Poems related to the Dragon Boat Festival 2017 Dragon Boat Festival Ancient Poems Selection

What are some ancient poems about the Dragon Boat Festival? The Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional festival in my country, and its origin can be traced back to the end of primitive society. Next, let’s take a look at how the ancients celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival.

The 2017 Dragon Boat Festival Ancient Poetry Collection

Tang Dynasty

"Granted Clothes on the Dragon Boat Festival" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The palace clothes are also famous, and they are honored on the Dragon Boat Festival. The fine gauze is soft in the wind, and the fragrant silk is as light as snow.
It’s wet from the sky, it’s cool when you wear it in summer. Weigh the pros and cons in your mind and bear the saint's love for your whole life.

"Sending People to Chenlian on the Dragon Boat Festival in Yuezhou" by Xu You of the Tang Dynasty In May, the sky is cloudy in Baling, and I send you off as a guest from a thousand miles away to Chenlian. The north wind brings rain and the yellow plum blossoms fall, the setting sun passes over the lake and the grass grows green.
People are hanging brocades on the river bank while racing in the water, and girls in the city of Caifang leave their hairpins behind. The clouds over Jiuyi are vast and the Cangwu is dark, and I tell you about the old virtues of Chonghua.

"On the Dragon Boat Festival, the Ministry of Rites stayed in the temple and was given clothes and colorful knots as gifts. I replied with a poem" by Quan Deyu of the Tang Dynasty. On the fifth day, a good day comes. We wish each other a long life together. The colorful threads are beautiful, and the light skirt reflects the freshness of the body.
In the Jiliaozhai painting studio, I write poems on scented paper. I would like to pass on the wine to a place where my grandchildren are all around me.

"Xianghe Geci. Jiangnan Qu" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty There are many orange trees in the houses in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Wu girl weaves white silk on the boat. The land is low and wet, and there are many insects and snakes. Even the wood is made into signs and they live in the river.
The village of Hai in Jiang is open for business every day, and people drop their sails and cross the bridge to come to Puli. Green grass covers the city, bamboo is used as house, there is no well, every household drinks tide water.
At noon on the Yangtze River, spring wine is sold, and wine flags are hung high at the river mouth. Water barriers are hung on both sides of the brothel, and bamboo songs are sung at night to keep guests from the north.
The Jiangnan region is full of joy, and the leisurely atmosphere is everywhere.

Song Dynasty

"Huan Xi Sha" by Su Shi, Song Dynasty: Light sweat seeps through the green silk. Bathing in orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival in Ming Dynasty. The flowing fragrance fills the clear river. Colorful threads are lightly wrapped around the red jade arms, and small charms are hung diagonally on the green cloud hair. The beauty met for a thousand years.

"Thanking Zhang Zhongmou for His Ingenious Painting on the Dragon Boat Festival" by Huang Tingjian, Northern Song Dynasty I have seen the beautiful girl in your family since she was a child, but I heard that she can no longer be painted.
The cutting seems to be done by the hands of a fairy, and the daylilies and pomegranates are bright and clear.

"Dragon Boat Festival" Southern Song Dynasty/Wen Tianxiang At noon on May 5th, a fragrant breeze comes from the south. Let me ask Da Jun, and pour the wine into the ground three times. Tian Wen was born on that day, and Qu Yuan died on that day. Live as Lord Xuecheng, die as a ghost of Miluo.
Foxes and rabbits roam around in the hall, and the young man at home is in tears. Human life is like dew on the grass, and glory is like the wind passing by your ears. Only the hearts of martyrs will not disappear with the water. To this day, people of Jingchu hold sacrifices on the river every year.
I don’t know the glory of the living, but I know the nobility of the dead. Do not say that death is hateful, and do not say that life is joyful. All things have their end; only the laws of nature are immortal. A hundred years is like a day, and a day is like a thousand years.
Ode to Fenshui in the autumn wind, and Lanting in the spring evening. Don’t linger in sorrow, sing and dance loudly under the green locust trees.