Like a lightsaber
Shake the sky
Good blue
Snow on the tile house.
Be shaken into the water.
Fell off the roof
The old lady pushed her little grandson with a car.
Play in the yard
A naughty puppy.
Follow behind.
That pile of snow on the wall.
Turn into a pool of water
Seven or eight ducks
Play in it
Chickens scratching at each other.
In front of the haystack
There was a loud noise in the sky.
plane
Draw a white line for the blue sky
sunlight
Sunburned snow surface
Dripping snow water
Penetrating snow
Jin Run
territory
The snowfield is no longer cold.
Xiaotun
It's almost spring.
Modern poetry in the afternoon 2 1. 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 dance,
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.
Modern Poetry in the Afternoon 3,000 years ago, a man threw himself into the river.
A cavity of resentment, resentment, and resentment that there is no way to serve the country.
As the Guluo River twists and turns into the lake, it returns to the sea.
Are there still people on both sides of the strait guarding the fruit trees for it now?
Several people are singing Song Li Sao, which was written with painstaking efforts.
Fortunately, there are dragon boats rowing intermittently.
The neat trumpets of the strong men were mixed with the sound of gongs and drums.
It can also make people feel that the tracing game is still so lively.
Therefore, the content of Zongzi is composed of pure glutinous rice and Redmi egg yolk.
Let people who enjoy it get tired of eating their mouths but forget to feed the fish and turtles.
Well, after enjoying those days' holiday and tasting the fragrance of Zongye.
I can still have a grateful heart, and remember that I can't wish a happy holiday on this day.
We can remember the bitterness and pain in the history of turning over, but seldom think of any enlightenment for us.
Still singing and dancing, there are still backyard flowers across the river
The shadow of the devil at home kept shaking, and several people were worried about the resurgence of smoke.
Groups of people who are eating imperial food but not doing their jobs.
All I think about all day is how to get more benefits by lying on the national salary.
Rich people who get rich first by policy.
Thinking about how to have money to emigrate overseas.
Qu Yuan, no matter what you do, the State of Chu will finally perish.
It suddenly occurred to me that we have lost something over the years.
From then on, respect for the remaining sages is not just personality.
The culture we inherited is riddled with holes.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, the dragon boat still enjoys all the tranquility.
But not many people will sigh for the lost soul.
Modern Poetry 4 Two Zongzi and a salted egg.
In a trite style
Unit canteen
Plan this ancient festival.
It's dripping and the rain is silent.
Maybe thousands of years later.
Really have nothing to say, even if
At the beginning of the Miluo River, the sound was like a tide.
Once vast rivers
Seems to dry all the tears.
On the day when the original meaning was forgotten
Dragon boat stretching for thousands of years.
Trapped in black mud
(of water lilies) rising pure from the mud.
Turned into a legendary myth
A pure soul who can't tolerate worldly affairs.
If you want to be spotless, go to the paradise of your dreams.
I can't find a clean road anymore.
Heaven, darkness.
Inflow into a river, pollute a river
Numerous text messages flew in.
Remind us to remember this day.
In order to tell
I still remember that you are alive.
although
Cold rain
Underground, as always.
Modern poetry thinks that the Yellow River is a gurgling stream.
Willow branches at noon
Visit your hometown.
Put it on a busy dining table
On a certain level of etiquette
I'm very proud.
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
The whole village is filled with the smell of zongzi.
Unlike Jiangnan, it is better than Jiangnan.
Life is concrete and great.
May is full and beautiful.
Let the hometown people be emotionally fascinated.
60 Years' Air and Food in New China
Let the people stand like mountains.
Poor chores
Eliminate the process of seeking up and down
In a happy and beautifully decorated farmhouse.
Interaction between guests and hosts
A burst of pride.
I hold Li Sao and Tian Wen.
But read by books over and over again.
The dragon boat is alive.
The most wonderful scene
I have only been here for thousands of years.
The stupidest audience
In the warm sunshine, I have white hair.
My heart is like a wave.
The story of the fifth day of May
Moved the whole of China.
There is a stone bridge in my hometown.
Just like the sprint in the new countryside
The reality of this season has been consolidated.
Enter the imagination of the years
Familiar and unfamiliar faces are red in May.
So solemn and generous
My broad forehead
admit
The hospitality of the villagers
Modern Poetry in the Afternoon 6 On the night of Dragon Boat Festival, a person
Sit by an open window
A beam of moonlight shines.
Smoke by yourself and light it.
Simple pleasures
Clear moonlight
Shine on me, dark heart
Let me think from an image.
You in the distance. Think like water.
Memories as soft as water
I seem to see you.
On a dark blue night, it is not attractive.
