Chapter 1: "The Mood of the Dragon Boat Festival"
Green rice dumpling leaves
Fragrant and glutinous rice
Soaked in thoughts
Heavy
Hugging each other
Countless sweetness
Wrapped up in warm blessings< /p>
Like a green boat
Raising the green sail of the heart
Relying on a soft longing
Riding the warm wind of May< /p>
Long and far away
Driving out of my heart lake full of advice
Towards the shore of your heart
Chapter 2: "Talking about Dragon Boat Festival" 》
Li Saoxiao
Jiang Shuitao
Who knows the thoughts of thousands of years
Xionghuangjiao
Xia Yangao
p>The years are merciless and make us grow old
The mugwort arrives
A healthy hug
A safe life is what everyone wants
Zongzi Cry
Dragon Boat Festival
Happy Dragon Boat Festival culture?
Chapter 3: "Dragon Boat Festival in May"
A pot of realgar wine
A bowl of thick boiled tea
With grass Fragrant buds
Mutton in hand
In the fragrance of fragrant firewood
Get drunk leisurely
This is the Dragon Boat Festival for the grassland people Festival
The grassland in May
It is the girl’s round breasts
The mountain flowers are blooming
The love songs are flying
The commotion that was gathering momentum
was picked up by the passionate skylark
The prelude to the seasonal joy
was gently opened...
< p> The male yakPierced the depression of the distant mountains like a sword
The lamb slurping its milk
Sleeping comfortably in the mountain col
The sadness of the cuckoo fermented for thousands of years
Promotes the wildly growing crops
Just a few raindrops
Injured the peasant woman's solid protection
p>Unconsciously
That is the longing that tortures the body and mind
May
Every river stone
is full of rust Green moss
The river paved with jade and pearls
Dancing
The beautiful Guozhuang dance of the mountain stream
May
p>There is a power
Transmitted between bones
There is a temptation
Pulling the desire to climb high
True wish Climb the highest ice peak
Enjoy all the rice dumplings from the south of the Yangtze River
The long-lasting sweet fragrance
Chapter 4: "Old Dragon Boat Festival Stories"
On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival last year
I carefully selected sixteen Chinese characters
arranged them into text messages
and sent them to
Ten A person who lives in my mobile phone
Until that evening
I didn’t see a single Chinese character come back
Today it suddenly occurred to me
It’s like The rice dumplings I ate that day
have not been excreted until now