Contemporary Dragon Boat Festival poems
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Feng Er Stroke Horse Donkey Guyi Monk Zhou Jianqiao Huyan San Shao passed away Chuanxi Yinzi The calligrapher Poetry Ye Dahurica Hege Qin Shaoyuan Xuanwei Three people Chu Jiangtang Nanfeng (Luo Yi ) Momo osmanthus Huang Shaoshan Jiusi Zi Peng Zhongwen Zhou Nan Coastline Guo Qingcheng The moon is bright and the stars are sparse Wolf in the grassland Liu Zuo Baodu Mountain Man The Swordsman Qingxiang in White Hu Ping Listening to the Wind and Listening to the Rain Yu Fu Xing - Meg Suihan Gongzi Yu Yuchan
Dragon Boat Festival poems
Dragon Boat Festival occasional titles
Feng Erzhong
Li Sao Fu left and went to Canglang, leaving behind the fragrance of millet in the world.
Let’s take a look at what is going on today. At that time, King Huai of Chu was wrongly blamed.
Dragon Boat Festival poems sent to Mr. Yu
Wind, horse, donkey
The meaning of the fragrant rice dumpling and dragon boat is gone. Who will follow when the world wakes up after being drunk?
The stars are all over the sky and the flowers are like snow. I invite you to enjoy them one day but you will never come back.
Question: Dragon Boat Festival
Guyi Monk
The village is connected to Qingshan with a long road, driving chickens to cook rice dumplings in the courtyard where the wind is cool.
There is moxa outside the luxuriant fence, and the fragrance of moxa still hangs on the door.
Duanyang
Zhou Jianqiao
The lonely green beside the Lanzhi River, the durian flowers are burning like fire.
I wrap rice dumplings and steam them to express my thoughts. Who can express my gratitude to the dragon boat?
Miluo River Diaoqu
The Three Young Masters of Huyan
So far, the feelings cannot be described, and the world is still chaotic and difficult to understand.
The title of sorrow is unique to Miluo water, and it will not change the whimpering sound for thousands of years.
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In May, the green leaves cross Nojin, and the plum rain is fragrant.
King Xiang, a thousand years later, tens of thousands of households hung cattails to offer sacrifices to the ministers of Chu.
Nostalgic for the past during the Dragon Boat Festival
Passing the river
The country's difficult journey is in vain, Huaisha is full of water.
At that time, everyone who cried was dead, but he lost weight and served the king of Chu.
The scene of the Dragon Boat Festival
The dead river
The river has soul, the state-owned wine cup, the lotus in the wind is close to the Dragon Boat Festival.
The moon hangs in the sky like a jade, and the stars are like articles.
Dragon Boat Festival
xiyinzi
Miluo River floods every year, and Quzi Gaofeng has been lost for a long time.
has written thousands of new poems in front of the screen, but I don’t know how many of them are close to sexy?
Dragon Boat Festival
The book's poems are also
Xiaozhu listened to the wind and took advantage of the moonlight, peeling off the jade rice dumplings and thinking again.
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Angelica dahurica
Since ancient times, the traces of throwing rice dumplings and sailing boats have been hard to find.
The sound of the waves in Xiangshui comes very loudly at night, and it is suspected that Lingjun is chanting it again.
Dragon Boat Festival to Qu Zi
He Ge
In those days, when people threw water, they thought less, which aroused the poet's sensitive heart.
Even though I am two thousand three hundred years old, I shed tears every day.
Dragon Boat Festival poems
Dragon Boat Festival Huaiquzi
Qin Shaoyao
The Chu capital fell and the country was about to perish, and the guests were banished and reported to the temple.
Now and in the past, it has been said that red gallbladder is praised, but the crown tassel is not seen in the waves.
Ask the sky who can solve the dragon boat troubles, and the sorrow is turned into the fragrance of rice dumplings.
How easy is it to chant the soul of a thousand years? I'm afraid the road to search is still long.