A striking corner
Look up at the moon and sing.
Love songs of our youth.
Night breeze, blowing
Long night, I am missing.
Condense the inner light, burn
Born in a noble family, I just want to
Light up your name.
Afternoon Modern Poetry 7 Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May,
Qu Yuan's soul is crossing;
Patriot Zhong Qing I,
Good at rhetoric and great achievements.
Dr. San Lv will never show up again,
Juxian grant can offer national policy;
The romantic feeling will never disappear,
The charm of Chu Ci sang a great victory.
Read Li Sao's Qian Qian Knot,
Love is rich and loyal;
Singing Nine Songs is very exciting.
Arouse Chu's emotional appeal and love;
Imagine Tian Wen by feeling,
Elegant music songs in Shenchi;
Listen to the nine-chapter symphony,
The sun and the moon are bright in the north of Han Dynasty.
Honesty and frankness are slandered,
Broad knowledge, strong ambition and sadness;
Worry, resentment, desolation,
Attachment to Zigui, never leave.
The Miluo River is as cold as snow.
Time keeps passing;
Sad Shi Huai Road Goodbye,
Dragon boat race in search of soul.
A festival in memory of the late poet,
Generation research of herbal beauty;
Living in a country will go down in history,
Time goes by and praises heroes.
Modern poetry on the afternoon of May 8 is like a beautiful vanilla flower god.
With the coolness of early summer,
With the intoxicating dance steps in May,
Dragon Boat Festival is coming,
Happy Dragon Boat Festival to my dear friend!
Green fields, red clouds,
Happy smiling face hanging in my heart,
Bring blessings, bring blessings,
Bring your wife and children back to your parents,
Chat with dad and spend the Dragon Boat Festival with mom.
Dance happily together on May 5th,
One mung bean cake, two fried boxes,
Three bamboo leaves, four Jin of glutinous rice and millet,
Use a smile as soup and filial piety as juice.
Wife and children on the left, parents on the right,
And beautiful round and round.
Put on a group costume, freshen up,
Use the dawn of sunrise to climb mountains,
Pick some willows, twist a drop of morning dew,
Embrace the green hills and get close to the green waters.
Delete troubles, copy happiness,
Let the good luck of Dragon Boat Festival bring good luck to your family.
Happy May 5th Festival! Friends,
Send you a pot of friendship wine,
May you have a happy smile all the year round;
Send you a really embroidered red sachet.
May your life and career be Qi Fei;
Send you a green jujube honey juice sesame oil jiaozi,
May your mood be as sweet as osmanthus honey every day!
Modern poetry in the afternoon
This afternoon is a fermentation spit.
Lazy sunshine on the path,
The road is shining,
It is gold from the sun.
The sky-blue balcony was painted with golden glaze.
The tea set is on the round table.
The coffee on the table is bubbling with fragrance.
Warm smoke is like a flowing pearl,
Slowly flowing into the clouds.
The sky spit out a hazy cloud,
Like a continuous network of Zhang Sisi,
Net the sky.
The ladder is very long. ...
Straight into the foggy sky.
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I wonder if there are any instructions this afternoon.
Anyway, the door of heaven is closed.
Don't breathe a word,
Seal up the rotten quilt in the room.
Ecstasy ... The woman next door hummed,
Like a lark, panicked and out of tune.
Make a cup of tea, and I will be the prince in the cup.
Floating leaves, curled on hot wrists,
Cutting the thread is as heavy as a torch in the crown.
I lit my beginning,
Invasion of the land of dreams, division,
Tea residue planted in the afternoon,
Don't look, you know it's poison.
How to heal my loyal soul with modern poem 10?
Oh, let's use the crescent moon on May 5th.
Cut a handful of mugwort.
It's not just the river that is blown thin by the fierce Chu wind.
Even the lotus has lost weight.
Thinking in Li Sao
Your Chunlan Cao Hui is thriving.
I will suck morning dew from flowers.
Together with zongxiang, let you sip.
The drums of the dragon boat attracted a cloud.
I wonder if you are in this cloud.
But looking for the door to go home.
Monks worship God with dumplings in four corners.
Tibetan rhyme of Cao Hui Miao nationality in Huangmei period
The fragrance of Chu Ci soaked Luojiang.
Wrap it, wrap it, wrap it.
Entrust the taste of Chu ci.
Every rhinoceros can break the shackles.
Artemisia argyi is amazing.
Carrying the rhyme of nine songs
Only use simplicity and frankness to exorcise evil spirits.
The Miluo River has skyrocketed.
Every wave has the spirit of Dr. Qu.
Every sentence of Li Sao is volley.
Jiuzhang Jingzhou
Fight for drums
Beat every character