端午节英语诗歌有哪些经典之作？-好词好句网

简洁短诗 (Short & Sweet)

这种形式适合贺卡、社交媒体或作为引言。

Version A (Focus on Tradition)

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The fifth day of the fifth moon, A festival comes soon. With fragrant Zongzi to eat, And dragon boat races so fleet. In memory of Qu Yuan's great soul, We make the dragon boats whole. Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

Version B (More Poetic)

On river's edge, the drumbeats sound, The dragon boats race swiftly 'round. The scent of bamboo and sweet rice, A memory, forever nice. Of a poet's love, so true and deep, While on the water, secrets sleep. Festival of Boat and Rice, A timeless, beautiful rite.

叙事长诗 (Narrative Poem)

这首诗更详细地讲述了端午节的由来和习俗,富有故事性。

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The river flows, a silent stream, Where once a poet's dream did gleam. Qu Yuan, with a loyal heart, His country's fall tore him apart. On this the fifth day, long ago, He plunged into the waters' flow.

To keep the fish from his form, The people faced the coming storm. They threw Zongzi, sticky and sweet, A ricey treat for fish to eat. They beat drums upon the shore, To wake his spirit, evermore.

And so the tradition was born, On this morn, before the dawn. The Dragon Boats, with dragon's head, Race swiftly on the river's bed. The paddles strike, a rhythmic beat, A victory, a grand feat.

We hang the mugwort, green and bright, To ward off darkness in the night. We wear the fragrant sachets tied, With hope and courage deep inside.

So let us celebrate this day, In our own modern, special way. With Zongzi in our hands to hold, And stories of the times of old. Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all, Answering freedom's joyful call!

现代自由诗 (Modern Free Verse)

这种形式更自由,侧重于情感和意象的表达。

The drum is a heartbeat against the water's skin. A hundred arms become one, pulling the sun across the river.

The air is thick with steam from the leaves of bamboo, unfolding to reveal a treasure of sweet, sticky rice.

It is the scent of memory, of loyalty and lament. A poet's name is whispered on the breath of the wind.

We wear small pouches of herbs, a secret pocket of spring. We tie our hopes to red threads, and remember to be brave.

Today, we race against the current, and taste the sweetness of remembrance.