A poem that looks far and high.

A poem that looks far and high.

1. If you want to climb high but can't walk, who will open the Huang Ju by the hedge? * * * Know that if it is Xunyang County, wang hong will have to deliver wine. -Li Jiayou's Answer to Quanzhou Xuebo's Giving Wine on the Double Ninth Festival.

2. Go to Juhuatan, the west of the village is already slanting. The master went up, and the house was empty. -Meng Haoran, "Looking for the Master of Ju Chi"

3, climb to meet the distance, and hate to say goodbye in spring. Don't believe in Cangzhou, just watch the white crane return. -Cui Tu's "Send a Friend"

4, yellow flowers should be flooded with wine, and the clear moon is good to climb. I'm sorry I came from a humble background, but I work hard for the world. -Zhang said: "Five songs in nine days in Cornus Mountain"

After drinking three cups, I was depressed. When I was ten years old, I got drunk with my friends and have been crawling around for three years. -Zuo Zheng's Ascension to Heaven with Sauer for Nine Days

6. Autumn wind blows yellow, and clear clouds shine on white scales. When I come back, I must ask Connors. How many people are drunk today? -Zhang Wei's Nine-Day Banquet

7. Climbing the mountain yesterday is more exciting today. Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival. -Li Bai's September 10th

8, climbing desire is strong, no one sends wine. I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart. The chrysanthemums around this battlefield are scattered. -Cen Can's "Thinking about Chang 'an's hometown on March 9 (when Chang 'an did not receive it)"

9. Climb the old country, reminisce about the past and face the poor autumn. The setting sun is full of geese, and the cold city is urgent. No one has ever come before, and staying long is the only way to do it. -Gao Shi's Ten Songs of the Song Dynasty

10, Chongyang blocked the rain and grabbed the cup, moving the chrysanthemums to open. It's better to climb the mountain and wait and see, and the solitary smoke shines back to the horse. -Si Kongtu's "Chongyang Block Rain"