The poems about respecting and loving the elderly in the Double Ninth Festival are as follows:
1. It happened on September 1th, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai. Climb the mountain yesterday, and lift it again today. Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it's a double ninth festival.
2. Feng He was lucky to climb to the top of Linwei Pavilion on the 9th, Tang Dynasty, Wei Yingwu. On the ninth festival, you have to make a move. The golden wind flutters the chrysanthemum, and the jade dew weeps the dogwood branches. Looking at eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy. Deep in the face should be just around the corner, so do not forget the danger.
3. on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong, Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.
4. Visit Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th, Tang Dynasty, Lu Zhaolin. Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I returned to my heart and looked at the wind and smoke. In another country, drinking golden flower wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
5. Bai Juyi was endowed with white chrysanthemums at the Double Ninth Festival. A yard of chrysanthemum golden yellow, there is a cluster of flowers in the middle of the flowers are so lonely. Like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.
On the 6th and 9th, Qi Mountain ascended the mountain, and in the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu. The river reflected the autumn shadow geese just south fly, about friends with the wine with the Flagon hill. The world is troubled with a smile, and the chrysanthemum blooms when it is in full bloom. However, I will pay for the festival as much as I can, and I will not hate it when I board. Life is short history, after all, why, like qi jinggong to tears in the eyes.
7. Zuihuayin Chongyang, Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao. The mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain sells the golden beast. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Mo Tao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
8. Xiangzi Qixi, Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao. The grass is singing, and the phoenix tree is shocked. There is a deep sorrow in the world and in the sky. Cloud terrace and moon land, locked up thousands of times. If you come and go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years. Want to leave love, don't hate being poor. Petunia Weaver, it is nothing but separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy.
9. Jiuri Mountain trip, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi. The wind on the mountain road smells of grass and trees, and Chongyang gathers clothes. Try to climb to the top and look at the countryside. It's even more heartbreaking to worry about wine.
on the 1th and 9th, I was pregnant with my brother, in the Tang Dynasty, and I was not bored. Chongyang remembers friends and lives, and his thoughts are endless. It's a holiday in the guest, and the end of the world is at this time. It is difficult to make a poem by thinking hard. Sighing at the moon sky, but knowing it.