Autumn is crisp,
The geese in the north fly to the south.
In the oasis south of the Great Wall,
It's Chongyang again today.
Flowers cover the purple desert,
Silver cotton blooms with silver milk.
The leaves are noisy and the rice is ripe.
Yellow leaves fly to the sky, line by line.
The most beautiful thing should be sunset red,
Go up the mountain and send a bunch of wine to the village.
Looking at the top of Kunlun Mountain, Mustag,
Dressed respectfully in white.
When the sun rises, it becomes prosperous.
Welcome Chongyang on September 9.
The border scenery is beautiful and the autumn wind is chilly.
The endless blue sea water comes into view.
Invite friends to gather friends,
Improvised ink splashing,
To tune the strings,
Singing songs and enjoying the heart of the western regions.
There is no sooner or later to travel,
Passion for flowers.
In the dream, oral sex meets a fairy,
Fight for the king of Guo Hua.
The old man caught up with the good times,
The locks and reins that despise fame.
Don't worry about eating and drinking,
There is leftover food at the New Year's party.
Climb high every year,
Don't worry at any time
Near Zhu, near Mo, separated by Jing Wei,
Planting chrysanthemum hedges
Enjoy the wind and the moon
Until the rooster sings red sunshine.
Modern poems on Double Ninth Festival II
Father loves mountains and mother loves rivers.
-Dedicated to the Double Ninth Festival.
If someone asks me:
What is the highest mountain in the world?
I will not hesitate to answer:
Father loves mountains and peaks.
Bigger than the Himalayas,
More magnificent than Mount Everest!
If someone asks me:
What is the longest river in the world?
I'll tell him affectionately,
Motherly love is like a river,
Longer than the Yellow River and the Yangtze River,
A thousand years of love, a thousand years of sweet songs.
Ah, father loves mountains, mother loves rivers,
Without my dear parents, would there be you and me in the world
It's my father, with the faith of mountains and the fortitude of stones.
Shape our tough tendons and bones;
Is a mother, with tender feelings like water, loving mind,
Send us bright red blood and fiery emotions.
A man of seven feet in the world should not be proud of his handsomeness and greatness.
Don't forget that you lied when you were a baby,
Hungry to feed, much like a thin kitten;
It was your mother who nursed you with snow-white milk.
It was your father who watered you with salty sweat.
Today's towering trees are weak seedlings of yesterday.
Beauty in the world, don't show off for your young beauty.
Don't forget, when you are a toddler,
More like an ugly duckling, walking unsteadily.
It is your mother who braids your hair and sews your skirt, making you float like China.
It was my father who let you ride a horse, tell you stories and make my tearful little girl giggle. ...
Without the painstaking efforts of parents, how can there be bloom's youthful pride?
So, dear friends,
Whether we are noble or humble today, whether our status is low or high,
In the eyes of parents, we will always be the meat and treasure in their hearts;
Whether we are rich or poor today, whether we earn more or less,
Only our parents will never change their love for us.
The spring of affection is endless, just like the rolling waves of the sea!
In this world, the people we should thank most are our parents first.
How can a person who doesn't even love his parents serve his country?
To see if a person has a conscience, first of all, look at whether he is good to his parents;
Whether a person's character is upright or not lies in his high-profile rhetoric;
Filial piety is a magical mirror on earth.
Can reflect people's inner warmth and coldness, whether humble or noble. ...
Time is cruel, and our parents are getting old day by day.
That silver hair dances with the frost and snow of time.
The wrinkles on that face left traces of time. ...
When a child grows up, he becomes a flying bird.
Leaving only elderly parents alone,
I hope my children come home every day, and sometimes I will talk. ...
Please don't dislike them,
Just like your parents didn't dislike your naughty and cowardice;
Please don't use busy work as an excuse.
Don't leave regrets in your heart, and do your filial piety as soon as possible.
When will this work be finished?
Go home often when you have time, and make a phone call when you have no time.
Send a filial piety,
It's better than giving them a Jinshan Yinshan;
A few thoughtful greetings,
Better than countless panaceas;
Rub your back, pinch your shoulders, and sprinkle the sun on your father's heart;
Sweeping the floor and washing the dishes makes mom's face full of laughter.
Filial piety is the best gift for children to their parents;
Filial piety is the best return of citizens to society;
Filial piety is a virtue, ordinary and great,
If we can do it, life will be harmonious and beautiful;
Filial piety is the baton of life. As long as you set an example,
Your children and grandchildren will inherit and imitate from generation to generation in the future. ...
Ah, let's sing father,
Let the mountain of fatherly love be higher and higher in our hearts. ...
Ah, let's love our mother,
Let the long river of maternal love flow from generation to generation in China, making sweet waves. ...
Let's wish all parents in the world a long and healthy life and happiness.
Let's wish the Chinese nation a brighter and better future!
Modern poems on Double Ninth Festival 3
Author: Cao's Buddhist songs
at that time
The scenery in the mirror is no longer green.
Let's start with a noun.
Autumn is deep overhead.
We began to look at each other in a poem.
Climb the peak in the festival
telescope
The desire to experience past lives.
at that time
Everything has been relieved.
We began to face Nanshan.
Plant a pot of chrysanthemums under the hedge.
Tilling the soil at sunrise
orderly
Fertilization and
talk to oneself
A modern poem about the Double Ninth Festival 2 "Double Ninth Festival"
Since that full moon
You are me.
Another straw in the acacia river
Since it's grass
I don't hold out much hope.
