Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival

In our daily study, work or life, we will always come into contact with some well-known poems, which are concise, vivid and rhythmic. So have you really understood poetry? The following are my carefully arranged modern poems about Dragon Boat Festival for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Modern poems on the Dragon Boat Festival 1 Dragon Boat Festival flowers, red,

Pick a flower and give it to Jinlong.

Duanyang, Duanyang,

Zongzi Zongzi,

Take a zongzi and stuff it into the dragon cave.

Dragons wear flowers to eat zongzi,

Eat zongzi and go back to Longdong,

Please don't hurt Qu Yuan's father.

Millennium zongxiang

Filled with the smell of missing.

Still reluctant.

Endless pursuit lingers.

The road is long, and the scenery is infinite.

Love only blue grass.

Serve the country wholeheartedly and work hard all your life.

But I don't know how to be happy.

College and Millennium Strategy

Tell about perseverance and selflessness, and be proud of you.

Turn your story into a spring rain

Infiltrating peaches and plums, * * * was mourned by religion.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 2 This Day

I opened the doors and windows early.

The morning light filled my heart instantly.

Subsequently, Li Sao's blood

Expand in blood vessels

At the moment, mugwort leaves are on the doorstep.

Show a sweet expression

I picked up my thoughts.

And put it in the historical file.

Acorus calamus, a leaf sails.

Reach the river bank with a history of more than two thousand years.

I looked up into the distance.

The Chu wind on the Miluo River is slowly blowing towards me.

Elegy of national soul

I can't pull out the source of my pain.

I don't know how many heart windows Brother JIU has opened.

The Changfeng of "Nine Songs"

Who should I support?

This day

The smell of zongzi, eggs and wine on the dining table

Nothing can compare with mother's kind face.

Away from the other side of the mother

Put down the wormwood and the calamus fan.

It also left a corner of the Dragon Boat Festival.

On a meson mountain, sighing all these years.

Because of this Dragon Boat Festival

There are no bowls and chopsticks put by my mother.

There is no nagging sun and moon in the cup

This day

My father, who is not familiar with history, is also a little haggard

He ignored zongzi and male wine.

Even lost his temper at the shaking mugwort leaves in front of him.

But I know very well

He couldn't think of the Excalibur in Chao Ge.

I don't know whose sorrow Miluo River bears.

Let conscience cover up, can't sleep.

It is even more impossible to know the brother who jumped into the river.

Support a traditional festival with the soul of poetry.

I changed my angle and found that

It was the high fever of Duanyang that burned his heart.

This day

Tracing back to the source, it is doomed to be a sad day.

I am not a poet, otherwise, by the Miluo River.

There must be me standing in the river wind.

Meditate, stroll, or save the lonely shadow of a poem.

But I have an eye for poetry.

Will still be fixed on this day.

Go to physical therapy for the pain of Li Sao.

Will follow in the footsteps of "Nine Questions" and "Jiu Ge"

Deeply miss a dead man who brought the country back to life.

Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival: Three wisps of fragrant incense.

Books are endless, and I miss them from the bottom of my heart.

Hao Hao Miluo River Water

On the Dragon Boat Festival in May, I kept crying.

Acorus calamus leaves

Looking forward to national well-being

Dragon boat gongs and drums

Enhance the confidence of the dreamer

Immortal soul

Walk through the blood of the Chinese nation

solemn and stirring

Loyalty and sincerity

Live on this day forever

Modern poem 4 of Dragon Boat Festival meets Dragon Boat Festival again.

Think of Zongxiang in my mother's hand.

Think of my mother secretly tied it in.

With colorful ropes in his hand.

In our deep sleep

Folium Artemisiae Argyi stuffed into the ear

Think about my father cleaning the yard.

Walking in the morning dew

Picked absinthe

It is full of grief and indignation to think of it.

Qu Dafu, who cast ginger.

think it over

Xu Shen, a name in the history of Qing Dynasty.

These thousands of ideas

this is because

Every holiday-whenever there is a holiday.

Feel the melancholy of missing

It's another year of Dragon Boat Festival.

The same drift

The same nostalgia

I walk in the evening breeze.

Find a ray of quiet light

Modern poetry of Dragon Boat Festival. Miss qu yuan

May thinks the poet is coming.

May comes with the smell of zongzi.

May came in a dragon boat.

The fifth day of May, an ordinary day.

It is resounding because of Qu Yuan's name.

Nine ancient poems.

I threw myself into the Miluo River with indignation.

The dragon boat in Chu is shouting.

"Big fish, prawns go away!

Don't try to eat the poet's body. "

I spilled a glass of yellow wine into the river.

Let your mind turn over Li Sao.

Two. Zongzi is as sweet as 2 1 century.

On the morning of the fifth day of May.

I took a page of mugwort.

Walk into Qu Yuan's hometown.

The wind of the Yangtze River is floating gently.

It smells like palm leaves, glutinous rice and jujube.

At the moment, I think of my hometown's candied jiaozi.

Sweet as 2 1 century.

