A modern poem praising Qu Yuan: Who made Qu Yuan finally throw himself into the river?
This makes those masterpieces last forever.
What did JIU Ge
A modern poem praising Qu Yuan: Who made Qu Yuan finally throw himself into the river?
This makes those masterpieces last forever.
What did JIU Ge ask?
How many Dragon Boat Festivals have passed?
But I have never got a satisfactory answer.
poet
You left with endless regrets.
Empty left an immortal voice echoing in the world.
Look at the rhythm of endless power
With the shouts pouring into the dragon boat.
The belief of never giving in
With the departure of the poet, it was widely carried forward.
Modern Poem on Qu Yuan II: The Dragon Boat Festival commemorates Qu Yuan's haste.
I'm still watching.
Like an eternal philosopher.
Face the running water day and night.
Stand on the shore and sigh.
After one thousand years, Wan Li was blown by sand.
The wind is blowing up
His elegant figure.
The wind is blowing up
Wandering poems and fishing songs
He walked in the footsteps of a lonely traveler.
Across the cynical eyes.
Soaring above the rivers and lakes.
Less than a thousand years.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
There is no way to find the footprints of the sages.
The river rushed up and washed away my footprints.
As if I had never walked.
My heart flies towards the sunset.
Sink and dive again.
Just to miss
That distant soul ...
Modern poetry praises Qu Yuan III: Dedicated to Qu Yuan, who died a long time ago.
He accepted the storm of fate.
He was baptized and bathed in the glory of Han Xiao.
His heart is rich, novel and sacred.
There, full of brilliant flowers of thought.
Large tracts of floral fragrance float into the blue sky.
He, the creator of an immortal music song.
His voice is melodious and high.
Now, listen, that's a big echo-
Singing from the depths of the sky of time
He, gone, went to the eternal residence.
His bright soul is like a star.
Through heaven, shine on the earth.
Modern poetry praises Qu Yuan IV: Hanging Qu Yuan in the Dragon Boat Festival in early May.
The dignified history is suffocating.
On the banks of the Miluo River in grief and indignation
It seems to tell a poet's sadness and resentment.
A song "Li Sao" has traveled through two thousand years.
Is shouting angrily
Worry about the country and the people, no regrets.
Justice and boldness
Struggling to jump into Kyushu, sighing.
Set an example for Chinese descendants.
An unyielding soul is stained with blood by the river.
Feel China's earth-shaking sigh
Green is in the vast world.
A green lotus leaf was wrapped.
well-wish
From generation to generation, I remember the sages.
Green reeds cover the leaves.
An ancient nostalgia.
Commemorate the heroes and heroes every year.
Oil umbrella keeps out rain and smoke.
Realgar wine is fierce and afraid of cold.
A bundle of absinthe cannot ward off evil spirits.
It has been popular in China for thousands of years.
Pray for health and good wishes.
The legend of the years is shocking.
The eternal story will last forever.
Cangshui flows eastward and across the sky.
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, remembering Qu Yuan.