1. Poems about reluctance to leave the old man
You can’t be seen on the winding mountain road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
Farewell to Yan Shiyuan
Liu Changqing
The spring breeze leans against the wall of Helv City, and the water country is cold in spring and clear again.
In the drizzle, the wet clothes cannot be seen, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and are silent.
The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and the love of Hunan.
If you meet an acquaintance when you go and ask, Qingpao has now misled Confucian students.
Farewell to Li Duan
Lu Lun
The old pass is full of decaying grass, and it is sad to say goodbye.
The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk snow.
It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult to recognize you late.
Covering your tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust end?
Send to Dr. Yan of Guizhou
Han Yu
The land of Bagui is in southern Hunan.
The river is a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins.
Many households lose green feathers, and each family grows yellow sweetness.
Far better than ascending to immortality, Fei Luan does not pretend to fly.
Xie Ting farewells
Xu Hun
A song of labor explains the boat trip, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building.
Sending people back eastward
Wen Tingyun
The yellow leaves fall from the desolate garrison, leaving the old gate in a grand way.
High wind crossing Hanyang, the first day at Yingmen Mountain.
There are a few people on the river, but I am alone at the end of the world.
Why should we meet again and drink wine to comfort our faces?
Farewell
Lu Guimeng
A husband is not without tears, and he will not shed them during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer.
The viper stings his hand, and the strong man's wrist is freed.
My ambition is fame, so there is no need to sigh in farewell.
Sending Japanese monk Jinglong back
Wei Zhuang
Fusang is already in limbo, and his home is farther east than Fusang.
I will go with my teacher to see who will arrive, a boat with a bright moon and a sail with wind. 2. Poems describing the loneliness and helplessness of the elderly
Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu
The high autumn wind howled in August and rolled up the triple thatched roof of my house. . Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves. Sure enough, I carried the grass into the bamboo, my lips were burnt and my mouth was dry, I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I leaned on myself and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! 3. Poems about the elderly
1. "Deng Le Yuyuan"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.
Translation:
In the evening, I was in a bad mood and drove up to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is already dusk.
2. "Drinking·Part 5"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Translation:
Living in the human world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
Ask me why I can do this. As long as you are ambitious, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the Nanshan Mountain in the distance comes into view.
The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds flying back with their companions.
This contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don’t know how to express it.
3. "The turtle has a long life"
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
Although the turtle has a long life, it still has its time. The tan snake rides on the mist and turns into ashes.
The old man is brave and ambitious. In his old age, the martyr is full of ambition.
The period of profit and contraction is not only in heaven; if you cultivate good fortune, you can gain eternal life.
Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition.
Translation:
Even though the turtle's lifespan is very long, there is still a time when its life will end.
Even though the tan snake can fly in the mist, it will eventually die and turn into ashes.
The old horse lies in the stable, its ambition is still to be able to gallop a thousand miles.
When people with lofty ideals reach their old age, their ambition to make progress will not stop.
The length of human life is not just determined by God.
As long as you take good care of your body and mind, you can also live longer.
I am very lucky to use this poem to express my inner ambition.
4. "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The boys in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! (Death Is Sufficient - Part 1: Death Is Sufficient)
Translation:
In the deep autumn of August, the strong wind roared loudly, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flew across Huanhua Creek and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch was entangled in the tall treetops, and the low-flying thatch fell into the ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak. They had the heart to act like a "thief" and steal things in front of me. They brazenly ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch. I couldn't stop drinking even though I tried my best. When I got home, I leaned on crutches and sighed alone.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy autumn sky gradually turned dark. The cloth quilt has been used for many years and is as cold and hard as iron. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn.
If it rains, there will be no dry place in the whole house, and the raindrops will leak down like drooping twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little sleep time. How can I wait until dawn after a long night when the house is damp and dry?
How to get tens of millions of spacious houses, universally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the house will not be moved by wind and rain, as stable as a mountain. well! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, I will be willing to die even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind and I freeze to death!
5. "River Village"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows in the hall come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.
But if there are old friends offering Lumi, what else can a tiny body ask for?
Translation:
The clear river flows zigzag around the village. During the long summer, everything in the village looks elegant.
The swallows on the beams flew freely, and the white gulls in the water were close to each other and accompanied each other.
The old wife is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fishhook.
As long as an old friend gives me some money and rice, what else can I ask for? 4. Poems reflecting the loneliness of the old man
Today’s people don’t see the moon in ancient times, but today’s moon once shone on the ancients - Tang Li Bai’s “Ask the Wine to the Moon” When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to the blue sky.
——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come to the water melody singer" Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other to form three people. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Drinking Alone under the Moon" The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
——Tang Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" The east boat and the west boat were silent, but I could see the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. ——Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" I went up to the west tower alone without words, the moon was like a hook.
