Modern poetry about the Double Ninth Festival for fourth grade

One

The attractive new green of spring

The deafening thunder of midsummer

There are always a thousand words

If you want to say it, stop it

Acacia on the Double Ninth Festival in September condenses in my heart

Who said that everything is desolate after the autumn wind

Climb high and look into the distance to see the dyed forests

Listen to the autumn insects singing and the autumn leaves falling from the branches

Watch the sky high and the clouds are pale, the migratory birds flying south in formation

Think more Fly back to the good times of the past

Holding hands

Revisiting the family love of yesterday

Double Ninth Festival in September

Love in a foreign land< /p>

Ask all the chrysanthemums and it’s hard to find an acquaintance

My hometown is thousands of miles away and I hope to dream together tonight

A message from the red leaves

Unchanging is mine. Persistence< /p>

Two

Double Ninth Festival in September

A longing for a foreign land

It is hard to find an acquaintance after asking around the chrysanthemums

Hometown Thousands of miles away, I wish to dream together tonight

Message from red leaves

Unchanging is my persistence

Three

Listen to the singing of autumn insects, autumn leaves fall from the branches Head

Look at the sky high and clear clouds, migratory birds flying south in formation

Thursday

October Festival

It’s here again

The sultry golden color of autumn.

The meager wind and frost in early winter

There are also thousands of words

I still want to stop talking

October is golden

Missing each other and looking at the world

Mo Yan: After the autumn frost comes, there is only ice and cold

Walking in the Autumn Garden

Golden Ying is in full bloom

Just like my youth The wheel is dyed yellow by golden chrysanthemums.

Look at the fallen branches and leaves

The cicadas are leisurely among the flowers

Listen to the low hum of the autumn wind

The long cry of wild geese in the sky

Thinking too much, I also jumped up to the lush Four Hundred Spins

On the Fingertips of the Journey

Renewing the Past Glory

October Golden

Xintian wanders elsewhere

Traveling all over the green mountains, I can’t see the old moon

Thousands of old people

May we hold the candle together tonight

The wild geese convey their love

Perseverance is my beacon