1. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worrying Days"
2. It is rare to smile in this world, and you must return home with your head filled with chrysanthemums. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"
3. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and take care of the chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
4. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Sad Days"
5. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees. ——Wang Wei "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th / Recalling Brothers from Shandong on September 9th"
6. When people grow old, their hair turns gray in the west wind, but when butterflies come and go, the flowers will fade away. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Nine Days of Guigui Order"
7. Today is the Double Ninth Festival again, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant. ——Mao Zedong's "Picking Mulberries·Double Ninth Festival"
8. Life is easy but it is difficult to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival is celebrated every year. ——Mao Zedong's "Picking Mulberries·Double Ninth Festival"
9. The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost. ——Bai Juyi's "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet"
10. Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, thousands of miles away, we are saddened by the wild geese.
——Lu Zhaolin's "View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"