Introduction: I want to share the joy of the Dragon Boat Festival with you. I wish you will always be happier than me! The following is a long poem about the Dragon Boat Festival, I hope you will like it. A poem about the Dragon Boat Festival
Everything is possible, the flame speaks in the form of flowers
Sometimes the earth forgets to grow fruits
It is not charmed by beauty, it Need a storm
A storm starts with a sigh
He would never have expected that these square characters would collapse in the storm like this
The ones who reorganized them
It is no longer the people wearing soap clothes, green shirts, and white robes
It is the mountain ghosts
It’s the emperor’s son who came from the waves of Dongting
The person holding the life talisman opened his mouth
and spit out the core of the flame
Yun Zhongjun Then scatter the flowers in handfuls
This muted hieroglyph is a term of national mourning, covering the corpse of a country
He, this country The man who was awake
took off his robe
and tried to shake off the dust from his folds
But the storm suddenly intensified. Oh, he didn’t know
In this way, he created a storm that has been blowing for more than two thousand years
It is still blowing, and I don’t know when it will end Chapter 2 Qu Yuan, a Human Chu State
Jiang Hua
A poet fell in love with his motherland to despair
and chose to throw himself into the river. May 278 BC
The waves on the Miluo River crashed on the shore
They were obviously waiting to summon the soul of a poet named Qu Yuan
In early summer after 2300, a poet came from Chang'an. He sat at the place where the Master threw himself into the river. He burned a map with tears. Then
He raised his head and asked about heaven, earth and fate
He did not ask about poetry
He knew how sad and useless poetry was
Can't hold back the life of an old man
A river is sobbing beside me, telling
Iron evidence of the decline of a country
The old friend is far away go. A piece of bronze was left behind
Look at the river, the water is still saving itself
One wave covers another wave Chapter Three Dragon Boat Festival
That is The sadness that comes from the torn heart
That is the last tragic chant of the soul of poetry to the world
Leaping lightly by the Miluo River
But leave Li Sao to future generations to remember her
The road is long and searching up and down
Dance a heroic song and long sword
Let hundreds of people in Chu State compete for success
Corn millet scented with wormwood
Accompanying the Shao dance spinning in Jiuge
Miluo River, are you still meditating
That is the poet’s magnificent and rare Qiongpei
The realgar has spread its rich aroma of wine
The calamus praises Qu Yuan’s virtues
A song The majestic and compassionate melody
has stirred the heart in the land of China for thousands of years
Even though thousands of sails chase it, it is difficult to make up for the details
It makes the ear-splitting The sound of drums drives the dragon boat
Let Qu Zi’s emotions travel through time and space
Like the rising sun shining brightly
Illuminating our lovely Chinese nation Siquyuan
This is the earliest canal
It was dug by one person
Dark flames intertwined with wavy flowers
. One after another. The possibility of drying up was ruled out
He plucked the pearls from his belly with one hand
One by one, he used "Li Sao" and "Nine Songs"
"Tianwen" is strung together
His country is sick
He is caring for his country
The gods descended on cloud chariots Ah, have you seen it?
The golden crow that rises and sets every day, have you seen it?
The ships are sinking one by one
The ships are decaying one by one< /p>
He only has the oar left, holding it in his hand
It’s like holding his own spine
2,300 years later, I try to restore his image
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Start here.
His beard and hair are like snow
His shape is as straight as bones
He picks up the last pearl in the waves of flames
My words are full of fish and shrimps< /p>
How much should I catch to commemorate him? Chapter Five Poems about the Dragon Boat Festival
May 5th is the Dragon Boat Festival,
Carrying a bamboo basket into the valley; < /p>
The herbs beside the stream are fragrant.
The most fragrant is calamus.
Zongzi is fragrant, and the kitchen is fragrant.
The fragrant mugwort leaves fill the room with fragrance.
Peach branches are stuck on the gate.
When you go out, you can see the wheat is yellow.
Here is the Dragon Boat Festival,
There is the Dragon Boat Festival,
Everywhere the Dragon Boat Festival is auspicious
The Dragon Boat Festival flowers are red and red,
< p> Pick a flower and give it to the golden dragon.Duanyang, Duanyang,
Zongzi Zongzi,
Take a zongzi and stuff it into the dragon cave.
The dragon wears flowers and eats rice dumplings.
After eating the rice dumplings, he returns to the Dragon Cave.
Please don’t hurt Mr. Qu Yuan.
Chapter 6 "Searching for the Dragon Boat Festival"
Excerpt from Hong Zhu's long poem "Qu Yuan"
On this day every year, the river will flow slower
Dragon Boat He can row faster
He is not sitting on the boat, nor standing on the shore
But he is everywhere
On this day every year, I am among the crowd Look for him here
Or find someone who looks like him
Although I have never met him, I can tell
Who looks like him Most like
On this day every year, I look for him in the air
Looking for the fragrance of the flowers he has pinned, looking for his lost lament
Every year on this day One day, I was looking for him in the water
Looking for his shadow
On this day every year, I will become a person looking for someone
Looking for him, Or look for someone who looks very similar to him
After searching, I find that I am becoming more and more like him
Back then, he must have Walking through such a journey
As I walk, I look for my lost soul
On this day every year, am I looking for him?
No, I Looking for him
Because we lost what he found again
Fortunately, we have not forgotten him and are still looking for him
As long as we are still there If you search, there will be hope
Without hope, who will continue to search?
We did not find him, but we found hope Chapter Seven Dragon Boat Festival
Jiuyi The mountain should be very high. At that time, it was higher than the Nine Heavens.
If he wanted to knock on the door, he would have to lean down.
He didn’t want to shed tears in his eyes. Tears poured out
When the waves are full, the Miluo River
When the Miluo River is full, the Yangtze River
When the Yangtze River overflows, it floods the entire country
Someone sang: The water in the Canglang is clear
In response to his knocking on the door
Someone sang: The water in the Canglang is turbid
It reminded him of his autumn orchid and rhizome
And the orange and tangerine trees that grew so lushly in his yard
There is Mrs. Xiang’s boudoir, Yunzhongjun’s attic
Dongjun’s palace is magnificent
But he only uses an inkstone as his bedroom
< p> What is swaying inside is the Eight Hundred Miles of DongtingIt is the wind and smoke of the Warring States period
It is the eye of the sky and the eye of the storm in the wind and smoke
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