99 Double Ninth Festival Poetry 1
When Kornas changes the wind here.
When the sky is overcast again
When my thoughts stop
When the petals of chrysanthemums fly with them
My idea is beyond your understanding.
Take what you don't know.
Depth is my deep wound.
Loneliness is my neighbor.
Under the deep mountain peak
Leng Yue is shrouded in fog.
Only the Polaris next to it.
In a faint swagger
As dazzling as tears.
The maple trees on the roadside are red again.
There are more and more pedestrians on the road.
Bitter water, I can't wait.
September 9(th)
peak
Give you the best.
The best silence
of course
And missing
And Chongyang
Double ninth festival poem 2
I came earlier this year.
Step by step, through the spring
Walking through summer, slowly approaching the depths of autumn.
All the flowers are rusty and dull in color.
Lifeless. They were bound in the wind.
Autumn birds fly around, and their songs are bleak.
The sky is getting higher and higher.
Deliberately avoid the crowd.
Chrysanthemum sunshine be careful
Climb into ruins
Wandering alone in autumn
I reached out and gently stroked the flower dew.
But I touched some flowers.
Double ninth festival poem 3
Chongyang is a bunch of dogwood.
A Huang Ju. It is swaying in the autumn wind.
Highland is a blessing.
A glass of sake. Be stationed in scraggy.
Hilltop
It unfolds in a sincere manner.
Time is a post of affection and friendship.
Take a break, and then put us
Put it back and continue to wander the rivers and lakes.
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 4
Autumn rain is cold. Loneliness in September
Autumn water ups and downs
Double Ninth Festival, over the frosted flowers on the glass window.
Dropping along the veins of chrysanthemums
At our feet. family
Longing for a complete blessing
Render the plot into pieces of memory
Pave a flat passage.
How to go is up to us.
Heal someone's soul
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 5
Chongyang, in my hometown, is only related to wine.
In the morning, my father always drinks two grains of corn to burn.
Go up the hill with a hoe.
People are taller than mountains, and shadows are longer than mountains.
Every day, other old people in the village happen to coincide.
Or carrying an overhead, or carrying a basket.
With a sickle and laundry list in his hand
Obviously to harvest autumn.
Afraid that the coming snow and ice will block the land.
Every year when the weather is fine.
Dashan is very busy at this time of year.
The face of the blind date is full of joy for a year.
Today is Chongyang, and the sun has risen.
I stood in the south and took a look.
A father who is nearly old and has not recovered from a long illness.
Did you have another glass of wine?
Climbed the mountain early in the morning.
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 6
Who broke it?
/kloc-the sun 0/200 years ago
Leaving a sky full of silvery white fragments.
Blinking coldly
People define it as a star in a serious way, and some people say it is exquisite.
Some people say it shines brightly.
Some people say it's the eyes of relatives.
Some people say it is the home of the souls of great men in the past.
I can't define
But the weather is cold and sunny, just like my mood.
although
The night in the south is still there.
The weather is sultry and heavy.
Who put the joys and sorrows
/kloc-the moon in 0/200 years.
Hanging on the top of the willow tree in the world of mortals.
Take advantage of its ups and downs.
Eternal hatred does not involve sorrow.
A thousand miles of practice was in vain.
Wandering between Wang Wei's poems and Li Bai's wine
Eternal attachment and loneliness
Review 1200 years ago
1000 stuck in my heart after 200 years.
Destined to live this life.
My voice echoes like an empty valley.
The lingering sadness.
On the night of the Double Ninth Festival
In the noisy streets of southern China.
99 double ninth festival poem 7
My thoughts
These are warm hands.
black armband
Cover my tears
My memory starts from that winter.
The sequel continues to this day
Every memory is the comfort of my silence.
I can't give up.
Your crutches
It touched my heart.
I miss it.
evenings
The blessing of rest is like you are by my side.
Look at me tenderly
A dream that dare not disturb
Is it too old?
Many memories have been lost.
Your color is in my mind.
Keep deeply
Something I haven't said.
You don't understand.
I like your story.
It's a black and white place where I can't write.
The scene is sometimes blurred.
Sometimes tangled
My tears fell inexplicably.
see you again
Old man, I live without you.
Like hay on your grave.
Seeds left by the wind
Germination gives off the smell of loneliness.
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 8
Since that full moon
You are me.
Another straw in the acacia river
Since it's grass
I don't hold out much hope.
But there is still hope.
I think it's better than nothing.
Cuncunbian
That rugged hill.
But there are white-haired people every year.
Be careful of this day, be careful. ...
I don't know how much autumn water I have seen through.
Yiren, still here.
Shuiyifang
Double Ninth Festival Poetry 9
The hand of life has brought us closer.
Intimacy, hot talk, friends' hearts live up to expectations.
Only one side has beautiful clearance.
A knowing smile opens up the brilliance of spring flowers.
Meet Chongyang, climb high and look far.
Chest and nest are full of vitality.
The rope of will is still as hard as steel.
Ah, life. Ah, friend.
Because of our fantasy mentality,
Add more beauty to life.
Autumn sun warms the heart, and red leaves shed tears.
A deep sigh inspires you and me.
Step on the steam wheel of youth.
Next year, I will call mountains and rivers colorful.
99 Double Ninth Festival Poetry 10
Chongyang in September
The homesick ribbon is wrapped around the branch.
In the sigh of yellow leaves
It's the melancholy of dreams.
aim for the highest?
The sunset looks sad.
The whimper of a goose
Play the strings of autumn insects
Land thousands of miles away
White-haired parents
In the smile of chrysanthemum
Turned into crazy tears
99 double ninth festival poems 1 1
Double ninth festival,
Be healthy every year.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation,
Beautiful vision.
Endowment security,
The medical card flashed.
Have fun,
Enjoy a long life
Filial piety,
* * * Good luck.
Festivals are festive,
All the people are rejoicing.
99 Double Ninth Festival Poetry 12
Double ninth festival,
It's Chongyang again today.
Fortunately, I climbed the red mountain.
Feel relaxed and happy,
The sky is vast,
A cool breeze.
Heaven and earth,
On each side,
Blue sky and white clouds are far away.
Tender attachment,
Soft,
The family is still long!