The soil by the river was wet with water. Who can remember your grievances? Although the contribution is like a pagoda, you are still so lonely. Is it the chaos of the world or the negligence of the saints? Although it will last forever, there is no witness to the ups and downs of the world, only one Dragon Boat Festival is left. ...

Wen Zongxiang-Suddenly Like a Dream

Sitting in front of the window, a wisp of fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, like the fragrant rice in autumn, like the clear spring in the spring tide, like the palm leaves in summer; A few wisps of fragrance, a few wisps of homesickness-was Qu Yuan the same as me? Smell the tragedy of going abroad from the unusual smell, your own tragedy? But even if I know, I still can't turn the tide. I lamented a few times and had to grieve for life.

Eating sticky zongzi-the taste is self-knowledge.

Untie the shackles with one hand, and send the zongzi to your mouth with the other, and chew it carefully in the eyes of your family's expectation. As saliva breaks down, your teeth chew it carefully. A little sweet, a little fragrant, and a little imperceptible leaf fragrance. I don't know if you were like this. It suddenly dawned on me that the whole world was lost in the fog, and you were the only one in Gao Shanfeng. Knowing that the country is about to die, but still dreaming. Imagine that people wake up and the monarch suddenly wakes up. "Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone" is undoubtedly your best portrayal, and it is also a great sorrow. Maybe you just realized it by wandering by the river!

The taste of zongzi-it's delicious in the mouth.

Sitting at the table, holding a cup of bitter tea, surrounded by a few wisps of cigarettes. There is still a faint smell of zongxiang in the mouth. There seems to be a little rice in my stomach and a slight warmth in my throat. I seem to think of you calmly again. "Even if you have reached the bottom of the river, you can't forget you." At the bottom of the river, do you see the dragon boat rushing and the fragrance rippling?

After a thousand years, looking at your solid back, everyone is drunk and you wake up alone. No wonder you are so lonely. I have to listen quietly and turn it into a spiritual patch to show my respect for you falling into the river. ...