Recalling the Dragon Boat Festival as a boy rowing dragon boats
Xuanwei Sanren
The grass on the shore reflects the mountains, and the gongs and drums sound and gurgling.
The noon sun is pouring down, and I am sweating like water. I wave my oars together to win and never return them.
Zongzi knows that Pujie hates it, but Yangmei still remembers her stubbornness when she was young.
I often think about the high and hidden path, and even think about the hardships in prosperity.
Mourning Chu
Chu Jiangtang
Good and evil have been immeasurable since ancient times. To meet each other with axes and axes is the ruin of the country.
Who can comment on the Holy Dynasty in the chaos of history? The people mourned the scoundrels and offered sacrifices to Duanyang.
Fishes and dragons bow their heads and chant their souls, while eagles and dogs show their true appearance.
What's going on? It's raining heavily, and the people are weeping and confused.
Dragon Boat Festival condolence
South Wind (Luoyi)
Duanyang Festival is full of emotion, and I chant in memory of the ancestor of poetry.
The sword hangs on Pu to frighten the evil spirits, and the pomegranate lamp redens the hearts of the soldiers.
I have known that there is a Lanpei in Huxiang, and I want to pay my thoughts to the Yaoqin.
However, God’s will is unpredictable, and a poem about Li Sao is still here today.
Feelings about Duanyang
Momo
Interpretation of singing about the prosperity of southern smoke and trees, saying goodbye to love at noon during the festival.
The waves of Miluo have been surging for thousands of years, and the bells and drums are ringing for a poem.
My ears have never been interrupted, and the clouds have not been clear for a long time.
Several people really cherish the old rivers and mountains, looking north to Chang'an with tears in their eyes.
Dragon Boat Festival sent Qu Yuan
Osmanthus
There have been many days of throwing stones and embracing sand, and the water dragon has no intention of stopping the war.
Do you know each other in Beique? A turtle has been in despair on the muddy road.
The test is different from the soul-calling, and the frequent inquiries are unbearable.
The sky sheds tears and Kawahara mourns. There is nothing the world can do.
Miluo Moon
Huang Shaoshan (Huang Zhong)
A round moon rises above the capital city of Ying, shining coldly on the face of the solitary guest in Miluo.
The shadows float and sink, the wind destroys the jade, and the sound of pain floats like waves.
The luxuriant vanilla has a long way to go, but the indifferent beauty has not yet returned the favor.
Bidding farewell to the fisherman and carrying stones, the soul of the country is at home in the water and sky.
Gengzi paid tribute to Qu Yuan
Jiusi Zi
Jindu dragon boat drum shakes the sky, Chu people calligraphy swords shine with majestic seals.
When the sand sinks, the body is weak, and only when the stone is revealed can one realize that the passing water is strong.
Today and yesterday, I hang my head to inquire about the world, and my turmoil and clearness calm my courage to test the officialdom.
also introduced Pu Ai as a new medicine, an old prescription that has risen and fallen through the ages.
Gengzi’s thoughts before the Dragon Boat Festival
Peng Zhongwen
Being in the world has become a habit, running around for thirty days and carrying a long sky.
I am dissatisfied with the affairs of the country, but wish to express happiness to my relatives.
I learned to make friends with my innocent peers, but I learned from the gods when I was lonely.
It’s the festive season again. With a glass of wine, you can reminisce about the old year with the book window.
Miluo Chunhuai Quzi
Zhou Nan
The sound of spring is clear through the maple forest, and the sound of Miluo rolling water is clear.
The wandering mind occupies the place of summoning souls, looking forward to the future to serve the country.
The wind blows in the Xili River, and tears fall down the long lapel.
There is still sadness in remembering the loyal bones, and its meaning can only be chanted for a long time.
New Era Dragon Boat Festival
Coastline
Scattered wild chants, don’t laugh and fool, you will wake up to the cripples alone.
It is difficult to know the rise and fall of the world. How can we know the sound of drums and rivers.
The official of the Lu State was haggard, but the emperor of the Han Dynasty was generous.
Thousands of years of worry and anger are still there today, and who can praise Chu Ci?
