Dragon Boat Festival poems include:

1. "Xiaochhong Mountain·Dragon Boat Festival" by Shu Di of the Yuan Dynasty

Biai cattails are busy everywhere. Whose family's sons and daughters celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival? Thinly wrapped five-color arm silk. Empty melancholy, who will pay tribute to Yuan Xiang again?

Don’t judge the past. Thousands of years of loyalty and loyalty, the sun shines brightly. I feel sad after reading "Li Sao". No one understands it, and the trees turn to shade at noon.

Translation: Everyone is busy picking mugwort and cattails. Whose young men and women are preparing to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival? Five-color ribbons wrapped around their arms sang and danced. I feel melancholy in my heart. Who else will commemorate Qu Yuan during the Dragon Boat Festival? Don't judge or judge the past. Qu Yuan's loyalty and integrity can be compared with the sun and the moon. I always feel sad after reading "Li Sao". No one understands my mood, I can only enjoy the coolness under the shade of the trees.

2. "Yimao Chongwu Poems" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Chongwu Mountain Village is good, but the durian flowers have suddenly become numerous. The rice dumpling bun is divided into two buns, and the moxa is tied with a dangerous crown.

Old common prescriptions store medicine, and people who are sick also take elixirs. As the sun sets, I finish my work and smile at the cup and plate.

Translation: The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and fiery red pomegranate flowers are blooming all over the mountain village. The poet ate a rice dumpling with two horns, with mugwort stuck in his high crown. I am also busy storing medicines and preparing prescriptions, so that I can be safe and disease-free this year. After finishing all this work, it was already the time when the sun was setting. His family had already prepared the wine and food, so he happily started drinking.

3. "The Dragon Boat Festival" written by Beiqiong of the Yuan Dynasty

The stormy Dragon Boat Festival brings darkness, and Miluo has nowhere to hang the heroes.

The flowers and hair of the sea and pomegranates smile at each other, and even without wine they are still awake alone.

Translation: The Dragon Boat Festival suddenly encountered wind and rain. The weather was gloomy and gloomy, and no one on the Miluo River paid homage to the deceased Qu Yuan. The pomegranate flowers in full bloom seemed to be laughing at me. Even if Tao Yuanming didn't drink, he still admired Qu Yuan's extraordinary sobriety.

4. "Forbidden Racing in Chuzhou at Noon" written by Tang Xianzu of the Ming Dynasty

It is a unique description of a calamus and bamboo leaf cup, the first time I step on the grass in Pengcheng.

If you know your love and don’t die to Oujiang River, why bother to bow down in the boat?

Translation: I just came back from an outing in Liancheng, and I only bought calamus, bamboo leaves and realgar wine at home. I thought this would be enough to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival. I know very well that Qu Yuan was not drowned in our Oujiang River, so why waste time and money on commemorating Qu Yuan with such a luxurious dragon boat race?

5. "Dragon Boat Festival" by Yin Yao Fan of the Tang Dynasty

Young people are more sentimental during the festival, but who knows how emotional they will be when they grow old. Don't follow the custom of moxa talisman, but pray for pu wine and peace.

The hair on the sideburns grows whiter day by day, and the pomegranate brocade illuminates the eyes year after year. Thousands of years of wisdom and foolishness are in the blink of an eye, and a few people are forgotten and a few are famous.

Translation: When I was young, I always had a lot of emotions during festivals. Now that I am old, who has the heart to express a lot of emotions for no reason; I don’t want to follow the custom of hanging wormwood and exorcism charms, I just hope Drink a glass of Pujiu, and you will be assured of peace in the world. ?

The white hair on the temples is growing day by day, and pomegranate flowers are shining like red brocade, blooming for the festival every year; in front of the years, both sages and fools are transient passers-by. Who knows how many people there are? Although many people are unknown, how many people are remembered in history?