作词 : 玉晶晶
作曲 : 玉晶晶
编曲 : 玉晶晶
Warm early summer blooms like fiery crimson flame,
Soft mugwort fragrance drifts through every frame.
The grand dragon boat contest arrives once more,
Groups wander down along the winding shore.
Dense watching crowds pile just like floating cloud,
Bright fluttering flags glow as sunset proud.
Painted dragon crafts rest upon the tide,
Scaled hulls shimmer like rich silk side by side.
Fine carved dragon heads lift toward the sun,
Drummers stand forward waiting for the run.
Their heavy drumbeats roar like thunder’ s sound,
Small ripples spread around the water ground.
As starting signals echo far and wide,
All rowers bend to grip their wooden guide.
Oars slash the waves just like sharp shining blade,
Clear water sprays as tiny silver jade.
Each racing boat flies like an arrow shot,
Loud crew chants drift across the sunny spot.
The audience’ s cheer rolls like surging sea,
Voices keep echoing wild and free.
This ancient custom lasts for thousand years,
To honor Qu Yuan filled with honest tears.
He loved his land through every dark hard day,
Then left his life beside Miluo’ s bay.
They race the boats to keep his memory bright,
Pass down old customs into morning light.
The sinking sun’ s a round orange sphere,
Boat races end when dusk begins to near.
They wear colored threads around their wrist,
Sweet scented pouches ward off illness mist.
With tasty zongzi held within their hand,
They head back home across the peaceful land.
Old Duanwu culture never fades away,
Joy fills each home on this festive day.