Double Ninth Festival Dexiao Poem 1 Chrysanthemum will be double ninth when it is yellow.
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.
Double Ninth Festival Dexiao Poem 2 The late autumn sun is walking in the clouds.
The moon shyly disappeared beside it,
Like a long-lost girl,
Still stay in my fiery eyes.
During the festival, I didn't go climbing.
My heart stands above Yunfeng,
First of all, I wish my parents double health.
Then I wish people who drink too much happiness and prosperity.
I didn't go to the suburbs to enjoy chrysanthemums either.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums filled my chest,
First of all, I'd like to propose a toast to the happiness of my relatives.
Then I wish those who drink and enjoy chrysanthemums a prosperous business.
There is no chrysanthemum wine to taste,
My heart is rolling its nectar,
I clinked glasses with distant drinkers,
Let's drink to aged white wine.
I'll drink the rest,
To the girl who loves me, 200 cups of toast,
Drink 300 cups to aliens who hate me,
May you be brilliant from now on.
Tomorrow we will go our separate ways,
I'm going to hit the roaring waves,
No matter what kind of storm you encounter,
I will bear it without complaint.
I imagine that one day,
There is only one drop of water left in the dry ocean.
For your health, I also want to drink water as wine.
Drink the coolness of that drop of water.
Or, the huge bubble burst,
The old system is hard to stop the crisis,
Before I fell down, I made wine with my own blood,
I'd like to propose a toast to you, too, and thank you for surviving the dark times.
The poem of filial piety on Double Ninth Festival has been weak for three years,
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.
The poem of filial piety on Double Ninth Festival is 4 years 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
Five filial piety poems on the Double Ninth Festival floated from the Book of Changes to the world.
You, Double Ninth Festival
someone says that
You are the kind of superstitious person.
The ancient "spell"
The sun is jumping up and down
How many years have you broken?
You smell of alcohol.
Drunk drinking chrysanthemums everywhere.
Finger pointing
Those Qin bricks and Han tiles
It went up in smoke.
I wonder how many people propose a toast to you.
You sent me away.
Who will have a private life with you for life?
You only need those two or three glasses of thin wine to have you.
Repeated drinking,
But forget the person who misses you.
What surprises you is the blooming chrysanthemums.
The cold wind blew off the stars and the moon.
Wake you up from your dreams.
You are in the legendary swordsman.
Still going its own way, the spring breeze is still ten miles away.
No wine and no chrysanthemums tonight.
Imagine drinking a cup of cool autumn on earth.
With that nameless little flower.
In the myth of drunkenness,
Listen to the cold wind rustling and shake off the flames.
Wipe the mirror in autumn and sleep in the sun.
Double Ninth Festival Virtue and Filial Piety Poetry 6 Double Ninth Festival
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
The Double Ninth Festival is only about wine in my hometown.
In the morning, my father always drinks two grains of corn to burn.
Go up the hill with a hoe.
People are taller than mountains, and shadows are longer than mountains.
Every day, other old people in the village happen to coincide.
Or carrying an overhead, or carrying a basket.
With a sickle and laundry list in his hand
Obviously to harvest autumn.
Afraid that the coming snow and ice will block the land.
Every year when the weather is fine.
Dashan is very busy at this time of year.
The face of the blind date is full of joy for a year.
Today is Chongyang, and the sun has risen.
I stood in the south and took a look.
A father who is nearly old and has not recovered from a long illness.
Did you have another glass of wine?
Climbed the mountain early in the morning.
Double Ninth Festival Virtue and Filial Piety Poem 8 My Missing
These are warm hands.
black armband
Cover my tears
My memory starts from that winter.
The sequel continues to this day
Every memory is the comfort of my silence.
I can't give up.
Your crutches
It touched my heart.
I miss it.
evenings
The blessing of rest is like you are by my side.
Look at me tenderly
A dream that dare not disturb
Is it too old?
Many memories have been lost.
Your color is in my mind.
Keep deeply
Something I haven't said.
You don't understand.
I like your story.
It's a black and white place where I can't write.
The scene is sometimes blurred.
Sometimes tangled
My tears fell inexplicably.
see you again
Old man, I live without you.
Like hay at your grave.
Seeds left by the wind
Germination gives off the smell of loneliness.
Poem 9 About Filial Piety in Double Ninth Festival Today we are grasping customs and climbing stairs.
Calmly unfold the old days to describe homesickness.
Yuan Ye, Ma Pingchuan, also has boundless autumn waters.
There is also a sky and a color.
The low-altitude rotation of the array brought colorful sunset clouds.
Warm Yi Deng, old Yi Deng, only Yi Deng.
Let the soft heart get rid of the cold autumn.
It happened in the first frost, and you can imagine it without inserting Evodia rutaecarpa all over your body.
The lights in my hometown are very dim. Chrysanthemum dressing up
Standing on a sunny hillside, waving goodbye to migratory birds moving south.
Everything is transparent, but I can't bear to tell the truth.
Take a sip of Gui Xiang's past.
Drunk to death, simply reach your legend.
On the yellowed title page of that Tang poem
Looking for your trace
How big is the wind and rain with a flick of a finger?
How many times is the difference between Qin's moon and Han's?
Only the vicissitudes of life are moss-colored, rendering the bleak world.
From now on, we must be pregnant with Chongyang and climb high to drink.
Close at hand, no sadness.
Poems on the Double Ninth Festival 10 Dear grandparents
The teacher told us
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival.
I don't know what Chongyang means yet.
but
come to think of it
September 9th is a holiday for grandparents.
Dear grandparents
Mom and dad told us
Be sure to be filial to your grandparents
I still don't understand what filial piety means.
but
come to think of it
Filial piety means listening to grandparents.
Dear grandparents
Everyone says
Grandparents are old.
We want to make grandparents happy.
Don't make grandparents angry.
I told my friend.
Let grandparents have a holiday every day.
So grandparents can be happy every day.
Dear grandparents
I love you from the bottom of my heart
I want to start today.
Sing to you every day.
Dance for you every day.
Grandma and grandpa.
Do you like it?
If you like, kiss my little face.
Double Ninth Festival 1 1 Here is a poem about filial piety when dogwood replaces the wind.
When the sky is overcast again
When my thoughts stop
When the petals of chrysanthemums fly with them
My idea is beyond your understanding.
Take what you don't know.
Depth is my deep wound.
Loneliness is my neighbor.
Under the deep mountain peak
Leng Yue is shrouded in fog.
Only the Polaris next to it.
In a faint swagger
As dazzling as tears.
The maple trees on the roadside are red again.
There are more and more pedestrians on the road.
Bitter water, I can't wait.
September 9(th)
peak
Give you the best.
The best silence
of course
And missing
And Chongyang