Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9
Wang Wei
A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Drunk Flower Yin·Double Ninth Festival
Li Qingzhao
The mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast.
Double Ninth Festival is here again, jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Xie Xin'en
Li Yu
The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the pavilion is at the top.
The fragrance of dogwood falls, the smell of purple chrysanthemum,
It floats in the courtyard door, and the evening mist drizzles.
Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.
Passing by my old friend's village
Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.
Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn to Send Zhang Wu
Meng Haoran
In the white mountains of Beishan, the hermit feels happy.
Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.
Sorrow arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
I saw people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
Xing Xiangzi
Li Qingzhao
The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. It's an eternal night, and the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
A Thousand Years Old
Li Zhiyi
The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the Double Ninth Festival is here again.
The dew suddenly turns cold, and the cold will be repaid.
The fragrant green scent reminds you of the wild grass, and the dense yellow grass gathers in the garden.
When a person is not old, the blue bridge will be pounded by frost.
The orchid vat is dizzy, and the silver toad is small when the house is broken.
The bottle is in front of your eyes, who can you pour it from? Forced to spread the quilt in the same place,
I am worried about taking off my hat when I am happy. You must believe it, your mad heart will never grow old until it is over.
Fighting Hundreds of Flowers
Liu Yong
The rustling frost floats on the mandarin tiles, the green curtain is slightly cold and slightly transparent,
The long door is locked deeply and quietly, Autumn colors fill the courtyard late.
Looking at the chrysanthemum, tears fell like beads on the Double Ninth Festival, and the long powder was covered with powder.
The sound of the sound is far away.
Infinite hatred, empty feelings? Wan Fan.
It must be the emperor. At first, he was surprised by his concubine's resignation.
Now, the most enchanting person in the palace is Feiyan Zhaoyang.
Dielianhua
Yan Jidao
Courtyard
Green moss and red leaves are everywhere,
When the golden chrysanthemums bloom, The Double Ninth Festival feast is approaching.
The lotuses are exposed and the green fans are withered every day, and the smoke and water in the powder pond are clear for professional training.
Try leaning against the cool breeze to sober up the noodles.
When the word "Goose" comes, you will see it just facing the floor.
At what time the frost-protecting clouds turn, whose reed pipe blows the autumn wind.
Ruan Lang returns
Yan Jidao
The golden palms of the sky are dewed into frost,
The clouds grow with the word "Yan".
The green cup and red sleeves are called the Double Ninth Festival,
Humanity is like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow,
The old madness is diligently managed.
If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness,
Don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.
Treading on the Shasha
Xin Qiji
The night moon towers, Qiuxiang courtyards, smiling people coming and going.
Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then!
With the sharing of cups and plates, they sang and danced and asked him what was so sad about him?
There is a time to think but also to be sad, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy.
Man Jiang Hong
Duan Keji
After the rain, the garden is deserted, all the flowers are gone, and there are no trees.
Under the sparse fence, this flower can be preserved, and its beauty and freshness will be high.
The full feet entertain Tao Lingyi,
The evening meal is like a three-house interrogation.
Today, it is a mess and covered with green moss, and no one cares about it.
The guests in the hall had blank heads and were speechless, thinking about the past
Hate that the Double Ninth Festival has passed.
The cool breeze blows on you,
It is difficult for you to stand alone.
The wind is blowing, the three smells surround the fragrant bushes, and the songs are still weeping.
Water Fairy
The Nameless One of the Yuan Dynasty
The green mountains are faintly hidden by the vast expanse of water, and climbing high in the season is a foreign land.
A lonely guest in a lonely city, a lonely man on a boat, even a man of iron and stone has his heart broken,
The autumn light is ruined with tears.
The dream of yellow flowers, a night of fragrance, passed the Double Ninth Festival.
The sun sets in the west and the water flows eastward.
Sad people are thinner than yellow flowers, and they are timid on September 9th of the Double Ninth Festival.
I am strong enough to climb up and feel deep thoughts.
Looking at my homeland three thousand miles away, leaning on the twelfth floor of the autumn wind.
No reason to cause worry.
I always remember that when I was leaving the banquet and crying, I broke all the green willow branches.
If you want to write about your thoughts,
There is no such thing as paper.
My heart is full of love,
I wrote the word "Mandarin Duck", chanted the word "Flower Moon" in the sky, and recalled my Shandong brothers on September 9th
Wang Wei
A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Drunk Flower Yin·Double Ninth Festival
Li Qingzhao
The mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast.
