Modern poems describing the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May

A modern poem describing the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

The leaves of zongzi are very fragrant.<

Modern poems describing the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May

A modern poem describing the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

The leaves of zongzi are very fragrant.

Glutinous rice is light and fragrant.

Sweet jujube

Zongcha Qin Xiang

Aromatic moxa stick

sachet

Every dragon boat festival

We all like the fragrance you gave us!

My own mother.

Today is Dragon Boat Festival.

I learn from you.

Sweet zongzi

But I can't swallow a bite.

Don't even dare to drink a mouthful of tea.

What a tearful daughter!

My own mother.

My daughter remembers the Dragon Boat Festival when she was six years old.

You were beaten and badly hurt.

Lying in bed, crying silently.

A daughter who is not sensible

Look at people's zongzi

Lying on top of you

Crying for zongzi

You have a handful of glutinous rice and a handful of tears.

Jiaozi who wrapped us with incense!

My own mother.

My daughter remembers many Dragon Boat Festival.

You transplant rice back.

My leg is so swollen that it is difficult to sit down.

But still in our sleeping night.

Jiaozi who wrapped us with incense!

My own mother.

Daughter still remembers

I learned something after the Dragon Boat Festival.

I make fun of you.

I wonder if Qu Yuan is unknown.

Unexpectedly, every Dragon Boat Festival after that

You all look dignified and wrapped in zongzi.

When we can't eat zongzi anymore

Laugh and play!

My own mother.

My daughter remembers every Dragon Boat Festival you spent with me.

The second part is a modern poem describing the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

In front of the door, wormwood is inserted on both sides.

Zongzi is fragrant all over the street,

The drums of the dragon boat race are ringing,

Today is another Duanyang.

The smell of mugwort leaves,

Knock on the doors and windows of thousands of families.

Sweep the dust from people's hearts,

Showed a network of chasing love.

Zongzi's bulging chest,

Like a heavy grief for Man Cang.

People can't smell the smell of glutinous rice,

But soul of china's publicity.

Watch the dragon boat race on the river,

Fuck, everybody's crazy.

Competing for speed,

To grab a stick of incense.

A river flowing eastward,

Save a song that will always be sad.

Thousands of years of wind and rain can't wash away,

Patriotism and integrity.

Where is Dr. San Lv now,

Who tortured Chu Huaiwang?

Qu Zi proudly cast a "soul of ceremony",

The soul is boiling in the Miluo River.

You don't have to read the footnotes of Tian Wen.

The feeling of looking back on the past has long been "involved in the river."

The third modern poem describes the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

Today is Dragon Boat Festival.

Acorus calamus and wormwood are fragrant on the portal.

Poet of Emei Mountain Band

Wearing a long sword, crossing the Naihe Bridge after a thousand years.

Go door to door to collect and bow down.

Zongzi is fragrant and realgar wine is fragrant.

The drunken poet remembered his bad luck.

Unexpectedly, Shi Huai jumped off a building that year.

I jumped out of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Jump out of a festival that everyone worships.

Where is Chu Huaiwang, where is the king and where is Zheng Xiu?

And I am a wandering and depressed poet.

But with the dragon boat, there is a sachet.

With the years, with the sun, the moon and the stars.

Mourn for the people who have suffered so much.

Those who plead for the people, those who ask for it.

People miss him. He's dead.

And put it in my heart to mourn forever.