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.
This poem, which has been recited since primary school, should be the most widely circulated and sung ancient poem about the Double Ninth Festival.
"Drunken flowers, thick clouds, eternal sorrow" Song, Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
Yi 'an vulgar ci always has a lingering sadness, and his love for his daughter is unforgettable, which makes him want to love!
Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty: Passing the Old People's Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. A party with a peasant style and a passionate double ninth festival is always unforgettable.
The son of romance is a thing in the autumn suburbs: Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.
After the Double Ninth Festival, the grass on the plain withered and the yellow leaves withered in the strong wind. I remember how high-spirited I was when I rode here for an outing in spring. Now the old place is revisited, bleak, cold and empty. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke diffuses, flying all over the sky, boundless. Life is alive, and the years are fleeting, so we must eat, drink and be merry in time. After spring, I still feel bored. Think about Li Lu's fame and wealth. Don't shoot with wine, splash ink in the sunset.
I also like Nalan's words very much. I still remember that life is as beautiful as love at first sight, as beautiful as love at first sight, as beautiful as Nalan.
Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang
Life is easy when you are old, but difficult when you are old. Every year is Chongyang, and now it is Chongyang. Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
The mind and spirit of a generation of great men, how magnificent, look at the world, focus on ancient and modern times, poetry is also magnificent and magnificent to read!