Dragon Boat Festival poems
Reading the Songs of Chu at night
Feng Er Middle School
When noon arrives in the world, I open the book and meditate.
In the troubled times, the lonely fragrance festival, the eternal heart of Li Sao.
My thoughts are far away from the Xiang River, and my love for Chu Yun is deep.
Listening to the wind and rain for a long night, all kinds of feelings invaded me.
The Dragon Boat Festival mourns Qu Zi
Guo Qingcheng
The Dragon Boat Festival is not a holiday, and future generations mourn for Qu Yuan.
Flying radiators drive away wandering ghosts, and rice dumplings are thrown to redress the injustice.
It is difficult to save life on the right path, but it is easy to find favor on the evil path.
Thousands of streams are clear and turbid, what can be said about Milshui!
Thoughts on the Dragon Boat Festival
Guo Qingcheng
Why is it so urgent that the summer rain is coming? The rivers are filled with anger.
The water turns over thousands of waves, and the wind rolls over the clouds.
There is a drum competition every year, and the setting sun sets.
The sinking river is far away from Miluo, written by a lonely doctor.
Dragon Boat Festival
The writer’s poem is also
When will the crescent moon arrive? The sound of frogs will come over the wall.
The banana leaf in front of the hall is small, and the thread in the hand is long.
I mourn Ying's birth and ask questions, and Li Sao offers sacrifices to the country.
Where to send the article? The smoke and water are in confusion.
Huai Qu Yuan
Yue Langxingxi
Qu Zihuai had good governance and many poems and poems from Chu.
Li Sao is worried about the national road, and Ying is sad and pained by the king's illness.
A wise man has a wise plan, and a great song will be born.
The sun and the moon shine brightly, and the independence is lofty.
Dragon Boat Festival Notes
Wolf in the Grassland
The fragrant rice dumplings are ripe, and the mountains are green and the year is coming.
Every time I have to go to the dragon world, I want to win against Chu Yuntian.
The new crown of Pu AI in Jiangcheng is recovering, and the flags, sand embankments and drums are noisy.
Looking back occasionally, the gulls are like snow, can passers-by recall the wise man in white clothes?
Gengzi Dragon Boat Festival pays tribute to Qu Yuan
Liu Zuo
Dragon boat race and Dragon Boat Festival, the wind blows the rice dumplings fragrantly.
Qu Zi chanted the sad state of the world, and everyone drank and cursed the foolish king.
Li Sao's sentences clarify the current situation, and each family of mugwort protects against poisonous disasters.
The whole country is calling for the soul to embrace the righteousness, and the miserable rain in Dongting is flying together.
Dragon Boat Festival chants
Mountain man holding a baby
A cockscomb is redder than a daughter. The old Chinese style of rice dumplings still remains.
Promise that Canglang is full of waves, and Huang Jian sings of Chen Cong.
Yan Lu still has a thousand dreams, and Yarrow can occupy all the way.
I heard that the heat will be intense in Hubei and the suburbs of Qi are raging with fire.
The Dragon Boat Festival sacrifices to Quzi
The swordsman
The fragrance of the corner millet is dim, and the sacrifice to Shen Yuan is carried out in the sound of Zigui.
Li Sao has turned into the tears of the people, but the smoke of the motherland still remains in sorrow.
I am solitary by the lakeside and worried about Chuque, with red blood in my chest recommending Yao Tian.
The chanting soul is gone with a wisp of sand, and the nine-wind pure wind is passing by the river.
Dragon Boat Festival Poems
Walking on the Shasha·Dragon Boat Festival
White-clad Qingxiang
Boats race against the clouds, flowers sink into the river, the world of mortals always goes astray, and you can see clearly with wisdom, and the drunkenness cannot hide the loneliness.
I am tired of chanting about Li Sao, and I am worried that I have no good words. I put down my pen and remain silent until the end. The low sound of the strings is like searching for a close friend, just like the long whistle to urge the golden drum.