Double Ninth Festival is here again, jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Xie Xin'en
Li Yu
The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the pavilion is at the top.
The fragrance of dogwood falls, the smell of purple chrysanthemum,
It floats in the courtyard door, and the evening mist drizzles.
Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.
Passing through my old friend’s village
Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.
Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn to Send Zhang Wu
Meng Haoran
In the white mountains of Beishan, the hermit feels happy.
Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.
Sorrow arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
I saw people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
Xing Xiangzi
Li Qingzhao
The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk. When I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel worried about the past. It's an eternal night, and the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
A Thousand Years Old
Li Zhiyi
The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the Double Ninth Festival is here again.
The dew suddenly turns cold, and the cold will be repaid.
The fragrant green scent reminds you of the sage, and the yellow and dense garden grass.
When a person is not old, the blue bridge will be pounded by frost.
The orchid vat is dizzy, and the silver toad is small when the house is broken.
The bottle is in front of your eyes, who will you pour it from? Forced to spread the quilt in the same place,
I am worried about taking off my hat when I am happy. You must believe it, your mad heart will never grow old until it is over.
Fighting Hundreds of Flowers
Liu Yong
The rustling frost floats on the mandarin tiles, the green curtain is slightly cold and slightly transparent,
The long door is locked deeply and quietly, Autumn colors fill the courtyard late.
Looking at the chrysanthemum, tears fell like beads on the Double Ninth Festival, and the long powder was covered with powder.
The sound of the sound is far away.
Infinite hatred, empty feelings? Wan Fan.
It must be the emperor. At first, he was surprised by his concubine's resignation.
Now, the most enchanting person in the palace is Feiyan Zhaoyang.
Dielianhua
Yan Jidao
Courtyard
Green moss and red leaves are everywhere,
When the golden chrysanthemums bloom, The Double Ninth Festival feast is approaching.
The lotuses are exposed and the green fans are withered every day, and the smoke and water in the powder pond are clear for professional training.
Try leaning against the cool breeze to sober up the noodles.
When the word "Goose" comes, you will see it just facing the floor.
At what time the frost-protecting clouds turn, whose reed pipe blows the autumn wind.
Ruan Lang returns
Yan Jidao
The golden palms of the sky are dewed into frost,
The clouds grow with the word "Yan".
The green cup and red sleeves are called Double Ninth Festival,
Humanity is like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow,
The old madness is diligently managed.
If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness,
Don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.
Treading on the Shasha
Xin Qiji
The night moon towers, Qiuxiang courtyards, smiling people come and go.
Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then!
With the sharing of cups and plates, they sang and danced and asked him what was so sad about him?
There is a time to think but also to be sad, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy.
Man Jiang Hong
Duan Keji
After the rain, the garden is deserted, all the flowers are gone, and there are no trees.
Under a sparse fence, this flower can be preserved, and its beauty and freshness will be high.
The full feet entertain Tao Lingyi,
The evening meal is like a three-house interrogation.
Today, it is a mess and covered with green moss, and no one cares about it.
The guests in the hall had blank heads and were speechless, thinking about the past
Hate that the Double Ninth Festival has passed.
The cool breeze blows on you,
It is difficult for you to stand alone.
The wind blows, the three smells surround the fragrant bushes, and the songs weep.
Water Fairy
The Nameless One of the Yuan Dynasty
The green mountains are faintly hidden by the vast expanse of water, and climbing high in the season is a foreign land.
In the lonely city, alone on the boat, the iron and stone people are also broken-hearted,
The autumn light is ruined with tears.
The dream of yellow flowers, a night of fragrance, passed the Double Ninth Festival.
The sun sets in the west and the water flows in the east. Nothing is accomplished.
Sad people are thinner than yellow flowers, and they are timid on September 9th of the Double Ninth Festival.
I am strong enough to climb up and feel deep thoughts.
Looking at my homeland three thousand miles away, leaning on the twelfth floor of the autumn wind.
No reason to cause worry.
I always remember that when I left the banquet and cried, I broke off all the green willow branches.
If you want to write about your thoughts,
There is no such thing as paper.
I can’t help but miss you so much.
I wrote the word “Mandarin Duck” and chanted the word “Flower Moon” in the air.
Who can give me such a charming look?
Who can endow me with such charming looks