English handwritten newspaper content of Dragon Boat Festival: English poem Huanxisha of Dragon Boat Festival

Every festival, poets should praise it. There are many poems about the Dragon Boat Festival, all of which vaguely reveal the poet's yearning for the festival. Let's take a look at Su Shi's "Profound Stream Sand" first, and see how this Song Dynasty poet expressed his holiday mood.

Every holiday, poets should praise it. There are many poems about the Dragon Boat Festival, all of which are faintly entrusted with the poet's yearning for the festival. Let's first look at Su Shi's Deep Stream Sediment and how the poets in the Song Dynasty expressed their holiday mood.

Huanxi sasong sushi

Huanxisha Susong Stone

The faint sweat slightly penetrated the million. Bathing vanilla at Dragon Boat Festival in Ming Dynasty. Qingchuan is full of fragrance.

Blue clouds are slightly sweating. Bathe Lanfang in Dragon Boat Festival. Qing Chuan rose full of spice.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the fine print hangs Lv Yun obliquely. Beautiful women meet for a thousand years.

Qi Tianle Song Yang is above reproach.

Yang Wujiu's Monkey Music Song

Shut up, Huang Meiyu. Extraordinary side and every five. Corn covered with gold, grass covered with jade, the scenery is still beautiful. Shirt Ai Hu. There are many hairpin Zhu Fu, and the arms are wrapped in red wisps. Float powder and fragrant cotton, call the wind silk to fan the small window at noon.

Sparse number of Huangmei. The Shu party went to the fifth place. Tangyuan is golden, the grass slope is rainy, and the scenery is still beautiful. Cut open the shirt. More women and Zhu Fu together, arms wrapped in red thunder. Powder fragrant cotton, called wind ling window.

Shen has gone far away, so he advises you to stop drinking and get nostalgic. It's better to whisper warblers and knock on the elephant board slowly than to read the chapters of Li Sao. The darkness of lotus fragrance. Gradually introduced to Tao Tao, intoxicated in the depths. Listen to the river head and draw a boat drum.

Shenxiang people go far away, I have wine and a sense of nostalgia. Gently tap the throat of the crown warbler, like a board, and read the chapters of Li Sao. Sweet darkness. Gradually enter the depths of happiness. Lying to the river head, Bixuan folds the drum.