The Double Ninth Festival to the Old Man
Maple leaves,
The traces of wind knives and frost swords are printed by you,
So, you are determined and mature,
bright as fire, decorating the cliff.
Sunset,
You wrote down the vicissitudes of life,
So, you are warm and calm,
crimson as blood, setting off Danxia.
Old man,
last romance's melody is written by you,
So, you are calm and affectionate. You,
are as mellow as wine, calm and open-minded.
Maple leaves, sunset and old people,
flower of life is blooming in the afterglow.
is a group of poems with strong late feelings, and
is a group of paintings with lasting beauty.
I sincerely wish all the old people in the world good health, happiness and longevity.
picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang
Life is easy, but old age is hard,
Year after year,
Today, yellow flowers are especially fragrant in the battlefield.
The autumn wind is strong once a year,
it is not like spring,
it is better than spring,
it is like Wan Li frost on a vast river.
Chongyang
The graves of grandparents and parents
are the heights of Chongyang
They are tired all their lives
They are buried in the land
Silent chrysanthemums
After the visitors left, they thanked
The pot of chrysanthemum wine and two lines of clear tears
It cooled quietly < Yearning for lovesickness in Chongyang unites my heart
Who said that after the autumn wind, it's all bleak
Ascending to the distant horizon, the forest is all dyed
Just like my thoughts have set sail
Listening to autumn insects singing, autumn leaves falling off the branches
Seeing the sky is high and the clouds are pale, migratory birds flying south
How I wish I could fly back to the good old days
Holding hands to relive yesterday's affection
In September, lovesickness in Chongyang broke off in a foreign land
Adhere to
September 9th
In September, September 9th,
climb mountains and drink chrysanthemum wine,
wear cornus to avoid *,
eat flower cakes and live longer.
September 9th, September 9th,
When Chongyang arrived, my grandparents laughed.
I invited them to eat sweet cakes, and my mother praised me for my good baby.
"Tonight, Double Ninth Festival
Author: Feng Chu, Qianshan
shed his biting cold clothes
ran wildly on a piece of green
passed a flame
met a smiling lotus in the hot sun
April's bright eyes made me feel sad in September
How could I accidentally run a history
let you stay in the sun. I
am the old cellar of Jinsha
but it's hard to pick up the old maotai flavor
melancholy
melancholy
Who will ride my horse
to drive away my barren desolation?