Today, it is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring,

It's better than spring, and it's like Wan Li frost on a vast river.

On the Mountain Holiday Thinking of My Brothers in Shandong

(Tang) Wang Wei

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.

Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.

Climb the mountain on the 9 th

(Tang) Du Mu

The river reflected the autumn shadow geese just south fly, about friends with the wine with the Flagon hill.

The world is troubled with a smile, and the chrysanthemum blooms when it is in full bloom.

However, I will pay for the festival as much as I can, and I will not hate it when I board.

Life is short history, after all, why, like qi jinggong to tears in the eyes.

It will be on September 10 th.

(Tang) Li Bai

Climb the mountain yesterday, and lift it again today.

Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it's a double ninth festival.

On September 9th, Xuanwu Mountain was visited.

(Tang) Lu Zhaolin

Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, I hope to accumulate wind and smoke.

In another country, drinking golden flower wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.

Shuzhong Jiuri

(Tang) Wang Bo

On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he took a seat in a farewell cup.

Human feelings are tired of suffering in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.