Qu Yuan's Ancient Poems about Qu Yuan's Dragon Boat Festival In our daily study, work or life, everyone has collected impressive ancient poems. According to their contents, ancient poems can be divided into narrative poems, lyric poems, farewell poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, nostalgic poems (poems about history) and chanting poems. So do you really understand ancient poetry?
In the afternoon, I watched the boating race in the upper reaches of Longshui, and I didn't know it was a Mulan boat. Yun Qi hunted Han Qing, thunder and drums were loud, and Yin Biliu. Qu Zi's ghost died in ancient times, and the legacy of Chu Township has survived to this day. In his spare time, Jiang Ting talked loudly, got drunk and was cynical. Du Fu's palace clothes are also famous for giving clothes at noon, and the Dragon Boat Festival is proud of it. The fragrant silk is spun into fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind blows as white as new snow. From heaven, rain and dew, just in the heat, wearing it is very cool.
The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life. In the afternoon, Tang Xianzu was banned from the tournament, writing calamus and bamboo cups alone, and Pengcheng Cao Fang retreated for the first time. I know Qu Yuan doesn't like Oujiang River, so why should the people pay tribute to Qu Yuan on such a luxurious Dragon Boat Festival? Duanyang picked (Xu in the Song Dynasty) jade dumplings to attack thousands of fragrant competitions, and wormwood yellow wine can exorcise evil spirits. Father and son riding sachets, and a pretty daughter-in-law meet the scenery.
Yi Mao's five poems (Song Dynasty) cover five mountain villages, and pomegranate flowers suddenly increased. The poet ate two dumplings, and the executive was on the mugwort. I'm still busy taking medicine and prescriptions, trying to get sick safely this year. After this, it was time for the sun to set, and the family was ready to eat and drink. He drank the wine happily. Chu people's sorrow for Qu Yuan has never stopped for thousands of years. Where is the spirit floating? My father and the old man are suffocating. Throwing rice to quench one's hunger and thirst, on the Cangjiang River so far, it has become a competition, lamenting Chushan's split.