2022 Dragon Boat Festival students' modern poetry reading draft 1 Dragon Boat Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Yan Yan chasing.
I ran away, and where you were, it was deserted. ...
Only that red flower adorns my years, blowing in the wind. ...
Dragon Boat Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, is no longer the original.
The clear river flows slowly,
Willow is yiyi.
I went upstream and couldn't help crying. ...
Picking up fragrant flowers, thinking about them, drowning in the water. ...
2022 Dragon Boat Festival students' modern poetry recitation draft 2 Acorus calamus, Folium Artemisiae Argyi, Zongzi and realgar wine.
Connected by a straw rope, leading to a period of history.
Treacherous court official Qu Zi is from Chu Huaiwang.
Together, it is the confrontation between stars and darkness.
A long time ago, the Miluo River is shallow, which is a leap.
Water and light illuminate future generations, and always remember to measure the depth of patriotism.
2022 Dragon Boat Festival students' modern poetry reading manuscript 3 Every year, the Dragon Boat Festival is always accompanied by drizzle.
Qu Yuan's yearning, three thousand years, lingers.
The water of Miluo River flows to the bottom of my heart, which is the rainy season of thinking.
Bypassing the rainy season, a stalwart figure is looking for it with a cold sword.
Looking back at the sky, leaning against the sky, whistling, long beard fluttering, standing disappointed. For a long time, it drifted away.
2022 Dragon Boat Festival students' modern poetry recitation manuscript 4 Miluo River's sobs have been drowned by the wind and rain of history.
Tearing open the leaves of Zongzi, touching the wounds that have been dark for thousands of years, can't touch the rhythm of the poet's heartbeat.
Beauty, vanilla.
In the long river of years, it was gradually bleached together with JIU ge.
Since the successful application of "gangneung danoje festival", the leaves of Zongzi have been torn apart, leaving only an empty shell.
There are new wounds everywhere.
Not a drop of blood. On this day, we are still like our ancestors.
Bao jiaozi eats.
But the action is getting slower and slower, and it is getting more and more indifferent.
Li Sao wrapped zongzi.
Who wants to make another leap in a thousand years?