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 Dynasty: Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems of Langtaosha (I)
The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.
Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Don: Lu's trip on September 9th.
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.
Tang dynasty: Li Bai's nine-day Longshan drink
On the ninth day of the Longshan banquet, yellow chrysanthemums were in full bloom.
Watching the autumn wind blow off my hat, moon, moon, moon.
Tang Dynasty: Accompany Dr. Feng to Mount No.9..
On the ninth festival, we all drink chrysanthemum wine and climb mountains, which is the same as the traditional custom.
The general management of the army, that kind of strictness, often makes people feel a chill.
The flute sounds bleak and shocked the south, and the beautiful songs intoxicated the frontier clouds.
On the one hand, fortunately, there was no war, and thanks to your grace, the garrison army was able to entertain and dance drunk.
A nine-character poem.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
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.
Bai Juyi: Mujiangyin
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
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