One Dragon Boat Festival, another Dragon Boat Festival, Shili Gallery:
The blue sky is clear and the clouds are soft.
Green trees and grass, pedestrians decorated with flowers.
The axis of peace between heaven and earth.
A wisp of past clouds and smoke curled up.
Minutes are different.
She is wearing a lace white shirt.
Wandering by the river of time.
Looking for the owner's lost shoes
There are other things in the folder.
She picked an old handful of wormwood.
Poke out those fragrant words
Insert at the top of the poem
Life is different.
There is a port in her hometown.
Ten thousand people? God ten? dragon boat
Responding to the echo of "Tian Wen" yesterday
I want to raise something else.
The stone in her heart is still strong.
The purple berries in her flesh.
Sometimes round, sometimes rotten.
Who has ever seen a Rubik's Cube with rotating branches?
The second Dragon Boat Festival is the sadness from a torn heart.
It was the last solemn and stirring singing of the soul of the poem to the world.
Jump on the Gulo River.
However, Li Sao was left to future generations for a long test.
It's a long road, searching up and down
Dance a strong song, dance a long sword.
Let Chu compete with each other.
Artemisia argyi-flavored corn millet
Accompanied by Shao spinning and dancing in nine songs
Guluojiang, are you still meditating?
Flowing green water
The withered grass on the shore
Through just visiting, I sent my beautiful thoughts about the flowing water.
The head wrapped in the heart stood on the shore.
That's the poet's magnificent Joan Pei.
Realgar gives off a strong fragrance.
Acorus calamus praised Qu Yuan's virtue.
The heroic temperament of compassion.
In China for thousands of years.
Even Qian Fan's pursuit is an irreparable detail.
Let the deafening drums stir the dragon boat.
Let Qu Zi's emotion travel through time and space.
Shining as bright as the rising sun.
Illuminate our lovely Chinese nation.
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Day after day
Before you know it, it's the Dragon Boat Festival.
Unconsciously, I miss Qu Yuan again.
Pick a Ai Xiang and take a pack of zongzi.
Ai Xiang reminds me of my love for you.
Zongzi is bulging and wrapped.
My deep affection for you.
The distance is a festival.
What is left is the love of memory.
year after year
What remains unchanged is a Dragon Boat Festival.
What remains unchanged is my yearning for you.
5,000 years of history disappeared with my thoughts.
Far away is not history.
But the soul of a nation.
The indomitable national spirit
Miss you on Dragon Boat Festival
I sang a poem.
I told a story.
Where there is water, there are ancient dragon boats.
Where there are people, there are intoxicating Ai Xiang.
And sweet zongzi.
You bit me.
Sweets, I'm full. You stay away from him.
Chapter VI: Reflections on Dragon Boat Festival.
Author: Akino Lai
Where there are women, there is water.
Who is clear and who is turbid.
Just put a crispy zongzi.
See if you can rise and fall with the world.
The long shadow along the Miluo River withered.
As early as when the words solidified.
Women and water are boiling, singing and sighing.
And your fisherman's broken soul
Wet and exposed to river water.
Put aside for a thousand years
Only the stone is the only weight in your arms.
In the most stubborn posture
Watch the Zigui dream day and night.
Listen to Jiang Feng's call for Qian Fan to participate.
Just waiting for the heating network
Salvage in this dark night sky
On this river that runs day and night
Clean up the language.
Make a long-term foreshadowing for the eyes
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Sobbing of Miluo River Water
Has been submerged by the storm of history.
Tear open the leaves of zongzi
Touch a thousand years of dark wounds.
Can't touch the rhythm of the poet's heartbeat
Beautiful, vanilla
In the long river of years
Gradually bleach kudzu with JIU.
Since? Gangneung danoje festival?
Successful application, tearing zongzi leaves.
I saw empty shell casings.
There are new wounds everywhere.
Not a drop of blood. This day
We are still like our ancestors.
Bao jiaozi eats.
But the action is getting slower and slower.
It doesn't matter anymore
Li Sao wrapped zongzi.
Who is there in the Millennium?
Leap again
This is my motherland.
Cloudy, with long nights and short days.
I am a baby.
Miss your heart
The high wall alienated me from the king.
The hunger trap destroyed the six countries.
Xiaosha, my hometown, I crawl at your feet.
In my dream, I was covered in blood and healthy.
Honesty and advice are exchanged for folding our wings among the people.
Huating got drunk at the banquet and dance in Chu Palace.
Outside Du Ying.
Hungry and cold, crying again and again
From the perspective of Hanbei, Chu is romantic.
? Li Sao? Sword refers to the sky
The war burned my dignity and I dreamed of being buried.
All vagrancy and fantasy.
Full of suffering
All ambition and frustration.
Feather poetry line
I'm here? Chu ci? Elegy exile
Only broken mountains and rivers
Treasure in the blood
Wake up from a dream with wet cheeks and messy temples.
I want to break the alliance with Zhang Yi.
Tian Lei invaded and defeated Won.
ChuSheng scattered in succession.
Cry when singing Long song.
If you want to kill a thief, there is no way!
Ann can use vast white.
Secular dust?
A continuous stream of Hunan
Fish belly coffin loyal bone!
No matter how time flies for thousands of years.
How to rewrite history when the country has changed?
There is an eternal yearning.
Because in everyone's heart, there is a motherland.
That's our mother!
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