1999 Double Ninth Festival Modern Poetry 1,
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 Double Ninth Festival Poetry (99).
Long thoughts disturb people.
Autumn wind urges leaves to fall;
Autumn frost hurts the soul!
Chongyang came again today.
Don't wait until winter comes.
Chilled to know that it will eventually go;
The cry is deep smoke!
Modern Poetry III 1999 The Double Ninth Festival has finally passed.
pent-up
homesickness
surging
polymerize
My laughter and tears
Distant relatives.
Are you still busy this afternoon?
I want to share your fatigue.
Sunshine in Tarim
Warm scholar who left home.
Lying on the soft dead leaves
think
Will the home decoration change?
My little bed
Who is lying down now?
Zhuimengdaxue road
ache for one's home
Who can forget?
Modern Poetry 1999 Double Ninth Festival 4 Life is easy, but it is always difficult.
Chongyang is now Chongyang.
The person who wrote this word has been dead for 36 years.
This is a festival for the elderly.
Bring home insane parents.
Is becoming a topic of concern to the whole society.
There are nearly 200 million elderly people over the age of 60 in China.
As a child, I feel responsible.
What the old people want most is that their children can often go home to see them.
I want to warm the loneliness in late autumn with homemade wine.
Today coincides with the first frost solar terms.
It will get colder and colder in the future.
A stranger on holiday in the mountains remembered my brother in Shandong.
Looking for warmth, too
However, if the sky is affectionate, it will be old.
Look at those old eyes that don't even know their own son.
I can't help sighing.
A few years.
You are cruel.
1999-5 The autumn wind and leaves are cool in the modern poems of Double Ninth Festival.
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 Poetry Double Ninth Festival 6 September Double Ninth Festival
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
Modern Poetry 1999 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.
Modern Poetry 1999 Double Ninth Festival,
It's Chongyang again today,
Father is in heaven,
Mother is alone in Chongyang,
Heaven and earth,
Tears fly,
People are disappointed.
1999 Modern Poetry of Double Ninth Festival; Life is easy, but old age is difficult.
Double ninth festival,
It's Chongyang again today,
Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is very strong,
Unlike spring,
Better than spring,
Wan Li frost in the vast river.
Modern Poetry of Double Ninth Festival 10 Stay away from the attractive new green in spring.
Deafening thunder in midsummer
There are always a thousand words.
If you want to talk about it, stop.
In September, I miss you on Chongyang, which unites my heart.
Who said it was bleak after the autumn wind?
The forest in Climbing Horizon is completely stained.
It's like my heart has set sail.
Listen to autumn insects singing and autumn leaves falling from the branches.
Look at the sky, the clouds are high and migratory birds are flying south.
I wish I could go back to the good old days.
Hold your hand and relive yesterday's affection.
In September, Chongyang lovesickness broke off in a foreign land.
It's hard to find a chrysanthemum, and we have known each other.
Thousands of miles away from home, I hope to dream together tonight.
The message of the red leaves remains unchanged, which is my insistence.