The Double Ninth Festival is a traditional festival that has been passed down since ancient times. In the continuous development and evolution, many cultures have been formed. So what are the four lines of ancient poems on the Double Ninth Festival? What are the ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival?
A collection of four lines of ancient poems on the Double Ninth Festival
Recalling Shandong brother (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei on September 9th
Being a stranger in a foreign land, it is twice as good as every festive season Missing relatives.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Looking out at Lu Zhaolin (Tang Dynasty) from the Xuanwu Mountain Tour on September 9th
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.
Wang Bo’s Ninth Day in Shuzhong (Tang Dynasty)
On September 9th, at Wangxiang Terrace, he served a cup to see 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.
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.
Nine Days Long Mountain Song (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
Nine Days Longshan drinks, and the yellow flowers smile and chase the ministers.
Watching the wind fall while drunk, dancing in love with the moon retains people.
Farewell to Wang Zhihuan (Tang Dynasty) on Nine Days
Jiting is desolate and there are few old friends. Where can I climb high and send him back?
Today I will drink Fangju wine for the time being, and tomorrow I will drink Duan Pengfei.
Nine Days Shows Da Yuan Hongzhi (Song Dynasty) Chen Yu
He is content with his mind and calmly does not compose poems.
Suddenly the ninth day comes again, but the chrysanthemum branches are helpless.