Dragon Boat Festival Short Poem 1 Dragon Boat Festival in Sacrifice to Ancestors
Yuanxiang's flowing water is fast and deep,
A wave of pains is worrying.
Qu Zi complained that it would never sink,
Full of blood dripped into the river.
Chu Ci stirred up a thousand waves,
"Li Sao" resounded through the peak.
Brown children pack their beliefs in May,
Dragon boat races encourage future generations.
Dragon Boat Festival short poem 2 "Dragon Boat Festival Listening"
Sitting on the Dragon Boat Festival
Let your heart calm down.
Listen to the great man Qu Zi recite poems.
The beauty of Chu ci
Kindness of Chu people and their ancestral home
Drifting all the way from the Gulo River.
Refreshing
There are too many poets now.
A haggard nerve
scarecrow
Stole the moonlight from the ground.
Who's laughing?
Sacrifice home
Fire and blood
Broken spiritual poetry
A pot of yellow rice wine
A handful of mugwort leaves
Torture our hearts
The thin figure by the gurgling river.
Exciting Chu Ci, sung in ancient and modern times.
Splash falling into the river
Still charming in the hot sun.
Cui Yanqian
Dragon boat festival short poem 3 greetings from bluebird
Living in the long river of memory.
Smoke waves in Dongting Lake
Never refused.
Lanzhou to be sent
Holding a moonlight and blue waves
And beautiful scenery.
Wormwood and reed leaves
Xiangzhi and Lan Ting
A song of JIU ge
A Song Li Sao.
Duanyang's zongzi
The package is
The personality of scholars two thousand years ago
Pick up the cup of time
Climb the stairs and overlook.
Bittersweet
Look at heaven and earth.
Dragon Boat Festival Short Poem 4 May Miluo River
This is not water flowing—
Tears.
It is the eternal soul of China.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is another year of zongzi fragrance.
It's not just food that people will miss-
It is also the shining name of Qu Yuan.
With that fadeless history.
Listen to the drums of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Dense and loud
Look, the dragon boat racer.
Shout forward
In this way for thousands of years
Comfort a loyal soul who sings with a sword.
From that wet story
Saving the immortal spirit of the nation
Dragon Boat Festival short poem 5 people today by the Miluo River.
They were all drunk by realgar wine.
They row dragon boats.
Muddy laughter rippled in the muddy waves.
Maybe you don't have to sigh anymore.
Sigh the hardships of my people
Your haggard face
Has been wrapped in layers between palm leaves.
Without beauty, there would be no local chronicles.
Facing you in Li Sao
I used fisherman's wine.
Fill yourself with a cup.
Until the nine songs will be played.
So I traveled a long way to summon your soul.
What if I go to Buffa to live with you and me?
Mrs. Xiang doesn't know, and Jun in the cloud doesn't know.
No matter how sad you are.
Or my low and graceful untitled music?
Can't let them leave the warm breeze.
Zuibazuiba
Today is the festival you bought with the aftertaste of Huai Sha.
I can't keep you.
Leave your footprints in Jiuyi Mountain.
Wandering for thousands of years