1. Song of the Dusk River
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
2. Lieutenant Li obtained the certificate of credence from the Soviet Union on the Double Ninth Festival
Bai Xingjian of the Tang Dynasty
What is the intention of surrendering the captives? It was the beginning of September in poverty and desolation.
On the third autumn festival in a foreign land, a letter from an old friend.
He has a passion for drinking and is very reserved and thoughtful.
I feel lonely in time and space, and hesitate in nostalgia.
The geese are gone and the sand is flat, and the smoke is gone in the desert.
Looking south on the stage, hiding my tears from Pisces.
3. Drinking Alone on the 9th of Leap September
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In front of the green statue beside the yellow flowers, there are still some old orchestral instruments.
I met him by chance on the ninth day of leap autumn, and I was drinking alone in Dongli.
Since I have been fasting in September, I have not been drunk in the Double Ninth Festival for fifteen years.
4. Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th
Lu Zhaolin of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.
Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away.
5. Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on the 9th to view the Great Earthquake in Shao, Tang Dynasty
On September 9th, I looked into the distant sky and saw the autumn water and the evening wind.
As the wild geese go south, visitors often visit the chrysanthemum bushes.
6. The ninth day of Shuzhong
Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty
On the 9th day of the ninth month at Wangxiang Terrace, he served a cup to see off guests from a foreign land.
Human sentiment is tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese come from the north.
7. Written on the ninth day of Geng Wu's year
Qi Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn moss at the bottom of the door is as tender as blue, how exciting is the news in this.
Luan Li stole the ninth month of the ninth month, and counted thirty-three from beginning to end.
The cloud shadows are half clear and the dreamland is blooming, and the chrysanthemums are slightly warm beside the river and pool.
Whether my old friend is here today or not, Hu Yan flies southward against the wind.