The poems written by the ancients about the Double Ninth Festival are as follows:
1. The Double Ninth Festival is close to chrysanthemum yellow, which seems to be appreciated by old friends from other places. The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River is long. -Don Bai Juyi's Ascending the Mountain.
2. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret. -on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Don Wang Wei.
3, the mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, which makes the brain sell the golden beast. The festival is also Chongyang, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Mo Tao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Song Li Qingzhao, "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, and Forever Sorrow".
4, wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time-Tang Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Man's Village.
5. Knowing from a distance where my brother climbed the mountain, one person was missing everywhere-on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Tang Wangwei.
6. Jiang Hanqiu's shadow geese flew for the first time, and they carried the pot with the guests. The world is troubled with a smile, and the chrysanthemum blooms when it is in full bloom. Only to indulge in the double ninth festival, do not have to sigh and hate the sunset afterglow. Life is short history, after all, why, like qi jinggong to tears in the eyes. -Don Tu Mu, "Climbing the Mountain on the 9th".
7. It's already late in autumn, and I'm afraid of severe frost alone. Today, the Double Ninth Festival is coming, and friends are invited to climb the mountain to enjoy chrysanthemum yellow. -Song Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
8. I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. After going through hardships and bitter hatred, the white hair was full of hair, and the waning of the wine glass cup was suspended. -Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain.
9. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret. -Ming Zhang Ji "September 9".
On the 1th and 9th, when the Double Ninth Festival arrives, Qiu Guang is covered with red leaves. Climbing high and looking far, the mind is broad-minded, and enjoying chrysanthemums and poetry is boundless. -Don Li Bai's Ascending the Mountain in September.
11. The Double Ninth Festival is near chrysanthemum yellow, which seems to be appreciated by old friends from other places. Can drifting clouds and white storks traveled together, missing the birds and returning home. -Yuan Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge.
12, chrysanthemums are in full bloom near Chongyang, and I miss my old friend and feel heartbroken. But now I remember the night, the storm voice broken, dyed white hair with frost. -Song Yan Shu's Huanxisha Xiaoge Chongyang.
13. Being in a foreign land is not free, so I miss my relatives more during the Double Ninth Festival. Looking back at this night scene in my hometown, my brothers are happy together. -Tang Wang Jian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".
14. The Double Ninth Festival is coming again, and the wanderers feel more homesick. Looking at the end of the world, there is no way back, and my dream is vaguely my hometown. -Qing Shen Fu's Six Chapters of a Floating Life.
15. Autumn wind blows to Chongyang, and leaves fall all over the hometown. It is difficult to dream of missing an old friend, and send affection when chrysanthemum is yellow. -Modern Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge.