Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A yard full of golden chrysanthemums with a bunch of flowers in the middle, the flowers are so lonely.
Just like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.
2. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Climbing in Nine Days"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.
That's all through the ages. Why does Niu Shan insist on dressing alone?
3. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Dong, please have a banquet."
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
Overlapping festivals along the river, painting boat ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green.
Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near?
The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days. Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn.
4. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Climbing high in Sichuan on September 9"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.
5. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Full of Fang Ting, guest for nine days"
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu
Gan Kun is casting, wisdom and stupidity are drunk, and it rises and falls in ancient times. The sword is cold and the night is strong, which is another place.
On the 9th, the wine of Ming Dynasty was fragrant, and the scenery was orange all year round. The west wind trees on Longshan blow the old frost.
6. Double Ninth Festival Poetry: Nine Days in Yuanzhou
Ming Dynasty: Zhao Shichun
The sound of autumn is suffocating, but the air is suffocating.
On the ninth day of climbing the mountain, the mountain was credited.
Light glutinous rice or clear water, green wine to yellow flowers.
When the swan returns, the clouds will fall forever.
7. Double Ninth Festival poem: "Zhang Zirong in Wanshan in autumn/Zhang Zirong in Xianshan on September 9"
meng haoran
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song. (Try it first)
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.