Thanksgiving poem of Double Ninth Festival

In daily study, work and life, everyone has seen many classic poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are my gratitude poems (7 in total) about the Double Ninth Festival, which are welcome for your reference and I hope to help you.

Thanksgiving Poem on Double Ninth Festival 1 year old.

I know what it is.

upland

It's not Lutai or Jinding.

You can see it every day.

Will never come.

It's not birds flying in the sky

It's not rabbits running on the ground.

A mountain is no longer a mountain.

Water is no longer water.

A mirror hanging high in the yamen

Each piece is marked with:

Advanced certificate

Thieves stole the landmark of this city.

Woodpeckers pecked at the emperor's new clothes.

The poet committed suicide.

Sister Furong and Sister Rose have fat arms.

Goods are clearly marked

Hang a meat stall in the vegetable market.

turn on the TV

Soap bubbles I played with when I was a child.

Re-appear

sunny day

I really thought I saw it.

The rainbow in my dream

It didn't rain in Chongyang

Chongyang-

Double Ninth Festival Thanksgiving Poem 2 Let's start with

In the spring breeze,

Full of expectations,

From the spring rain in March

In early summer, the green willows are shaded,

Go to the pond full of lotus flowers

Green Vitamin, you and I stretch.

Beautiful figure,

The shade of trees drove away the summer heat.

The heart of a flower,

Cloud hair.

The eyes of the moon.

Eye of the star.

You are the most beautiful flower in my heart,

I am the most beautiful sea in your heart.

Let's start with.

Coming in the hot summer rain,

With a strong desire,

From stormy summer.

Go to the cold September.

When chrysanthemums are in full bloom,

When geese fly,

When cinnamon falls,

The moon is like a hook, jade is like frost,

You left in a hurry,

Without taking away a gust of wind and a shower,

A poem and a crescent moon.

You just have to leave,

Leaving the familiar Liu Xiang,

The babbling water lacks the moon.

You just have to leave,

Leaving September when chrysanthemums are in full bloom,

Let laurel fall in September.

Leaving only those sad tears,

A lonely grave in the wilderness,

And graves.

The curved moon.

Every year on this day,

I always think of it.

Think of your smile,

Think about your sadness.

Thinking of your gentle voice,

Think of your warm hands.

Every year tonight,

You will float down from the blue sky,

Walk into my dream, walk into my heart,

Approaching our lost youth and love.

Will you come again tonight?

Acacia people have long been frosty.

Will you still walk into my dream tonight,

Walk into my heart?

Missing. People have.

Blood turns crimson, tears are like ice.

Ghosts and gods on the sansheng stone,

Why can't you take me with you,

Leave this chaotic and noisy world?

Double Ninth Festival Thanksgiving Poem 3 We hold hands.

Go through the vicissitudes of youth

Feel the wind and rain of patrol career together

We are the buds of spring.

Give off the fragrance of the blooming years.

Time is like a song, and we are getting old.

Looking back, we walked through the wind, frost, rain and snow together.

The original appearance has faded, and I still remember the oath of joining the team.

The past is like the wind, and no one remembers what we did.

In the storm, we grew into a strong tree.

Flowers bloom and fall in the long river of the community and encourage each other.

We haven't forgotten our responsibility-patrolling.

We are blooming chrysanthemums, showing the elegance of Ao Shuang.

All the lights are on, and so are the lights.

A group of people shuttled through the vast sea of people.

That's the cutest person-scout.

For many years, we have been used to this kind of life.

Accustomed to patrol days, people are in other places.

Homesick, who can forget?

This is the moment.

We are fulfilling our patrol vows.

"Based on the community and serving the people"

Double Ninth Festival Thanksgiving Poem 4 Chongyang

The most beautiful time

A cool breeze

Play a beautiful melody

Compose a movement of love

smile

Towards home.

sunlight

Warm in my heart

Come home with me to see my parents.

walk into

That kind village

Father and mother

Looking forward to the village entrance

Tears filled my eyes.

An affectionate glance

Duan Xiangzhe

My happy face

Long-lost warmth

Warm my heart.

There is Chongyang in 99.

Chrysanthemum smells good.

time

Tell a story of love

Write about the happiness of the old man

Double Ninth Festival Thanksgiving Poem 5 Today is Double Ninth Festival-Qinyuanchun,

Double ninth festival,

Purple is peaceful,

Dan GUI fu Xiang

Look at a harmonious society,

Peace and prosperity;

He Qing Haiyan,

The sun and the moon add color.

Chinese civilization,

Glory vibrates again,

Unity is strength, and entrepreneurship is busyness.

I have seen it with my own eyes,

It is reform and opening up,

Go to glory.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival.

Looking at the majestic water soup of Dongyue.

Tan asked middle-aged people:

Traveling in the new district,

Appreciate the scenery of South Lake,

Square sightseeing

Trying to gain strength,

Dragon and tiger jump,

Fight, fight.

Working together,

Make every effort to govern,

Write a chapter.

Double Ninth Festival Thanksgiving Poem 6 Chrysanthemum is yellow, and it is Chongyang.

I can't help thinking.

Old father

White-haired mother

It's sunset.

Walking difficulties

Full head cream

How desolate the empty nest is

The child is not around.

Selling vegetables, cooking and buying rice and noodles.

Everything is self-resistance.

I'm bored, but I'm not here.

Tired, thinking of women is also busy.

Grandchildren have their own problems.

It's painful to stay in an empty nest.

Chrysanthemum is yellow, and it is Chongyang.

Children in the world think more.

My parents

How hard life is in the storm.

After hardships and vicissitudes

To this day and age

The children got support.

What is the child's return to his parents?

Play less cards on weekdays.

Shaojin winery

Spend more time with your children and parents.

It is of great significance to appease parents and raise children.

We are both children and parents.

One example at a time.

The virtue of filial piety is passed down from generation to generation.

Thanksgiving poem for Double Ninth Festival: Seven-year-old, frail and tottering,

White body, wrinkled face,

Memories are often reversed,

Lonely and cold, sighing.

I worked for my country, too.

Contribute to the construction of the country,

Loyalty, career, selfless desire,

Advanced models have conquered us.

I used to be strong and healthy,

Dare to carry heavy burdens, never complain,

Ups and downs are more tempered,

The more difficult it is, the more forward it is.

Used to be the pillar of the family,

There is no leisure to take care of the elderly and raise children.

Diligence, simplicity and hardship,

Difficult grievances are silently endured.

Don't laugh at old people when you are young.

Decades of beautiful youth,

The path of life is the same,

Acquaintance is fate.

Don't laugh at old people coughing and wheezing.

He is also a strong man,

After all the hardships,

It is a wish to make the country rich.

Don't laugh at the old woman's nagging,

When everyone is handsome,

Tired of my family,

Always worried about your children.

Children should not doubt old people,

Without parents, there is no source,

In order to comfort the elderly,

Come home often when you are free.

Children's filial piety is in sight,

Don't treat filial piety as empty talk,

Children should be filial to their old age,

It's too late to cry.

A hundred books, the book of filial piety, come first.

China's filial piety has been passed down from generation to generation.

Inherit virtue and filial piety,

Social harmony and family happiness.