Crane soaring to the sky • Chongwu
Hu Ping
The pomegranate flower is vomiting. I heard the voice of an oriole outside the willow. Cattails embrace the glow of the sky, carrying gulls and herons. The corner millet is wrapped in green and brown, and the fragrance penetrates the sunset and the flute and drum. The fragrance stays in Bizhu. Today's dragon boat ride, shadows racing to catch up with the flag dance.
A thousand-year story, asking the fisherman. It can be remembered that the Miluo River is the place where the soul flies. Jiuwan Lisao is proud and has a sandy bottom, who can complain? High standards will last forever. Cup after cup of moxa wine, all the sadness in the world is gone.
The Sapphire Case • Qu Yuan
Listening to the Wind and Listening to the Rain
The name of the poem will last for thousands of years. Inexhaustible explanation, taste in poetry. A handful of tears for the lonely minister, his family, and his country. Beauty vanilla, Du Heng Fang Zhi, all paid for the river water.
Loyalty is always in the poems. A little wash of the unhappiness during my lifetime. When the Dragon Boat Festival comes every year, dragon boats and new rice dumplings, calamus and mugwort will be used to sacrifice loyal souls.
Qing Ping Le • Qu Zi
Yu Fu Xing - Meg
A question from heaven. The world is full of vicissitudes. Mi Water carries old hatred silently. Thousands of years of human compassion.
Don’t lament that it’s hard to distinguish between drunk and awake, and it’s hard to shake the world between right and wrong. Just look at the blood and tears of the lonely minister, leaving traces in history.
Linjiang Fairy·Dragon Boat Festival Feelings
Qin Shaoyao
The gentle breeze in May is like a jade belt, holding thousands of acres of lush greenery. The orchids on the shore of Tinglan are full of fragrance, orioles sing in distant trees, and colorful butterflies dance in the wind.
Traveling to the place where Qu Ping sank, we searched for the ruins. After Chu Ci chanted, he lost his composure, his eyes were filled with smoke and water, and his tears were shed in the sunset.
Linjiang Fairy Gengzi Dragon Boat Festival
-year-old Han Gongzi Yu
The calamus hanging on the door is small, and the pomegranate flower only shines in the shadow. The mountains and rivers are far away. In the old days, drinking was the most boring thing when people were gone.
asked where the dragon boat was, and the sound of drums evoked the river tide. We are willing to recruit each other every May. Thousands of years are like a dream, who can read Li Sao again?
Linjiang Fairy·Dragon Boat Festival
-year-old Han Gongzi Yu
I occasionally come to the river to look for dreams, and when I am free, I come to the case to read books. Pick up the flower energy and pick up the calamus. Ask people to wrap horns in rice dumplings, and there will be fragrant talismans to remove filth.
Last year, time passed by and things became sparse. So what if you listen to the wind and the rain. After years of growing old, one becomes confused over time.
Born in Chazi, he sent a letter to the Dragon Boat Festival and cherished his old friend
Jade Toad
Colorful cocoons, greasy fragrant clouds, and the color of pomegranates killed by jealousy. The light rain is tired and Li Sao is in a strange land.
It doesn't matter if you are not drunk. Being drunk will also make you sad. Returning to Xiaoxiang, there is a thousand-year spirit in it.
Banquet in Qingdu, Dragon Boat Festival and longevity seven
Jade toad
longevity wine and cinnabar are poured in. It is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the lotus rain is new at dawn. There are piles of millet in the corners, crimson strands wrapped around the arms, and the country is picturesque. Huaisha has been filled with hatred for thousands of years. Who can remember the name Jingchu? Just old home, picking calamus, enjoying the scenery of the north and south.
I know that the moon is planted in the distance and the clouds are hoeed. I sit alone in the desolate smoke and the durian flowers share the table. The sparrows peeking through the curtain, the hairpins and children, look like they are too many. Every scene is sparse and careless, and the laughing boss and Wu Shuang have not picked it up. Don't leave now, for fear of provoking the dragon and breaking up the canopy in a hurry.
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