Modern Poetry Since the Double Ninth Festival 1 Full Moon on September 9th.
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
September 9th Double Ninth Festival Modern Poetry 2 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.
September 9th Double Ninth Festival Modern Poetry March 9th Double Ninth Festival
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
September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, modern poetry,
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.
September 9, Double Ninth Festival, modern poetry, five-year-old Chongyang,
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!
September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, Modern Poetry 6 When Cornus officinalis replaced 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
September 9th Double Ninth Festival Modern Poetry July 9th Double Ninth Festival
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
September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, modern poetry, 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.
September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, a modern poem,
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!
On September 9th, the modern poem 10 of Double Ninth Festival was getting cold day by day.
Long thoughts disturb people.
Autumn wind urges leaves to fall;
Autumn frost hurts the soul!
Chongyang came again today.
Don't wait until winter comes.
Chilled to know that it will eventually go;
The cry is deep smoke!
Modern poems on the Double Ninth Festival on September 9 1 1 Autumn leaves are cool for the first time.
Mountain of emotion
Nanshantou
Leaves are everywhere.
In desolation
Feel the west wind of the ancient road
Vicissitudes 5. Feelings
Looking at the shadow in the wind is thin.
Wangdao white pine
Still green and fuzzy.
Jiujiu double festival
Double ninth festival reappearance
Today's thoughts fly south.
Nanshanpan
How many lovers?
Treble song
Tell one's loneliness
Double Ninth Festival, a modern poem 12 Double Ninth Festival is only related to wine in my hometown.
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.