From Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty, "Drunken flowers are cloudy, misty clouds are thick, and sorrow is eternal"
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Explanation:
The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull and annoying, and the borneol shines in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body.
I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. How can you not be sad here and now? When the wind blows, the curtain rolls in, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
2, the festive season has never been too long, and the cardiotonic is occasionally drunk.
Su Xun's Nine Days and Duke Wei of Han Dynasty in Song Dynasty.
Visiting at the end of the year is the most incompetent, and Xiao Xiaohua reflected on Qian Jin. I can't bear to wait for the Prime Minister to stay in the East Pavilion and spend time with the Confucian old stage.
The festival has been a long time, and I have spent it from sorrow, and my courage is occasionally drunk. At dusk, I went back to the rain without sleep and opened the new poem a hundred times.
Explanation:
Just when I was old, I walked under Mr. Lie's door, and the golden wine vessel reflected my rustling white hair. Wei Gong is shameless. You value me so much and entertain me. I spent many years in that book compiled by Qutai. How many times the Double Ninth Festival came from sorrow, and how many times I was drunk and courageous. On this stormy night, I was in trouble sleeping, so I got up and wrote new poems over and over again.
3. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
It was published by Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty and sent to Xianshan on September 9th.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Explanation:
Facing the rolling white clouds on the ridge of Beishan Mountain, I, a hermit, can feel the joy myself. I tried to climb the mountain for the distant view, and my mood had already flown away with Hongyan. Sorrow is often an emotion caused by dusk, and interest is often an atmosphere caused by clear autumn.
On the mountain, I always see people returning to the village, walking across the beach and sitting on the ferry to rest. From a distance, the forest on the horizon looks like a shepherd's purse, while the sandbar overlooking the river looks like a crescent moon. When can you bring wine here? Get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
4. Que Yin and Yan Yin tell about the New Year, but so far it is Ma Town and Longqiu.
Huang Furan's Spring Thoughts in Tang Dynasty
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away. I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
Explanation:
Yinggeyan language indicates that the new year is coming, and Mayi's dragon pile is a thousand miles away. I live in the Han Palace next to Beijing, and my heart flies to the border with the bright moon. Brocade palindromes tell the long-lasting hatred of missing, and the flowers upstairs make fun of me and still sleep alone. Excuse me, when will your commander-in-chief Dou Xian return to Yanran?
Abby Tipa is busy everywhere. Whose son is a girl, Qing Duanyang.
Xiao Zhongshan Dragon Boat Festival written by Shu Yong in Yuan Dynasty
Abby Tipa is busy everywhere. Whose son is a girl, Qing Duanyang. Fine winding five-color arm length. Empty melancholy, who will hang Yuanxiang again?
Don't talk about the past. A thousand years of loyalty, the sun shines. Reading Li Sao always hurts. No one can solve it, and the tree turns cold in the afternoon.
Explanation:
Everywhere is busy collecting mugwort and cattail. Whose young men and women will celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival? Five-color ribbons wrapped around arms, singing and dancing. My heart is melancholy. Who else mourns Qu Yuan on Dragon Boat Festival?
Do not judge the past. Qu Yuan's loyalty and righteousness can be compared with the sun and the moon. I always feel sad after reading Li Sao. No one understands my feelings, just enjoying the cool in the shade.