Li Yu The morning mirror is full of worries, but the clouds on the temples have changed. When singing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. Li Shangyin was born in Qingdeng Ancient Buddha Dust.
Ten years of life have been full of thoughts, without thinking, and unforgettable. It is deserted, desolate, and miserable.
------Words by Li Qingzhao In front of a window, alone facing the computer. I feel more sad in my sorrow, and the autumn wind whispers desolately.
If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken? The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, when will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade masonry should be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. .Yuzhu Canxin sheds tears lightly.
Drunk and enjoying the cicadas chirping until dawn. Lingding is accompanied by a handsome lady.
Wrap the red rope to end the fate! Standing alone on a high building, looking across the road to the end of the world. There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that I have seen the swallow return. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a ten-year lamp in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes. Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, I went up to the high building alone and looked to the end of the world. The fortune teller·The missing moon hung tung trees, Su Shi's missing moon hung tung trees, the people were still in the early silence. Who saw the lonely man coming and going alone, the misty and lonely shadow, but he was startled? Looking back, I feel resentful that no one will save me. I picked all the cold branches and refused to live on the lonely sandbank. There is no forget-me-not grass in the world. There is no Mengpo soup in the world. I am worried. I have Erguotou.
I am knocking chess pieces and falling off the lanterns. Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. There is no small suffering in the front, and there is no strong attack in the back.
The waves are rolling down, and the Yangtze River is rolling in. The flooding of the Yellow River is uncontrollable according to law; just like the endless water of the Yangtze River. Cat (55): Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's ancient roads, west wind, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people on the cliff. This feeling can be remembered, but at that time At a loss.
Not seen before ** Not seen behind ○○ I miss the ♂♂ of heaven and earth, but I am alone and sad ♀♀ Under the peach blossom tree, there is a peach blossom nunnery, and there are peach blossom fairies in the peach blossom nunnery. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say goodbye, but I want to say goodbye, but it’s a cool autumn. Li Qingzhao: A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrant red lotus root leaves the jade mat in autumn, I undressed my clothes lightly, and got on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. Flowers fall and water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this situation.
It’s just a frown, but it’s in the heart. Lonely and cold, a widow with an empty window……………………………………………………………………………………………………. Jiang Wan was feeling sad, and I heard partridges deep in the mountains.
The flowers float by themselves, the water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure and sorrow, a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, forming three people in the shadow. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me. My body is temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon. I need to have fun in the spring. My songs are wandering more and more. My dancing shadows are messy. When I wake up, we make love together. When we are drunk, we are separated and travel together forever. We are lonely in Miao Yunhan, but we can enjoy ourselves... Speechless alone. Going up to the west building, the moon is like a hook, the moon is gloomy, the cold moon has poured water alone for ten years, and there is a vast world of life and death. Without thinking, I will never forget the spring grudges. Liu Fangping's screen window is sunset, and it is getting dusk. No one can see the tears in the golden house. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
There is a blue elf on the right side of the left leg and on the left side of the right leg. She is lonely and has never seen a male elf.
I was once intoxicated by the blue sky. I also shed tears because of the mysterious sky. I longed for the rain to pass through the rainbow, and the wind blew through the roses. --- joan_chan I have always been accompanied by the green lamp to the ancient Buddha, and my good looks have been suffering for a long time. Crazy! After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. When spring came last year, the fallen flowers were independent, and the tiny swifts flew together.
I remember the first time I met Xiao Ping, the word "heart" was written in Luo Yi, and the pipa strings said lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds returned to the red candle. When will the Eight Xiaos return? Look at Zhejiang Chaomang Shoes and broken bowls. No one asks which bridge of cherry blossoms I cross. Wandering in a foreign country, no one cares about me. The return to my homeland is far away, lonely, lonely... At dusk, the remaining makeup has been removed, and the west wind outside the window is cold. yarn. Listening to the sound of bananas and drizzle falling, where can I chat with others? Looking through the autumn water, I can't see the return home, and my tears are like numbness.
I miss him and hate him at the same time, holding the red embroidered shoes in my hand to divine the ghost! I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, the dead vines and old trees, the dim crows, the small bridges and flowing water, and the westerly wind and the thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
I keep looking for another person, even if I am blindly happy, only by truly loving each other can I understand what it means to be profound. I keep looking for another person who makes me believe that happiness is real. Is there anything else that can make people more religious? Having you by my side I have the answer. I just bow my head and think in front of the bed. There are no flowers, no wine, no one to persuade me to get drunk, and no one to care about me. When I wake up, I complain about the decaying grass, the cold smoke, and the infinite love. There is a beautiful woman, living in a deep valley; from the clouds The daughter of a good family is scattered among the grass and trees; in the past, there was chaos in Guanzhong, and brothers were killed; no matter how high the official position is, they will not accept relatives; the world is in decline, and everything is changing; the husband is unloving, and the new man is as beautiful as jade; but when he sees the new man, he smiles , I heard the old man crying; the water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid; the weather is cold and my sleeves are thin, and I lean on the bamboo at dusk. Last night, the west wind carved green trees. I went up to a tall building alone and could not see the endless road. My clothes became wider and wider, but I never regretted it. I was so haggard because of her. I searched for her thousands of times in my dreams. Suddenly I looked back. That person was in the dim light. 5. Poems describing the health of the elderly
Live as long as the Nanshan Mountains, and live as long as the East Sea, and live a hundred years.
