Prose poems of Dragon Boat Festival:
The faint fragrance of zongzi floats in the smell of absinthe.
The flute is far away, the wheat ears are full, and by the gurgling river, Mr. Wang's sad face is still fresh in his memory.
The prosperity of Chu is hopeless. In order to stay noble, you jumped into Guluo River angrily. In an instant, the turbulent river turned into a rushing torrent.
With a stroke of a pen, immortal poems such as Li Sao, Tian Wen and Jiu Ge still shake the hearts of the world.
Twilight is fading away, and the mood is entangled. Who's been watching you?
Wheat is golden and wormwood is fragrant. Who has been listening to your breath?
Leng Yan's loneliness, sadness and cold time are burning your bleeding heart.
The lost fishing fire rekindles your expectation for the future.
Dragon Boat Festival is the color of bamboo leaves, the green of wormwood, the season of wheat harvest, the anniversary of Qu Yuan and people's eternal concern.