Three. Dew's mind

On the morning of Dragon Boat Festival

Dewdrops dance at the tip of mugwort.

The mind controls the body.

Miss someone, but not Qu Yuan.

Green diaojiao building.

It took off a piece of mugwort.

Wrap the tears of missing into crystal jiaozi.

Everyone is shining.

I just can't send it.

I can only stay at home and secretly write love letters.

I hope the east wind will take it away.

Dragon Boat Festival Modern Poetry 6 "Dragon Boat Festival in May"

A pot of realgar wine,

A bowl of strong tea.

With the scent of grass buds,

Handle mutton.

In the fragrant smell of wood and flowers,

Get drunk slowly,

This is the Dragon Boat Festival for the grassland people.

Grassland in May,

It's a girl's round chest.

Mountain flowers are in full bloom,

Love songs fly.

An impending riot,

Attracted by an emotional lark.

A prelude to seasonal lovesickness,

Be gently pulled open ...

Male yak,

The sword penetrated the darkness of the distant mountain.

A suckling lamb,

Sleep comfortably in the mountains.

Cuckoo has fermented sorrow for thousands of years,

Driving the crops that are growing wildly.

Just a little raindrop,

Wounded the peasant woman's solid guardian.

Unconsciously,

That's a boiling mind.

In may,

Every river stone,

They are all covered with green moss.

A river paved with jade and pearls,

Dancing,

Beautiful pot dancing in the mountain stream.

In may,

There is an advantage.

Transmission between bones.

There is a temptation,

Pulling the desire to climb high.

I wish I could climb the ice peak there,

In order to eat zongzi all over Jiangnan,

That long sweet fragrance.

Modern Poetry 7 of Dragon Boat Festival When it was quiet, I heard the wind.

Listen to his encounter with Fujiang,

Water waves rise,

Qu Fuzi's integrity is swaying and swaying.

The dragon is leisurely and circuitous underwater,

A fisherman's boat,

Whisper to it.

When I was quiet, I saw incense.

Look at her dancing on the white skirt of gardenia.

Diffuse diffusion,

Rub my skirt gently.

Molly is very happy,

Swaying, sprinkling a little fragrance,

I bent down,

Hold out a handsome face.

When I am quiet, I feel you.

You go with the wind,

You are in the fragrance of flowers,

You smile, and the waves on the river reflect the lines of love.

You whisper, and the whole city is immersed in love words.

The air melts like ice cream,

I opened my mouth and sipped,

I accidentally melted you in my heart.

Dragon Boat Festival modern poem 8 "Dragon Boat Festival Old Things"

On the morning of Dragon Boat Festival last year,

I carefully selected six Chinese characters.

Queue up in text messages,

Send to,

The person who lives in my mobile phone.

Until that night,

I don't see any Chinese characters coming back.

It suddenly occurred to me today,

Just like the zongzi I ate that day,

Until now,

It hasn't been excreted.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 9 Two Zongzi and a Salted Egg

In a trite style

Unit canteen

Arrange this ancient festival

It's dripping and the rain is silent.

Maybe thousands of years later.

Really have nothing to say, even if

At the beginning of the Miluo River, the sound was like a tide.

Once vast. river

Seems to dry all the tears.

On the day when the original meaning was forgotten

Dragon boat stretching for thousands of years.

Trapped in black mud

(of water lilies) rising pure from the mud.

Turned into a legendary myth

A pure soul who can't tolerate worldly affairs.

If you want to be spotless, go to the paradise of your dreams.

I can't find a clean road anymore.

Heaven, darkness.

Inflow into a river, pollute a river

Numerous text messages flew in.

Remind us to remember this day.

In order to tell

I still remember that you are alive.

although

Cold rain

Underground, as always.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 10 One day more than two thousand years ago.

An ordinary day.

Great poet.

Played a scene with life.

Feel the tragedy of heaven and earth crying ghosts and gods

One day more than two thousand years ago.

Miluo River accepted an unyielding soul.

Little known Xiaojiang

Since then, it has become famous all over the world.

On this day, a bloody man

With all his blood

Dyed the whole time and space of China red.

Interpretation of sublimity and greatness.

More than two thousand years have passed.

As always, descendants of the Chinese people

Provide zongzi in a simple way

Express your thoughts and love for great men.

The delicious dumpling skin is green.

Crystal clear as jade.

Flaming sincerity

More than two thousand years have passed.

On this day, people always have to race dragon boats.

This extremely challenging sport

Vote this day again.

A strange Oracle.

Great men use their precious lives.

Plant a seedling

Chinese children have raised her from generation to generation.

More than two thousand years later

This tree has a huge root system.

Stand upright, showing three Wan Li branches.

Someday in 2008.

The trajectory of the Olympic flame

Into a giant fire dragon

Flying in five continents and four seas

When he flew to the hometown of the great man.

I seem to see it

He jumped into the Miluo River.

The Miluo River is boiling.

Stir up a column of water

Suddenly, the dragon soared into the sky.

Turn and fly to the snowy plateau.