But there is still hope.
I think it's better than nothing.
Cuncunbian
That rugged hill.
But there are white-haired people every year.
Be careful of this day, be careful. ...
I don't know how much autumn water I have seen through.
Yiren, still here.
Shuiyifang
Climbing on Double Ninth Festival
The hand of life has brought us closer.
Intimacy, hot talk, friends' hearts live up to expectations.
Only one side has beautiful clearance.
A knowing smile opens up the brilliance of spring flowers.
Meet Chongyang, climb high and look far.
Chest and nest are full of vitality.
The rope of will is still as hard as steel.
Ah, life. Ah, friend.
Because of our fantasy mentality,
Add more beauty to life.
Autumn sun warms the heart, and red leaves shed tears.
A deep sigh inspires you and me.
Step on the steam wheel of youth.
Next year, I will call mountains and rivers colorful.
Double Ninth Festival in September
Chongyang in September
The homesick ribbon is wrapped around the branch.
In the sigh of yellow leaves
It's the melancholy of dreams.
aim for the highest?
The sunset looks sad.
The whimper of a goose
Play the strings of autumn insects
Land thousands of miles away
White-haired parents
In the smile of chrysanthemum
Turned into crazy tears
Happy Double Ninth Festival
Double ninth festival,
Be healthy every year.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation,
Beautiful vision.
Endowment security,
The medical card flashed.
Have fun,
Enjoy a long life
Filial piety,
* * * Good luck.
Festivals are festive,
All the people are rejoicing.
Love on Double Ninth Festival
Double ninth festival,
It's Chongyang again today.
Fortunately, I climbed the red mountain.
Feel relaxed and happy,
The sky is vast,
A cool breeze.
Heaven and earth,
On each side,
Blue sky and white clouds are far away.
Tender attachment,
Soft,
The family is still long!
Modern poetry about the Double Ninth Festival in September, I am not willing to be a fallen leaf.
Put an end to ideals and pursuits.
Although my face has the gloom of the sunset.
In September, I don't want to be caught by the cold wind
Blow my flying wings hard.
Although my limbs are not as flexible as before
I am not a great man.
But I will never let my life be mediocre.
It is my character not to admit defeat.
When people pity others, the years are ruthless.
I think more.
But that's the truth.
How to bloom life in the next season
I dare not say how good I am.
But I try my best to write a noble humanity.
Being strong is my character.
When the fallen leaves announce the end of autumn
I wish I were a maple leaf.
Send a touch of warm color to the earth.
I like maple leaves.
I like its indomitable character.
When snow and ice cover the sky,
When the flowers fall
Maple leaves all over the mountains.
But it's as red as a flame
Announce to the world:
Life will never be exhausted.
A modern poem about the Double Ninth Festival, 4. Mountaineering on the Double Ninth Festival.
Autumn leaves are cool.
Mountain of emotion
Nanshantou
Leaves are everywhere.
In desolation
Feel the west wind of the ancient road
Vicissitudes 5. Feelings
Looking at the shadow in the wind is thin.
Wangdao white pine
Still green and fuzzy.
Jiujiu double festival
Double ninth festival reappearance
Today's thoughts fly south.
Nanshanpan
How many lovers?
Treble song
Tell one's loneliness
Modern double ninth festival poem 5 1, the feeling of double ninth festival
Chrysanthemum 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.
2. "Chongyang Gordon"
Author/Liu
The hand of life has brought us closer.
Intimacy, hot talk, friends' hearts live up to expectations.
Only one side has beautiful clearance.
A knowing smile opens up the brilliance of spring flowers.
Meet Chongyang, climb high and look far.
Chest and nest are full of vitality.
The rope of will is still as hard as steel.
Ah, life. Ah, friend.
Because of our fantasy mentality,
Add more beauty to life.
Autumn sun warms the heart, and red leaves shed tears.
A deep sigh inspires you and me.
Step on the steam wheel of youth.
Next year, I will call mountains and rivers colorful.
3. "Double Ninth Festival"
1999 Chongyang's ambition is unknown.
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.
4. "Tonight, Chongyang"
Author/Qian Shan Feng Chu
Take off your biting cold clothes.
Run wild on the green field.
Through the flame
Under the scorching sun
Meet a smiling lotus.
The bright eyes of April deeply touched the sadness of September.
How can I manage a period of history carelessly?
Let you bow your head in tenderness
Plant the sadness of my life.
Tonight is the Double Ninth Festival in September.
Borrow a pot of nostalgia
Du Zhuo west window
Accompanied by the bright moon from time to time
Tongshi Jinsha Laojiao
But it's hard to get back to the old sauce.
sadder
sadder
Who can ride a horse?
Drive away my barren desolation
5. "Chongyang"
Author/Jiang Yuzhong
Since that full moon
You are me.
Another straw in the acacia river
Since it's grass
I don't hold out much hope.
But there is still hope.
I think it's better than nothing.
Cuncunbian
That rugged hill.
But there are white-haired people every year.
Be careful of this day, be careful. ...
I don't know how much autumn water I have seen through.
Yiren, still here.
Shuiyifang
6. Double Ninth Festival in September
Author/Laughter Mania
Chongyang in September
The homesick ribbon is wrapped around the branch.
In the sigh of yellow leaves
It's the melancholy of dreams.
aim for the highest?
The sunset looks sad.
The whimper of a goose
Play the strings of autumn insects
Land thousands of miles away
White-haired parents
In the smile of chrysanthemum
Turned into crazy tears