Poems about filial piety to the elderly on Double Ninth Festival

In normal study, work or life, everyone has seen many classic poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. Do you know what kind of poetry is classic? The following is a poem I wrote to honor the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

I am busy in other people's hometown.

Away from home. over there

I have all my childhood memories.

Whether it is sweet or sour, it is brewed in my hometown.

Give off some homesickness.

Here, the bustling land haunts Chongyang.

This is a voice calling—

Come back, come back

Land slowly. A faint thing

Missing is like a piece of Bo Xue in my hometown.

Gently cover my roots.

Double Ninth Festival, a poem for the elderly, such a dusk.

My idea is

Have a memory alone

Through my childhood

I suddenly found myself among them.

Put chrysanthemums all over your head and neck

Take the soil as the fragrance and interpret the Three Kingdoms.

Looking at the distant city, full of reverie.

That's what I did later

A place to live.

For a moment, I seemed to fall asleep.

Sleeping in the desire for fame and fortune

The dream is full of cold feeling.

Until I woke up, I washed away my homesickness again.

Autumn full of hometown flavor. Over quaint villages

Relatives' faces.

There is goodwill in front of me.

They climbed high and looked out.

Calling my name when I was born in my heart

The fourth poem about filial piety to the elderly I am in the hustle and bustle of the city on the Double Ninth Festival.

Crowded in fame and fortune, I suddenly look back

Homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. Double Ninth Festival

I put my hometown in wine.

Take a sip of burning dizziness.

Then enjoy it.

I am so close to Chongyang.

Be close to your hometown and fantasize about yourself.

A wild goose flying south.

Floating across my home.

Tired wings, looking for landing

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