Mount Qomolangma

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 1 1 "Dragon Boat Festival this year"

Tomorrow is Dragon Boat Festival,

Chew a zongzi today.

This matter is being discussed on TV,

Plasticizer storm.

When Yueyang Tower was still there,

Dongting Lake has been filled with smoke.

This year's Dragon Boat Festival,

It just came.

When my pocket began to dry,

No matter how to adjust, real estate prices are still like tumblers.

Here we go. The sun is shining.

Coming, the dream is like fire.

Let's go, the green of Dragon Boat Festival.

The color of copper sulfate.

A trace of bitterness,

After cooking the green zongzi.

Throwing the river into the sea, the stomach sticks to the ground.

After seeing that emerald is a rendering of copper sulfate.

The earth opened its mouth for thirst,

There is no dripping style.

The sky twisted the dry bra,

Unable to repay the tears of the earth.

Later, the dream flood season burst its banks.

The TV news said: most of the rain falls in the arid areas in the south.

After months of gaping,

Ecstatic enough to bite off several roads and bridges.

Dongting Lake began to ripple again,

Yueyang Tower is ringing again.

I chewed green zongzi,

I had another dream about Dragon Boat Festival and tomorrow.

Thinking about the smell of wax,

If you want to pretend that I am like wax, the warmth in my heart should last for several months.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 12 May 5th End

May burns on pomegranate branches

Roasted realgar wine

My hometown smells of wheat.

Twinkling thoughts are twisted into colored lines.

Pull out a crescent moon and hang it on the horizon.

New moon, how many past events have you drawn?

The long Xiangjiang River sings day and night.

Singing the same Song Li Sao.

Lead countless dragon boat races.

Qu Zi's Loyal Soul

In every place.

The fragrant land of wormwood zongzi

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 13 Last year's Dragon Boat Festival was unforgettable.

A group of cultural and artistic lovers

Came to Minhang Farm in Shanghai.

Have a special festival.

Master Wang Zhuang personally cooks for this purpose.

Prepare ten pots full of delicious food.

Zongzi and eggs are naturally indispensable.

May 5th is a tragic day.

On this day, Wu Zixu voted for Qiantang River.

Cao E saved his father and jumped into the Cao E River.

Qu Yuan did not surrender to the Miluo River.

Dragon Boat Festival

Endless tears for more than two thousand years

It has merged into a trickle.

Three events contain integrity.

That is the noble character of the nation.

Support the solid backbone of the country.

Later, this day became a festival.

Dragon Boat Festival

Live in today's song and dance

What should we sacrifice for you?

Everyone visited the farm hut.

Shoot colorful flowers and plants

Complete the sacrificial ceremony by the river pond

Scholars began to write poems and chant.

Painters dedicate their skills with pen and ink.

Express your inner feelings to the fullest.

The same theme, * * * I wish you well.

Modern Poetry of Dragon Boat Festival 14 thousand years ago, the man who fell into the river with a boulder.

A cavity of resentment, resentment, and resentment that there is no way to serve the country.

As the Guluo River twists and turns into the lake, it returns to the sea.

Are there still people on both sides of the strait guarding the fruit trees for it now?

Several people are singing Song Li Sao, which was written with painstaking efforts.

Fortunately, there are dragon boats rowing intermittently.

The neat trumpets of the strong men were mixed with the sound of gongs and drums.

It can also make people feel that the tracing game is still so lively.

Therefore, the content of Zongzi is composed of pure glutinous rice and Redmi egg yolk.

Let people who enjoy it get tired of eating their mouths but forget to feed the fish and turtles.

Well, after enjoying those days' holiday and tasting the fragrance of Zongye.

I can still have a grateful heart, and remember that I can't wish a happy holiday on this day.

We can remember the bitterness and pain in the history of turning over, but seldom think of any enlightenment for us.

Still singing and dancing, there are still backyard flowers across the river

The shadow of the devil at home kept shaking, and several people were worried about the resurgence of smoke.

Groups of people who are eating imperial food but not doing their jobs.

All I think about all day is how to get more benefits by lying on the national salary.

Rich people who get rich first by policy.

Thinking about how to have money to emigrate overseas.

Qu Yuan, no matter what you do, the State of Chu will finally perish.

It suddenly occurred to me that we have lost something over the years.

From then on, respect for the remaining sages is not just personality.

The culture we inherited is riddled with holes.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, the dragon boat still enjoys all the tranquility.

But not many people will sigh for the lost soul.

The modern poem of Dragon Boat Festival 15 is another Dragon Boat Festival.

Memory stays in the afternoon after the rain.

That touch of green

A faint fragrance flowing through the flower path

A skirt embroidered with your red yarn.

Looking at the blue walls and tiles in the distance

The lingering comfort of palm leaves

At your tender fingertips

Open it slowly

Too many dreams

Lock that frown that can't be opened.

Too many feelings.

Sink deep into the bottom of the river

It's another Dragon Boat Festival.

Lips smell of wax.

But I hear your call whispering in my ear

Why not look back?

Negative retreat