Ten Poems in Memory of Qu Yuan

Ten poems commemorating Qu Yuan: remembering Qu Yuan, worshiping Qu Yuan, mourning Qu Yuan, offering sacrifices to Qu Yuan, Qu Yuan by the river, Dragon Boat Festival, mourning and mourning Qu Yuan, etc.

1, year Qu Yuan

Give Li Sao, Jiu Wen and Jiu Wen back to you.

In exchange, you left me your resentment forever.

The Dragon Boat Festival left me to exorcise evil spirits.

Leave it to me to pay attention to your life legend of these 24 solar terms.

Come, Dr. Qu Yuan, let's celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.

Have a drink, just talk about poetry, not family matters.

Just put the fierce horse down and burst into tears.

2. "Worship Qu Zi"

Dragon Boat Festival, the mind stretches out slender tentacles.

Think of a distant orchid.

I smell the fragrance coming from 2000 years ago.

I went to Shan Ye to collect absinthe.

Then hang her on the door.

Quzi, piously.

Worship you.

3. Qu Zi

I use paper boats instead of dragon boats.

You can hear the oars.

Into the Miluo River, into the water system of China.

It also entered my heart.

I hold zongzi in my hand and listen to your sigh.

At the same time, I heard the sound of you hitting the water with your body.

Qu Zi, no one can deprive you of your interpretation of life and thoughts.

4. Qu Yuan

Clouds and rain from Chutian in the sky soaked my thoughts.

I saw you in the drizzle.

Yilian is inlaid with benefits, I am crowned with wealth, and my gown is fluttering.

Is slowly coming towards me.

Standing alone, as thin as a breeze.

I see your frowning brows.

I also saw your desperate eyes.

You praise oranges and ask questions pointing to the sky.

Cry when you see the wind, and feel sad when it rains.

5. Mourn Qu Yuan

Listen to you, only the flowing water of Miluo River.

I am two thousand years later.

Dragon Boat Festival is just a folk festival.

The whole May 5th is a memorial to you.

You Whelan are just a symbol.

The fragrance wafted in waves.

Romance has become a plant called poetry and Chu Ci.

Deeply rooted in colorful land.

From generation to generation, there is no end.

6. Sacrifice Qu Yuan

The surging river calls for heroes who have been sleeping for thousands of years.

The washed waves salute your lofty sentiments.

The wind sobbed and poured out your miserable life.

A purple stove with curled cigarettes.

Entrust people's thoughts and admiration for you.

Where there is water, there are dragon boats.

There are people playing drums in dragon boat races.

You always lead the way before the drums.

7. Qu Yuan by the river

Standing by the river, I have been flying behind for more than two thousand years.

Let the wet wind fill the sleeves.

Miluo cross-flow, can not take away a person's ideals and ambitions.

The longer wormwood grows, the longer it can't hide a person's tears and bitterness.

Throwing yourself into the river is just another form of pleading for the people.

Just another weight on the balance of life.

Qu Yuan disappeared and reappeared by the river.

Qu Yuan died and was reborn by the river.

8. Dragon Boat Festival

An epic, spanning a thousand years.

A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

There is a festival dedicated to Qu Yuan.

A period of history bears the dignity of the nation.

Going away with a boulder has aroused the expectation that the Miluo River will never disappear.

9. grief

From the end of the Warring States period, remember the order of solar terms.

Quietly ignore the time difference of more than two thousand years.

Along the Chu River, you might as well go upstream.

Let the dragon boat in May cross the banks of the strait and the Emei Mountain.

Let the upstream and downstream of a river be thicker than water, regardless of each other.

Eat zongzi, race dragon boats, hang calamus and drink realgar wine.

I wrote these sentences in a hurry and dedicated them to Qu Yuan by the river.

There is no doubt that this is a poet's best mourning for another poet.

10, in memory of Qu Yuan

Embrace the sun in the dark clouds.

Jump in despair.

The waves whimpered for 2500 years.

I miss you more than the river.

Space-time sandstorm

How many ups and downs have been buried, sharing weal and woe.

How many princes will be washed away by big waves.

Who can forget the memory of you?