Live as long as the flowing water of the East China Sea, and live as long as the evergreen pines in the Nanshan Mountains.
The pines are long-lived and the peaches are holding the sun for three thousand years.
The words of the crane are sent to the towering cypresses in the spring and autumn.
First open the Beihai bottle and learn that knowledge is not pure virtue
Green Qi’s thousand-year-old tree staff walks in the spring and autumn forever
The bright moon is in a pond and the lotus fishes in the Wei silk silk sun Long month
Longevity test, great blessings, leisurely elegance, three joys of life
Enjoy the New Year with civilization, carefree life, dove stick and natural protection
Yan Gui Xie Lan's New Year's Sutra The longevity of Yizhuang Chun is not old
Sang Hupeng is determined to be a gentleman in the four directions, and the fortune is in Hong Fanchen
The spring of Yaochi is not old, and the joy of meeting Fangchen is half of Yigang's centenary period
The day in the longevity domain opens auspiciously, saying that there are cabbage in the cup, good fortune and longevity in nine categories
Wang Shuying's graceful jade tree in front of the steps, his golden clothes dancing in front of the steps, reflecting the sun's glory, Jinxuan in the hall, sixty-year-old Fan Chen Jiuwufu< /p>
After three thousand years of peach ripening, the virtuous and seventy-year-old man appeared in the scenery of July 2, and the Magu fairy grass appeared
It takes three thousand years to guide the samadhi to form the Queen Mother's peach blossom< /p>
The number of years in Xuan Pavilion coincides with the time when the toad is round and the peach blossoms are seen in the Yaochi, and it is expected that the crane will rise for thousands of years
Hu Fan Jiuqin, the husband and the son, is happy to have a happy day
Accumulating blessings and prolonging life is predicted by Yi, now it is doubled and the hairpin year
The beginning of Xuan's life span is eight thousand and eighty years
The ninety-five and nine realms of Fan's blessings are complete
Suppose Yuesuo In those days, I was in my sixties for a week and a half
On this day, I wish Xuanling a hundred years of life. Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings. 6. Poems about the elderly
Picking mulberry seeds on the Double Ninth Festival Mao Zedong's life is easy to change, but it is difficult to grow old. Every year he has Double Ninth Festival, and today is the Double Ninth Festival. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery. The vast river and sky are covered with frost. Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my relatives even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei.
It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums. But I will be drunk as a reward for the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.
This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? It will happen on September 10th (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai: I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass again today.
Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter? It suffers from these two double suns. View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.
Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away. Ninth Day in Shuzhong (Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo On the ninth day of the ninth month at Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to send off guests from a foreign land.
Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese are coming from the north. Written on the 9th (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin Don't compare the border areas to the capital. In August, the frost is severe and the grass has withered.
When I went to Denggao to drink wine today, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not. Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.
I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone. On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up to get a branch. Wei Anshi. On the ninth day of the autumn festival, I got a Chenyi.
The chrysanthemums are floating in the golden wind, and the jade dew is weeping on the cane branches. Looking beyond the eight celestial bodies, the astronomical sky is covered with seven rays.
You should be close to the depths, so don’t forget the danger when you are high up. In the Shadow of Drunk Flowers (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
It’s hard not to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! Returned from Chang'an to Yangzhou. On September 9th, I traveled to Weishan Pavilion to rhyme (Southern Dynasty, Chen). Mr. Jiang's heart passed by the southern clouds, and his body followed the northern geese. How many flowers are the chrysanthemums blooming under the fence in my hometown today? Intoxicated by the East Wind, Chongjiu (Yuan Dynasty) Guan Hanqing wrote about the red leaves and clear streams in the ditch, and the people who admired the yellow flowers were drunk in the singing tower.
The sky is long and the shadows of wild geese are sparse, and the moon is setting and the mountains are thin. In the deserted Qing Dynasty and late autumn, the decaying willow trees and cicadas are full of sorrow. Who would teach white clothes to serve wine?
Ninth Day (Ming Dynasty) Vincent was not at home when the Chrysanthemum bloomed for three years. How can I drink wine today and suddenly see the flowers in my hometown?
There are clouds and trees in the wilderness, and geese gather on the sand in the cold weather. When you reach Infinity, where can you look at Beijing?
