Liwan enjoys listening to dragon boat drums (more pictures)

Liwan enjoys listening to dragon boat drums (more pictures) rose flowers bloom "On May 5th, celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, row dragon boats and beat gongs and drums." June 23...

Liwan enjoys listening to dragon boat drums (more pictures) rose flowers bloom "On May 5th, celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, row dragon boats and beat gongs and drums." June 23 is the official day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. Guangzhou's Lizhiwan District becomes lively early in the morning. The week-long Dragon Boat Festival in Liwan District on May 5th kicks off on the official day of the Dragon Boat Festival. Around the Dragon Boat Festival this year, several heavy rains occurred in Guangzhou, causing rivers and lakes to surge, tides to rise, and flood conditions to surge. On the broad Liwan Lake, blue waves surge, and the water rises. On both sides of Liwan Lake, drums and drums rumble, which is exciting. 28 dragon boats gather here for a parade. During the ups and downs of the oars, the trumpets are sonorous, the blue waves are colorful, and the golden drums are singing. The banks of Liwan Lake are crowded with spectators and the sound of people is buzzing. The God of Heaven felt that it was not enough, and suddenly increased his power, slamming the dense rain onto the water surface eagerly, and blasting the thunder in the air manically, in an attempt to scare away the boatmen racing the ferry. However, the men on the dragon boat regarded the thunder and lightning as motivational drums and the heavy rain as cheering applause, and their fighting spirit was stimulated even higher! The boat racing scene was very lively. Eyes full of colorful flags fluttering, ears filled with the sound of gongs and drums, sonorous, sonorous, dong dong dong, making people's hearts boil. There are rows of dragon boats on the lake, with dragon heads crossing their necks and dragon tails swinging happily. A sound of gongs announced the official start of the competition. "Heroes" from all walks of life rode colorful dragon boats. The oars fell and the waves rose. The gongs and drums were noisy. The boats held the blue waves like shuttles and arrows. People on the water moved forward bravely, and the audience on the shore cheered and cheered. The strong joyful and festive atmosphere makes people passionate and unable to control themselves. Even the cicadas on the branches by the lake started making a happy noise. The traditional custom of dragon boat racing is said to have originated from the Chu people in ancient times. Qu Yuan, the virtuous minister, threw himself into the river because of his unwillingness to abandon him. The people of Chu used dragon boats to drive away the fish in the river to prevent them from eating Qu Zi's body. The dragon boat racing activities carried out by modern people have inherited the unique flavor of the Dragon Boat Festival customs. In the pursuit of each other, they inspired their spirits, gathered strength, and enhanced their self-confidence. In the bursts of high-pitched cheers, they forgot their worries, grudges, and fatigue. The contestants cut through the waves on the water and waved their oars forward, demonstrating a kind of majesty of strength and beauty. Since Qu Yuan, China's Dragon Boat Festival has become more solemn and brighter. With Qu Yuan, the agarwood leaves and exquisite rice dumplings have become beautiful after sadness. I stood by the Liwan Lake, and in my ears I could hear the sound of the boatmen's united and powerful rowing, the neat and loud shouts, the thunderous forge ahead, and the roar of the audience, which was the vitality and hope that emerged from the mourning of the death of a noble man. Dragon boats, the dragon boats of the Dragon Boat Festival, have been flying for more than two thousand years, and they will continue to fly forever. 铿锵、铿锵、咚咚咚，在震耳的锣鼓声中，长龙击水，群情激昂。 At this moment, I felt unusually calm. There was a voice that seemed to float slowly from the ancient times and from the distant water. The sound was close to the water, rustling and leisurely, from far to near, from small to loud, from slow to fast, from light to heavy. The powerful beat and surging momentum penetrated my ears and shook my soul strongly. Gradually, I heard it clearly. It was a song soaked in sadness: "I take a long breath to cover my tears, and mourn the hardships of the people's livelihood!" The song "Li Sao" filled the air in time and space, like a sudden rain and strong wind, beating my heart drum. Clang, clang, dong dong dong, clang, clang, dong dong dong….