Invite friends to travel in the mountains.
Stepping on a steep mountain peak,
Climb high and look far.
The sea of clouds is boundless,
Old trees make forests.
Everywhere is red,
Xia Tong reflects the water, and the water is clear.
The winding mountain road,
Bend the bridge into the water to see the beautiful image.
The boulder was drunk in the mountain stream,
Looking down at heaven and earth, ghosts and gods are shocked.
The grass is green,
Chongyang autumn tour climbed to the top of the mountain.
The man who reaches the top of the mountain is a hero.
Twilight and sunset are not old.
On the beautiful Double Ninth Festival in September, modern poetry leaves the branches and enters your eyes.
Today is Chongyang again.
Mom, your happy eyebrows tell me
Still on my father's lips.
That intoxicating osmanthus wine
Of course, you must have cooked it yourself.
Of course, you must have cooked it yourself.
That intoxicating osmanthus wine
Still on my father's lips.
Mom, your happy eyebrows tell me
Today is Chongyang again.
Chrysanthemum leaves the branches and enters your eyes.