Autumn is golden and chrysanthemums are fragrant. I stopped my desire to climb mountains. Can't hold back the feeling of overflowing cups and cups, and the morning bell and evening drum that bloom in my heart like chrysanthemums are proudly exposed to the frost, which is another year's Double Ninth Festival.
Taking advantage of the festive season, let's walk at the peak of autumn chrysanthemum-scented poetry and enjoy the Double Ninth Festival with a different taste. Time regrets the infinite sunset, even at dusk, there is no need to entangle. The white hair on the top of the head is the old wine on September 9 every year, waiting for the years to be unsealed calmly.
Sunlight, like lost gold, filled the boulevard, and all chrysanthemums looked up and waited for an imaginary kiss. Walking on the fallen leaves in autumn, the leaves began to get married. There was no noise, no silence, and my mood shook all over the floor, waiting for the comfort of snowflakes. I imagined a puff of smoke on my feet, which awakened the yellow in the past. The yellow patches were full of thoughts and accumulated poems.
Clouds in October, listening attentively to the words of the years, quietly thinking from far to near in late autumn. The hand of time, touching the thick breath of the Double Ninth Festival, profligate, and the poem that falls in the eyes is clean and bright.
Climb high and look far, step into the feelings of "chrysanthemum moon", miss, touch the heartstrings at the moment, hold a thought, find an eternity, miss the relatives in my hometown and miss the old friends in the distance. The Double Ninth Festival is deeply engraved with the theme of missing.
There is also a nice name in September of the lunar calendar, called "Gathering the Moon". Looking around, all over the mountains, Jin Ju is in full bloom, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom, showing the firmness and nobility of life. Her posture of holding her head high makes the wind and frost less rampant and makes the earth particularly charming. Double Ninth Festival, the scenery is as beautiful and lovely as chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang.
On this day, the wanderer shared the feelings of big bags and small bags during the trip with his parents. The fragrance overflowing from the glass has already permeated the osmanthus trees that are unwilling to be lonely outside the old house. In the autumn sunshine, parents' hearty laughter has been placed in the middle of the yard, turning it into the best food, reflecting their bright comfort like chrysanthemums. On the Double Ninth Festival, this filial piety flows like a stream, tinkling.