99 Double Ninth Festival Poetry of Respecting the Elderly 1 The Old Man in My Heart
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 at your grave.
Seeds left by the wind
Germination gives off the smell of loneliness.
Double Ninth Festival: Poem 2: 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.
Who broke the 99 Double Ninth Festival poem 3?
/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 respecting and loving the old poem 4 when dogwood 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
Today, stick to the custom and climb the stairs.
Calmly unfold the old days to describe homesickness.
Yuan Ye, Ma Pingchuan, also has boundless autumn waters.
There is also a sky and a color.
The low-altitude rotation of the array brought colorful sunset clouds.
Warm Yi Deng, old Yi Deng, only Yi Deng.
Let the soft heart get rid of the cold autumn.
It happened in the first frost, and you can imagine it without inserting Evodia rutaecarpa all over your body.
The lights in my hometown are very dim. Chrysanthemum dressing up
Standing on a sunny hillside, waving goodbye to migratory birds moving south.
Everything is transparent, but I can't bear to tell the truth.
Take a sip of Gui Xiang's past.
Drunk to death, simply reach your legend.
On the yellowed title page of that Tang poem
Looking for your trace
How big is the wind and rain in a blink of an eye?
How many times is the difference between Qin's moon and Han's?
Only the vicissitudes of life are moss-colored, rendering the bleak world.
From now on, we must be pregnant with Chongyang and climb high to drink.
Close at hand, no sadness.
Double Ninth Festival respects the old, loves the old and respects the old. The hand of life has brought us closer.
Approaching and talking, a friend's heart does not live up to high 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 Respect for the Elderly and Love Poems 7 September 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
99 double ninth festival, respecting the elderly, loving the elderly and respecting the elderly, 8 99 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.
Double Ninth Festival, respect for the elderly, love for the elderly, 9-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!
Poems about respecting and loving the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival 10 Dear grandparents
The teacher told us
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival.
I don't know what Chongyang means yet.
but
come to think of it
September 9th is a holiday for grandparents.
Dear grandparents
Mom and dad told us
Be sure to be filial to your grandparents
I still don't understand what filial piety means.
but
come to think of it
Filial piety means listening to grandparents.
Dear grandparents
Everyone says
Grandparents are old.
We want to make grandparents happy.
Don't make grandparents angry.
I told my friend.
Let grandparents have a holiday every day.
So grandparents can be happy every day.
Dear grandparents
I love you from the bottom of my heart
I want to start today.
Sing to you every day.
Dance for you every day.
Grandma and grandpa.
Do you like it?
If you like, kiss my little face.
99 Poems about Respecting, Love and Respect for the Elderly in Double Ninth Festival 1 1 Chongyang
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
99 double ninth festival respecting the old, loving the old and respecting the old 12 life is easy, but old is not easy.
Chongyang is now Chongyang.
The person who wrote this word has been dead for 36 years.
This is a festival for the elderly.
Bring home insane parents.
Is becoming a topic of concern to the whole society.
There are nearly 200 million elderly people over the age of 60 in China.
As a child, I feel responsible.
What the old people want most is that their children can often go home to see them.
I want to warm the loneliness in late autumn with homemade wine.
Today coincides with the first frost solar terms.
It will get colder and colder in the future.
On September 9th, I remembered the stranger in Brother X's hometown.
Looking for warmth, too
However, if the sky is affectionate, it will be old.
Looking at those muddy old eyes that I don't even know my own son.
I can't help sighing.
A few years.
You are cruel.
99 Double Ninth Festival Poem of Respecting and Loving the Old 13 September, I am not willing to be a fallen leaf. Put an end to my ideal and pursuit, although there is a haze of sunset on my face.
In September, I don't want to be caught by the cold wind Blowing my soaring wings hard, although my limbs are not as flexible as before.
I am not a great man. But I don't want to contaminate my life with mediocrity. I refuse to admit that failure is my character. When people pity others, the years are ruthless. I think more about how to bloom my life in the next season.
I dare not say how good I am.
But I try my best to write a noble humanity.
Being strong is my character.
When the fallen leaves announce the end of autumn
I wish I were a maple leaf.
Send a touch of warm color to the earth.
I like maple leaves.
Like its unyielding character
When snow and ice cover the sky,
When the flowers fall
Maple leaves all over the mountains.
But it's as red as a flame
Declare to the world that life will never be exhausted
99 double ninth festival respecting the elderly 14 chrysanthemum is yellow, and it is 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.
99 double ninth festival respecting the elderly 15 when dogwood replaces this
When the sky is overcast again
When my thoughts stop
When the petals of chrysanthemums are also arguing
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
The cold was 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.
More and more roads.
I'm suffering from pain that I can't wait.
Ninety nine years
Climb the peak
Give you the best.
The best silence
of course
And missing
And Chongyang