1, a modern poem describing the Double Ninth Festival, fell into the world from the Book of Changes.
You, Double Ninth Festival
someone says that
You are one of those superstitious people.
The ancient "spell"
The sun is jumping up and down
How many years have you broken?
You smell of alcohol.
Drunk drinking chrysanthemums everywhere.
Finger pointing
Those Qin bricks and Han tiles
It went up in smoke.
I wonder how many people propose a toast to you.
You sent me away.
Who will have a private life with you for life?
You only need those two or three glasses of thin wine to have you.
Repeated drinking,
But forget the person who misses you.
What surprises you is the blooming chrysanthemums.
The cold wind blew off the stars and the moon.
Wake you up from your dreams.
You are in the legendary swordsman.
Still going its own way, the spring breeze is still ten miles away.
No wine and no chrysanthemums tonight.
Imagine drinking a cup of cool autumn on earth.
With that nameless little flower.
In the myth of drunkenness,
Listen to the cold wind rustling and shake off the flames.
Wipe the mirror in autumn and sleep in the sun.
Modern poetry describes Double Ninth Festival 2 Chongyang Festival.
The most beautiful time
A cool breeze
Play a beautiful melody
Compose a movement of love
smile
Towards home.
sunlight
Warm in my heart
Come home with me to see my parents.
walk into
That kind village
Father and mother
Looking forward to the village entrance
Tears filled my eyes.
An affectionate glance
Duan Xiangzhe
My happy face
Long-lost warmth
Warm my heart.
There is Chongyang in 99.
Chrysanthemum smells good.
time
Tell a story of love
Write about the happiness of the old man
Modern poems describing the Double Ninth Festival III. When chrysanthemum is yellow, it is the Double Ninth Festival.
I can't help thinking.
Old father
White-haired mother
It's sunset.
Walking difficulties
Full head cream
How desolate the empty nest is
The child is not around.
Selling vegetables, cooking and buying rice and noodles.
Everything is self-resistance.
I'm bored, but I'm not here.
Tired, thinking of women is also busy.
Grandchildren have their own problems.
It's painful to stay in an empty nest.
Chrysanthemum is yellow, and it is Chongyang.
Children in the world think more.
My parents
How hard life is in the storm.
After hardships and vicissitudes
To this day and age
The children got support.
What is the child's return to his parents?
Play less cards on weekdays.
Shaojin winery
Spend more time with your children and parents.
It is of great significance to appease parents and raise children.
We are both children and parents.
One example at a time.
The virtue of filial piety is passed down from generation to generation.
The modern poem describing the Double Ninth Festival is four years old.
I know what it is.
upland
It's not Lutai or Jinding.
You can see it every day.
Will never come.
It's not birds flying in the sky
It's not rabbits running on the ground.
A mountain is no longer a mountain.
Water is no longer water.
A mirror hanging high in the yamen
Each piece is marked with:
Advanced certificate
Thieves stole the landmark of this city.
Woodpeckers pecked at the emperor's new clothes.
The poet committed suicide.
Sister Furong and Sister Rose have fat arms.
Goods are clearly marked
Hang a meat stall in the vegetable market.
turn on the TV
Soap bubbles I played with when I was a child.
Re-appear
sunny day
I really thought I saw it.
The rainbow in my dream
It didn't rain in Chongyang
Chongyang-
Modern poetry describing the Double Ninth Festival has been five years.
White body, wrinkled face,
Memories are often reversed,
Lonely and cold, sighing.
I worked for my country, too.
Contribute to the construction of the country,
Loyalty, career, selfless desire,
Advanced models have conquered us.
I used to be strong and healthy,
Dare to carry heavy burdens, never complain,
Ups and downs are more tempered,
The more difficult it is, the more forward it is.
Used to be the pillar of the family,
There is no leisure to take care of the elderly and raise children.
Diligence, simplicity and hardship,
Difficult grievances are silently endured.
Don't laugh at old people when you are young.
Decades of beautiful youth,
The path of life is the same,
Acquaintance is fate.
Don't laugh at old people coughing and wheezing.
He is also a strong man,
After all the hardships,
It is a wish to make the country rich.
Don't laugh at the old woman's nagging,
When everyone is handsome,
Tired of my family,
Always worried about your children.
Children should not doubt old people,
Without parents, there is no source,
In order to comfort the elderly,
Come home often when you are free.
Children's filial piety is in sight,
Don't treat filial piety as empty talk,
Children should be filial to their old age,
It's too late to cry.
A hundred books, the book of filial piety, come first.
China's filial piety has been passed down from generation to generation.
Inherit virtue and filial piety,
Social harmony and family happiness.