It's September 9 again, and see Chongyang again. Insert dogwood and climb to the top of the mountain, away from the noise of the city and the world.
Chongyang every year, and Chongyang today. Through the spring breeze and summer rain, the sun is like gold and the moonlight is like water. This is a beautiful scenery in autumn.
Climbing high and looking far, a line of herringbone geese fly south. The red leaves all over the mountain are dancing in the autumn wind.
Chongyang listens to songs, and there are childhood memories on the swing of music. The butterfly's light wings make it the most beautiful dancer in autumn.
Chongyang/Xiao, his "prose poems" smell of wine.
An autumn rain moistened the buds of chrysanthemum. Walking on the charming road of Qiu Guang, the chrysanthemums on the roadside are swaying with thoughts, with the fragrance of acacia and the fragrance of smile.
Chrysanthemums bloom in the depths of the soul in the breeze and drizzle. Tender and tender memories, embracing Chongyang. Gently lingering chrysanthemum fragrance, playing an autumn legend with geese.
Autumn is crisp, climbing high and looking far, and the scenery is infinite. Drive away vicissitudes of life and fragrance. Chongyang is all over the mountain, that is, Ming Qiuju.
Chongyang/Xiao, his "prose poems" smell of wine.
Along the wrinkles in autumn, you can see the double ninth festival all year round. Cornus officinalis climbed the mountain with a basket of words, filled with autumn colors and drank chrysanthemum wine.
The wind is clear and the clouds are light, kites are playing in the sky, and I am addicted to my inner desire. A wave of geese and a wave of reeds. Golden ears of grain, soybeans, corn, and five grains harvest happily in the autumn, making the harvest day bright.
It is September 9 again, and laughter leads the years. On the Double Ninth Festival, with the fragrance of wine, we raise our glasses and laugh at the sunset, and happiness ripples in our hearts. ...