1, vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Author: Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
2. Nine days
Author: Vincent
After three years, I was not at home when it was opened. When is today's wine, suddenly it has become the flower of the old garden.
Wild clouds connect trees, and wild geese gather sand in cold. Boarding Infinity, where is Wangjing China?
3. "Picking Mulberry Seeds for Chongyang"
Author: Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring,
Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
4. "White Chrysanthemum at Chongyang Banquet"
Author: Bai Juyi
A yard full of golden chrysanthemums with a bunch of flowers in the middle, the flowers are so lonely.
Just like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.
5, "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worried for Ever"
Author: Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
6. Li's Credentials to the Soviet Union on the Double Ninth Festival
Author: Bai Xingjian
What do you mean by surrender? Poverty and famine in early September. Sanqiu Foreign Land Festival, an old friend's book.
I have no love for wine, and I have more than enough thoughts. Feeling lonely in time and space, I hesitate for nostalgia.
Wild geese cross the flat sand, and the desert is empty. Looking up to the south, covering tears for Pisces.
7. "There are works in the Double Ninth Festival"
Author: Du Xunhe
First, Chongyang ancient platform, no one saw chrysanthemum chaos.
Stealing white hair is funny, and locking gold is sad.
In childhood, everyone is old, and fighting for wasteland will not be fulfilled.
Everybody clap your hands and sing loudly. Don't go back until the sun goes down.
8. "Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu"
Author: Meng Haoran
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
9. "Xie Xinen Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay"
Author: Li Yu
Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It's another Double Ninth Festival. The balcony is on the balcony, and the fragrance disappears.
Purple chrysanthemums, floating in the courtyard, rainy at night in the smoke cage.
The new geese swallow cold sounds and are similar in age.
10, Double Ninth Festival
Author: Gao Shi
The festival is thrilling and beautiful, and the east fence is empty and has not blossomed.
In a hundred years, it will be half official and three already, and five acres will be wasted.
Is there a white coat to peel and peck? One of the black hats leans over.
Really sitting alone scratching his head, the door is rustling and the crow is screaming.