Truth-seeking tradition

Sing a song about Dragon Boat Festival:

Water sacrifice

Author: love

Since it's not enough for America, I'll stay at Peng Xian's house.

-"Li Sao"

( 1)

Wave the sword of calamus

Miluo turbid waves

In Zepan

In May, when pomegranate is throwing angry fists.

I saw you coming from the middle of the river again.

I saw Bai Jiang stretching out a gentle hand.

Take you through the difficulties.

The river has washed away your pride.

Why not leave the blue and hairpin to yesterday's storm?

Come back, Chu's poetic soul.

(2)

He was haggard and covered with moss.

The man walking by the river with wet hair.

Is that you?

Holding a broken Li Sao.

Sitting on a pile of pebbles and vomiting.

Spit out all the dirt and complain endlessly.

You walk along the coast alone, counting and counting your footprints.

Think about it.

Curse is the draft of constitutional order.

I have touched the bottom of the river for thousands of years and I can't find the answer.

(3)

Ask the truth, and the sky answers with a dark cloud.

I only blame you for going out to see the sky instead of Chu Huaiwang's face.

I still think your blood is too fishy.

Besides, Shangguan doctor Jin Shang is already at your bedside.

There is a poisonous snake hidden.

Patriotism and loyalty are no match for Zheng Xiu's skirt.

Going straight on the right path is defeated by the tongue of Zhang Yi.

Better drink wine.

Finally came to the desperate state of Qin.

Dr. San Lv, your bones were still fragrant when you died.

(4)

Slander is like fire.

It will only dry your hair, scorch your lips and dye your eyes red.

You are thrown into the flame and turned into a furnace of molten pulp.

Cooling treatment is necessary.

I jumped into the icy river.

How is steel formed?

Over time, it has been calcined into a stainless Gu Jian.

A poetic soul sleeping in the water for thousands of years

The turbulent waves in Miluo

Hold high the lonely peak of you and history.

(5)

Did not sleep last night.

I have read your nine songs in the wind.

At first glance, I heard Hebo screaming and Shan Gui chirping.

Fisherman in the whirlpool

The sigh of picking up one of your boots

Do you think clothes made He Zhi?

Ji Furong Shang Wei

You are eager to carve a cold star.

Think of ice and snow as souls.

Dr. San Lv, I read your desolate bishop

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