There is a voice, gently calling, calling.
This call brought me from my dream to the shore.
Listen, the voice of nature is coming from the distant horizon.
Walking out of the ancient pagoda in the rain curtain surrounded by swallows,
I opened my eyes and looked out of the window quietly.
A smell of Aidan floated out from the crack of the door.
With clean rain-
I looked out of the window for a long time, and it was already dawn and white.
You can still see the dim light through the curtains.
I feel the call around me, in my heart.
It's getting longer. I gently woke up my wife and children,
Open the umbrella and walk out of the house. The door is full of attractive Ai Xiang.
I am lazy. I never go out early.
Only the spirits of the Dragon Boat Festival are shouting, climbing ancient pagodas, singing strong winds and flying clouds.
I searched in the rain, looking for my soul,
The light rain is thin, I touch, smell and kiss.
I already feel the chord rhythm in my heart. Swallows around the ancient pagoda,
Dancing with the dance music, it is as long as the trombone.
I suddenly stopped climbing the stairs, stretched out my arms and hugged the rain soul.
Suddenly, an understanding comes from the heart. Life is like going uphill or downhill,
Either climb up, this is the call of the rain soul.
Chapter two: self-created poems of Dragon Boat Festival.
Sadness comes from a broken heart,
It was the last solemn and stirring singing of the soul of the poem to the world.
Jumping lightly on the Gulo River,
But Li Sao left a long test for future generations.
It's a long road, Xiu Yuan, begging up and down,
Dance out a strong song and a long sword,
Let Chu win every battle.
Horn millet with the smell of wormwood,
Accompanied by the rotating Shao dance in the nine songs,
Guluojiang, are you still meditating?
Running water and green water,
The withered grass on the shore.
Through just visiting, I sent my beautiful thoughts about the flowing water.
The head wrapped in the heart stood on the shore.
That is the poet's magnificent and strange Joan Pei.
Realgar gives off a strong fragrance.
Acorus calamus praised Qu Yuan's virtue,
The magnificent melody of compassion,
In China for thousands of years.
Although this is an irretrievable detail for Qian Fan,
Let the deafening drums stir the dragon boat,
Let Qu Zi's emotion travel through time and space.
As bright as the rising sun,
Illuminate our lovely Chinese nation.
Chapter three: self-created poems of Dragon Boat Festival.
Xiao nian smells zongzi with the old man, stringing them together.
The green dress of phoenix bamboo
Can ponds and oceans hold their breath?
Happy wind
Can you let the youth of the desperate victims shake their heads once?
Ocean crying is what Qian Shan Wanling has been waiting for for a long time.
Who can stop this sudden storm?
Who can stop it from crossing the Mediterranean and Caucasus?
Don't cross Yumen in Chu Huaiwang's view. Don't.
Lonely monologues on the horizon
Han boundary and Chu river
The river in my heart, the river in my heart
Born in Sri Lanka, stop in Sri Lanka.
Miluo, the miserable wooden boats and boundary markers around you.
Take a boat that is not tied to your heart.
This country is too big for the ocean.
The heart is wide, but the limbs and facial features are surrounded by a stove and a fire.
The wall is wider than the circle of Fang Chuyuan in Chu Garden.
Guangran belongs to the old skeleton square and circle in Chu city.
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Speaking of childhood, the mother called her son back.
Can you still hold your breath?
It is said that jade was born in the sea.
Know yourself in the sea