On the double ninth festival poems 1 double ninth festival,
Be healthy every year.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation,
Beautiful vision.
Endowment security,
The medical card flashed.
Have fun,
Enjoy a long life
Filial piety,
* * * Good luck.
Festivals are festive,
All the people are rejoicing.
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 2 Double Ninth Festival cries in the autumn rain, and the misty clouds in the mountains are far away.
Thick clouds drift to the southeast with the wind, bringing you love and thoughts.
It's October since I left in early winter, and I sleep with my dreams.
How much love and sorrow, when we meet again after a long separation.
Poetry 3: Double Ninth Festival
The valley in Lan Qi welcomes the rising sun, and the hedge in Jin Ju.
Larks are singing at the top of Dongshan Mountain, and the leaves of birch forest are yellow.
The clear sky swept over the returning geese, waiting for Takatenjin's flight.
Far away, I forgot my wine today.
About the Double Ninth Festival Poetry 3. Climb high and look far, and enjoy autumn scenery.
Year after year, Chongyang wins spring,
Red clouds in the western sky sent the sunset,
The sun rises in the east.
Hundreds of millions of old people celebrate this festival.
Laughing and singing, chasing dreams.
Poem 4 about Double Ninth Festival Tomorrow will be another Double Ninth Festival.
Snow and mountains enter the lake.
I don't know if it is cold in autumn,
I can still feel the wind and frost on my face.
On the double ninth festival poems,
Festivals in China,
On this day,
I miss my old mother,
And my dead father.
The footsteps of the years,
In such a hurry.
The scene in the past,
Like a dream.
In my opinion,
A light flash.
At first light,
Father has a fishing rod in his hand.
Go fishing by the river.
Mother surrounded us,
Tell a story about the Double Ninth Festival.
Ten minutes at night,
Father is singing,
Return with a full load.
Looking back,
In the past Everything,
It's unforgettable.
Walking on the road of wandering,
For an instant,
The Double Ninth Festival is coming again.
At this moment, I,
I can't help but leave tears of missing.
Double ninth festival,
Every year, the Double Ninth Festival,
Wandering me,
No longer confused.
Years are long,
Affectionate,
Wandering me,
I just want to say to my mother,
Mom, you have worked hard!
Poetry about Double Ninth Festival 6. China is full of joy.
Two civilizations set up a rainbow.
Every double ninth festival,
Millions of children are happy.
Urban and rural grassroots cadres,
The expression of sympathy for the old man.
Leave a figure in the nursing home,
Heart to heart like a boy.
Into the mountain village, into the courtyard,
The left-behind old people are happy to meet each other.
Garrison troops to express their true feelings,
The medic went to his house.
Teenagers help clean up,
The performance was intoxicating.
The industry window is old,
Give priority to new styles.
Poetry about Double Ninth Festival 7 Afternoon Mountain Village
Very quiet and warm.
sun
Shining tiles on the roof
Come inside.
just right
Get busy
Grandma.
Little grandson outside the house
Use a mirror.
Put sunshine
It is also reflected in grandma.
Talk while taking pictures.
Grandma has two suns.
The child was unintentional.
Grandma didn't realize anything either.
suddenly
The phone in the room rang.
The little grandson bounced.
Run into the house
Connect the phone
On Double Ninth Festival Poem 8 "Night of Double Ninth Festival"
Who broke it?
/kloc-the sun 0/200 years ago
Leaving a sky full of silvery white fragments.
Blinking coldly
People define it as a star in a serious way, and some people say it is exquisite.
Some people say it shines brightly.
Some people say it's the eyes of relatives.
Some people say it is the home of the souls of great men in the past.
I can't define
But the weather is cold and sunny, just like my mood.
although
The night in the south is still there.
The weather is sultry and heavy.
Who put the joys and sorrows
/kloc-the moon in 0/200 years.
Hanging on the top of the willow tree in the world of mortals.
Take advantage of its ups and downs.
Eternal hatred does not involve sorrow.
A thousand miles of practice is in vain.
Wandering between Wang Wei's poems and Li Bai's wine
Eternal attachment and loneliness
Review 1200 years ago
1000 stuck in my heart after 200 years.
Destined to live this life.
My voice echoes like an empty valley.
The lingering sadness.
On the night of the Double Ninth Festival
In the noisy streets of southern China.