Modern poem 1 Chung Yeung Festival, celebrating Chung Yeung Festival, is only related to the 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.
Modern poetry celebrates the Double Ninth Festival 2 when Cornus officinalis changes its style here.
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
Modern poetry praises the Double Ninth Festival for three years.
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
Chongyang-
Modern poetry praising the Double Ninth Festival has been teetering for four 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 modern poem (5) praising the Double Ninth Festival has been banished from the Book of Changes.
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.
Modern poetry celebrates the Double Ninth Festival 6. The sun walks in the clouds in late autumn.
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.
Modern poetry celebrates the Double Ninth Festival when chrysanthemum 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.