----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- --------- /hot/chongyang.htm Appreciate chrysanthemums and climb high to pray for longevity*** Chrysanthemums are drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. Every year on the ninth day of September in the lunar calendar, it is the Double Ninth Festival in our country. Every year on the ninth day of September, people wear dogwood. , eat bait and drink chrysanthemum wine to seek longevity.
The Double Ninth Festival is also known as the "Climbing Festival". In the season when the autumn air is crisp and yellow flowers are everywhere, people can go hiking and enjoy the beautiful scenery of late autumn, which gives people a relaxed and happy feeling. Climbing high on the Double Ninth Festival not only avoids disasters, but also means rising higher step by step." "High" also means longevity. People believe that "climbing high" can lead to longevity, so climbing on the Double Ninth Festival is particularly valued by people, especially the elderly. In 1989, the country designated the Double Ninth Festival as the "Old Man's Day", so the elderly have their own festival.
§ About the Double Ninth Festival: [Introduction to the Double Ninth Festival] [Origin of the Double Ninth Festival] [Origin of the Double Ninth Festival] § Legends of the Double Ninth Festival: [Legends of the Double Ninth Festival] [Legends of eating Double Ninth Cake] [Double Ninth Festival Ballads]- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- - Psalms on the Double Ninth Festival: Picking Mulberries on the Double Ninth Festival Mao Zedong's life is easy, but it is difficult to grow old. Every year, there is a Double Ninth Festival, and now it is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant. Once a year, the autumn wind is strong, not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery. The vast river and sky are covered with frost.
Recalling Shandong brothers on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu The geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei. It's rare to smile in this world, and I will return with my head full of chrysanthemums.
But I will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?
It will happen on September 10th (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai After climbing up yesterday, I will raise my glass again today. Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter, suffering from these two double suns?
View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke. Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese together thousands of miles away.
Ninth Day in Shuzhong (Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to send off guests from a foreign country. Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese are coming from the north.
Written in Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin Don’t compare the border areas to the capital. In August, the frost is severe and the grass has withered. Today when I went to Denggao to drink wine, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not.
Ninth Day (Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance. I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone.
On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up to get a branch. Wei Anshi. On the ninth day of the autumn festival, I got a Chen ritual. The chrysanthemums are floating in the golden wind, and the jade dew is weeping on the dogwood branches.
Looking beyond the eight celestial bodies, the astronomy is covered with seven rays. The depth should be close at hand, so why not forget the danger when you are at a high place.
In the Shadow of Drunk Flowers (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but feel ecstasy, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! Intoxicated by the East Wind, Chongjiu (Yuan Dynasty) Guan Hanqing wrote about the red leaves and clear streams in the ditch, and the people who admired the yellow flowers were drunk in the singing tower.
The sky is long and the shadows of wild geese are sparse, and the moon is setting and the mountains are thin. In the deserted Qing Dynasty and late autumn, the decaying willow trees and cicadas are full of sorrow. Who would teach white clothes to serve wine?
Ninth Day (Ming Dynasty) Vincent was not at home when the Chrysanthemum bloomed for three years. How can I drink wine today and suddenly see the flowers in my hometown?
There are clouds and trees in the wilderness, and geese gather on the sand in the cold weather. When you reach Infinity, where can you look at Beijing?
Peonies are waiting to bloom. King Yao and Queen Wei went to Chuntai, shy and half-blooming. The common man can see the beauty, and his heart is only waiting for Tan Lang to come.
Note: King Yao and Queen Wei: In the Tang Dynasty, Yao Chong's family planted yellow peonies and was called the "King of Peonies"; Wei Zheng's family planted purple peonies and was called the "Queen of Peonies". Tanlang: A person with feelings.
Singing with the old man Gui Meng (limited to rhyme with the characters cup, cai, and kai) God gave me a hand cup, and I have Du Mucai in my festive mood. If you didn't pass through this door last year, for whom will the rose bloom today? (Old Man Gui Meng) Smiling, holding flowers and holding a cup, the poet admires Xue Taocai.
A glass of wine and a chant of tranquility evoke the delicate bloom of a rose. (Owner of Baicao House) I dreamed of winning the luminous cup in Taoyuan, and I wanted to match the five talents of the past.
I refuse to hoe the lotus on the east fence, but I still go back to the net to look for flowers in bloom. (Old Man Gui Meng) With a clap, a shout, and a cup of wine, Meng Lao Yi's poetic talent was astonished.
The banished immortal borrowed the flower pen, and the ups and downs unfolded. (Owner of Baicao House) I just watched a play about Grape Valley on TV, so I came up with a saying, Brother Bai, don’t joke: In Grape Valley, there is a soul-catching cup, and great wines and beautiful women gather together with great talents.
Don’t ask about the thousands of chrysanthemums in Dongli, the Tianshan Flower Market is open for you.