Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May

Lead: Dragon Boat Festival is the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and it is also June 12th. Also known as Duanyang Festival, Noon Festival, Mayday and so on. The following is a modern poem about the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May. Welcome to enjoy.

The first chapter: The rainy season of Dragon Boat Festival, the modern poem of the fifth day of May, is Kunpeng Wisteria.

Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival,

It is always accompanied by rain in Mao Mao.

Qu Yuan's disappearance,

For 3,000 years,

I can't forget it.

The water of the Miluo River,

Flow to the bottom of my heart,

It is the rainy season of thinking.

Bypass the rainy season,

A determined person,

Holding the cold sword of seeking.

Looking back at the sky,

Eternal,

Whistle,

Beard fluttering,

Standing in despair.

For a long time,

Just drifting away.

Chapter 2: Modern poetry of the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May, random thoughts on the Dragon Boat Festival, Akino lay man.

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.

On the banks of the Miluo River, the long shadow withered,

As early as when the words solidified.

Women and water are boiling, singing and sighing.

And you, fisherman's broken soul,

Wet, exposed to river water,

Put it on hold for a thousand years.

Only the stone, the only weight in your arms.

In the most stubborn posture,

Watch day and night, in the dream of Zigui.

Listen to Jiang Feng's call and Qian Fan will take part in the competition.

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.

The third chapter: the mood of the Dragon Boat Festival, the modern poem on the fifth day of May, is Kunpeng Wisteria.

Green zongzi leaves,

Sweet glutinous rice,

Immersed in thoughts.

Heavy,

One grain at a time,

Countless sweetness,

Wrapped in warm blessings.

Like a green boat,

Raise the green heart sail,

According to a soft lady.

Riding the warm wind in May,

In distant places,

From my heart full of exhortation,

Fuck your heart.

Chapter four: Niu Hongliang, a modern poem of Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

Li Sao laughed.

Jiang shuitao

Who knows what you've been thinking for a thousand years?

Arrogant,

Xia.

Time makes people grow old mercilessly.

The arrival of mugwort,

A healthy hug.

A quiet life is everything.

Zongzi Yao,

Trouble with the dragon boat.

Is the Dragon Boat Festival culture happy?