Pupils' Dragon Boat Festival poetry recital

On the Dragon Boat Festival, Qu Yuan was hungry, and the poet said that a fish drifting eastward in a spring river died unsatisfied. In the hot sun, who will see Qu Yuan panting and stepping lightly on the river? Who cares about zongzi falling into the black river like a pigeon without wings and saying goodbye to the blue sky? Ordinary people are obviously hungry. Who said the river was dead? For zongzi more than 2000 years ago, Qu Yuan must be tired of wild bamboo leaves and reeds ... They fly, they fly, just like thoughts. The sky is bright and the gray water is resurrected! The crowd is surging and the drums are deafening! Dragon boat welcomes the light, and the dragon soul is fleeting. What is culture? What is human nature? Stay away from excitement. Qu Yuan was hungry in thinking and missed Chu Huaiwang in hunger. His white beard is floating, and his poems can't be finished. Feathers, ink, bamboo rolls? Golden light spread all over the body, trembling eyes pointed to Chu in the distance, and cold tears ran down my cheeks. Who will see all this? "So, where should I stand?" What flew out was Qu Yuan's vernacular. Just watch Li Sao directly. Brown leaves with fishy smell have been tightly preserved for two thousand years. Acacia Longchuan, who followed Qu Zi's quest with the current, traveled as far away as Qin and Han Dynasties in Wan Lifeng. The rain in the Tang and Song Dynasties tells a tough and unyielding story, and the wind of serving the country is meticulous. Poetry went out. Shan Gui danced, and the nine songs of Xiang Jun in Li Sao were moving and sad. The banquet of the Millennium national mourning was destroyed by the rising dance, and Jin Ge's iron horse vanished, and he died in Woye with all his loyalty.