Yellow leaves fall in autumn,
The drizzle falls silently,
The flowers moved, and the shadows were fragrant.
After the autumn harvest, the millet returned to the warehouse.
The autumn wind is beautiful. It's the Double Ninth Festival.
Zhonggu Temple is located on a high mountain.
Standing high, looking into the distance,
Climb up a rock and look into the distance.
Swallows fly south everywhere,
Tourists wander around, looking forward to the leisurely depths and taking beautiful pictures.
Walking and sighing at Gu Lou,
Clear voices, poets, echoed in the mountains and valleys.
The breeze blows,
The fragrant fragrance fell in front of the fence.
The soul is pulled into the dream.
2. Double Ninth Festival, written by Cheng _ (Modern).
You raised me, I grew old with you,
The kindness of parents is hard to repay in a lifetime.
The hardship of parenting, the diligence of parenting,
Your selflessness to your children,
I know your happiness is in my heart,
Is to be filial to your children,
Your happiness,
Is the excitement of children and grandchildren,
Parents, watching you weather-beaten,
Looking at your fluttering white hair,
In the hearts of children,
Your health is more important than anything else.
Double Ninth Festival on September 9,
Harvest in autumn,
This is the best greeting to the elderly.
I know what it's like to be a parent at this moment,
I know,
As a child, I want to hear your nagging most at this time.
I wish parents in the world a long and healthy life.
May the children of the world be virtuous and filial,
In the harmonious family of the motherland,
Speaking of it, the years are beautiful.
3, the feeling of the Double Ninth Festival, author: desert escaper (modern).
Sunshine always wants to smooth,
Every pain and bump,
The smile of wild chrysanthemum,
Warm in the wandering wind,
Let my pace be faster than the wind,
Deliberately choose such a person,
A moment of comfort,
Hold a heart ceremony,
On the top of my hometown,
Lonely shadows are higher than mountains,
Look around, touch the painful eyes,
Than a forest full of fallen leaves,
And depression.
4, "Double Ninth Festival", author: Qianfu (modern).
Women are trees, men are roads,
Green leaves are the bright eyes of spring,
A grass has just passed through,
Weeping rainy season,
Until I passed through the autumn waters of a thousand years,
I didn't wait for the big bird promised in my last life.
A big tree is full of promises,
Finally, in the middle of the night at the beginning of the golden wind,
It collapsed overnight,
Standing behind the Double Ninth Festival,
I heard that A Jin Zhu,
Hidden in my heart,
The sound that blooms quietly,
If you can be with a bird,
Zero distance contact with spring,
Then you can have sex,
Compress the heart-to-heart contact to zero distance.
5, "Double Ninth Festival", author: the memory of right ear grass (modern).
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.