering of copper sulfate
The earth has a thirsty mouth.
No dripping style
The sky twisted the dry bra.
Can't repay the tears of the earth
Later, the dream flood season burst its banks.
The TV news said: most of the rain falls in the arid areas of South China.
After a few months, the wound healed.
Ecstatic enough to bite off several roads and bridges.
Dongting Lake is rippling again.
Yueyang Tower is ringing again.
I am chewing the green zongzi.
I had another dream about Dragon Boat Festival and tomorrow.
Think about the smell of wax.
If you want to pretend that I am like wax, the warmth in my heart should last for several months.