Tang) Wang Wei: I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Five poems on the mountain of dogwood on the 9th.
Zhang Tang said.
My home is in Luoyang, and I look up at Songshan. Carved into a dogwood festival, it is a room of love.
Yellow flowers should be full of wine, and the clear moon is easy to climb. I'm sorry I came from a humble background, but I work hard for the world.
Chrysanthemum wine carries mountain tourists, and dogwood pouch is a shepherd boy. Lu Yi followed with great concern, and his heart seemed to be asking about the HarmonyOS system.
On the 9th, the number of Double Ninth Festival was counted, and Sanqiu became a successful place. At that time, after visiting the porch, go to Peng Ying.
Celebrate the ninth festival in the evening and climb five thousand on the mountain. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.
Mao Zedong: Picking mulberry seeds for the Double Ninth Festival.
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring,
Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
(Tang) Du Mu: Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane.
After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
Visit Xuanwu Mountain on the 9th.
Tangshaoda town
Looking up at the sky on September 9, autumn wind gives birth to autumn.
As soon as the cold geese went south and far away, tourists were surrounded by chrysanthemums several times.
Fenghe went to Jixiang Tower on September 9th.
Tangsong wenzhi
Phoenix brakes invade clouds, and rainbows lean against the sun. Zhang Le Bujintian Scattered Flower Tower.
When Chrysanthemum Fragrant Fairy was born, Qiu Lan was moving. Later in Xiang Street, Qing was dead.
Looking at Shu Tai on September 9th.
Don
When King Shu looked at the old platform of Shu, he clearly saw a river on the 9th. Since then, the customs of Beiliu Township,
The south withdrew from the city, but the country remained the same. Song Qing is on the bank of Mazanyan, and Huang Ju is on the roadside.
Since the past, I have been annihilated, and I can spread it alone.
Feng He Sheng Zhi gave a banquet in Qujiang, Liao Bai on the Double Ninth Festival as a token of gratitude.
Tang Cui Yuan Han
I am proud of being common and ashamed of my weakness. Fortunately, every good party is a clear autumn day.
Away from the pot, the blue reflects the hairpin. Canned mutton is prepared for a sumptuous meal, and the Phoenix is ready to adjust.
Poor toilet hero, forget the fun. Gao Ping gets off the goose, and Zhu goes out.
Chrysanthemum blossoms, frost branches and fruit droop. Astronomy sees images, and the emperor is diligent and merciful.
Exploring the Tao leads to the mysterious beads, and the heart is in the special room. Is it like singing in the wind, proud and free and easy?
On September 9th, I gave Cui Shijun a good thing.
Tangwangji
Savages are fascinated by seasons and climate, and sit across the dust. When I suddenly saw the yellow flowers vomiting, I knew I was back.
A thousand rocks reflect, and ten thousand trees open Linpu. The aroma is full, and no one brings wine.
(Tang) Li Bai: "September 10th is a thing"
I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today.
Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
(Tang) Lu: "September 9 Xuanwu Mountain Tour".
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, looking at the wind and smoke.
In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
(Tang): "Nine Days in Shu"
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.
(Tang): Nine Days of Work
Don't compare the border with Kyoto, the frost grass has withered in August.
I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?
(Tang): Nine Days
Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall on the edge of the fence, and the chrysanthemums are full of wine and fragrance.
I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.
Wei Anshi: "Feng He climbed the height of Lin Weiting on the 9th, which was very fortunate."
On the ninth festival, you must take action.
The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.
Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.
A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.
(Song) Li Qingzhao: Drunk Flower Shadow
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't get carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers!
(Southern Dynasty Chen) General Manager Jiang: "Yu Changan returned to Yangzhou on September 9 to visit Weishan Pavilion to rhyme."
My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn.
When is the chrysanthemum in my hometown blooming today?
(Yuan) Guan Hanqing: "Drunk East Wind"
Poems on the red leaves make it resist the emotional baggage, and people in chrysanthemums lie in the songs upstairs.
The shadows of wild geese in the sky are thin, and the moon is thin at sunset.
In the cold autumn, willow trees are chilling and sad.
Who will teach white clothes to deliver wine?
Climb high in nine days
Yuxi Liu Tang
The world is cold, and the military gate is full of smoke. Going high every year will not be sad.
Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th.
Don Lu Zhao Lin
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, returning to the heart and looking at the wind and smoke.
In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
Chongjiuri Guangling Middle Road
Tangluoyin
Where did Akiyama climb when he was sick? Qu Wei used to be Guangling now. The drunkenness of Guangling can't relieve boredom.
Qu Wei's old travels are admirable. Holidays are separated from time, and time is helpless and disgusting.
But he drove his horse forward, and Luqi could not be imprisoned.
Climb a mountain at sunset
Don
At dusk in autumn, when the rice is high and the rice is ripe, guests will meet on the falling star mountain. Yellow flowers and wine are very popular.
White hair is full of thoughts about the ancients. At night, the rock shadow sees the clouds coming out of the hole, and the lake light sees the guests far away.
The wind and smoke don't grow old, but they will stay in the forest.
Reflections on the Double Ninth Festival;
It is another cool autumn day. Looking back, the Double Ninth Festival has come quietly, and I think of my kind grandmother and kind grandfather. The vicissitudes of time have dyed their hair into white hair, and the storms of life have carved wrinkles on their foreheads. No, but not white hair wrinkles, but deep love for children.
There are many poems about the Double Ninth Festival, such as: "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season. I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood. " Reciting this famous sentence through the ages is full of thoughts. Perhaps, today will be the most homesick day for wanderers, but is everyone like this? Indeed, many people in today's world are carried away by money and fame. When they get rich, they forget to raise their parents. Is it because they took it for granted before, or have long forgotten their ancestors? "I am old and old, and I am young and young." Isn't this sentence enough to interpret the meaning of respecting the elderly and loving the young? People always get old. When you are not interested in all kinds of disputes in life, how do you want your children to treat you and spend a happy old age? "loving the old is actually loving yourself." Love may be a heavy word for some people, but it is not. Love doesn't need to be vigorous and go through fire and water. It's a small action, and it may be the greatest expression of love. As teenagers, we can't give the elderly too much, but we can give them a hug, wash their feet and comb their hair once, which is also a kind of happiness for them.
I remember reading such a story: a couple disliked the large number of elderly people at home, and always let him eat by the fire, eating leftovers and cold dishes. Wooden bowls always contain very few things, saying that old people will not break them. One day, their son was also making a wooden bowl. When asked, he realized that it was for their old-age care, and suddenly he understood everything. Since then, the couple's attitude towards the elderly has changed greatly. I don't know whether people in today's society will treat the elderly like this, but I know that the elderly need care. Do you realize that? As one of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, "respecting the elderly" hopes that our generation of young people will join hands to hold up a blue sky for the old people.
It is another cool autumn day. Looking back, the Double Ninth Festival has come quietly, and I think of my kind grandmother and kind grandfather. The vicissitudes of time have dyed their hair into white hair, and the storms of life have carved wrinkles on their foreheads. No, but not white hair wrinkles, but deep love for children.