1. "Dragon Boat Festival Reminiscing"
[Song Dynasty]? Bai Yuchan
The wind is blowing on Fangying Mountain, and May and June are always like autumn.
The pines and flowers fell to the ground, the cranes flew away, and the vast expanse of white clouds floated in the sky.
Toads fell into the Danjing in the middle of the night, and Qilin was locked in the cold leaves.
The sky is covered with white dew and moss, and the frog market is completely quiet.
Three trees and two trees kill the apes with their cries, and the birds roost in the cold trees and stay awake at night.
A few flying fireflies fall in love with the sandy path, and the rocks on the mountainside are moistened by cold springs.
The sound of the bell blocks Huaxu Road, and I don’t know where the butterflies are.
Rubbing your eyes and folding paper quilt, humanity knows that today is the Dragon Boat Festival.
At the beginning of the dawn rain, the plum blossoms are fat, and the dragon and grandson take off their silk robes and new swallows fly.
The mountain dwelling is desolate and deserted. They pick shepherd's purses and pound wheat for morning cooking.
Recalling the Fourth of May in previous years, Luanxi City with Gejin Yushan.
The dragon boat breaks through the waves and paddles thousands of branches, and the drums and drums beat the flags in the sky to control the water.
Paper money flew up from Qu Yuan Temple, and pedestrians came and went like ants.
The tung blossoms bloom on the temples, and every family breaks off its peach branches to fight the epidemic.
In front of the court, green mugwort is used to make green tiger, and calamus is finely cut to pour out green wine.
A Chinese banquet is held with goose, carp and geese, and millet wrapped in cold water.
This year, I sit alone on an empty mountain, and the rain and wind in the mountains bring a cold dawn.
Mo'an made me stop sighing and write poems about my feelings about living in the mountains.
An De's two armpits gave birth to Fei Han, and he flew up to a small space with you,
so that he would not be miserable in this world.
2. "Ci Yun Ye Meng Fu Dragon Boat Festival"
[Song Dynasty]? Chen Di
My country's Chongwu Festival can be enjoyed by everyone.
Visitors are noisy, and boats are arranged in rows.
Follow the wind and beat the drums, and watch the boat races.
The arrogant and powerful people boast about each other's affairs, and the water and land compete for tools.
The bottle of drunkenness and worry is exhausted, and the joy is approaching the sunset.
Peng Cong likes hairpins, and he meets her while wandering around.
When I came to Tingwei's house, I knew who would care about him.
When the kiss is dry and moist, when will the abdominal pain be relieved?
The dignified Kuang Ding comes, and he is willing to share the same interest after understanding it.
I passed by with my family, and I was drinking in the market.
I know from afar that the points have been cast, and I am even more happy to be reunited for a while.
I am ashamed that I am not from Yuyi, and I have a disdainful ambition.
I took pity on my lonely and endangered life, and tried my best to protect me.
The high talk frightens the four feasts, and the sitting frightens the children.
Zhui Yanguo was unwilling to learn more.
The long story is charming and charming, and the eloquent words denounce the clouds.
Life is full of flamboyance, and the gatherings are countless.
Friendship lasts for a long time, why discuss new stories.
3. "When I was an official, I was sick and tired, but I didn't meet guests. Mao Zheng and Zhonghui had tea, but they gathered stones at the Dragon Boat Festival"
[Song Dynasty]? Su Shi
What is the need for my life? , once full, all thoughts will be extinguished.
Hu was appointed abbot to nourish his skin and tongue.
You are sick again and often choke after lunch.
Miao was the commander-in-chief of Huaihai, and he was always ashamed of his lack of cooking skills.
Cuan Wuyu purifies people and serves as envoys to avoid internal heat.
The red mud seals in the sky reach as far as the purple jade.
Cutting down lamb dolphins for you, singing and dancing on the wild rice festival.
The Zen window is beautiful at noon, and the Shujing is filled with ice and snow.
Everyone is allowed to sit there, and the hands of the tripod are self-cleaning.
The golden hairpin waits for the soup eyes, and the fish and crabs also respond.
Then the color, fragrance and taste are prepared three times a day.
Repaying the king's teaching is not in vain, knowing that I am not sipping lightly.