1. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Jiu ri Huang Lou
[Song] Su Shi
Last year, it was impossible to say that Chongyang in Cheng Nan was at midnight.
Water thundered at the gates, and mud rained everywhere at the gates.
No one asked about Huanghua wine, and returned at dusk to wash boots and socks.
I don't know if there will be another year, just take a sip of my face.
Don't be afraid of thin red wine, it's better than shoveling it in the mud.
The Yellow House has not yet been built, and the Qinghe River has been frosted.
The morning dew is like a drizzle, and there is no Chihiro brake in Nanshan.
In front of the building is a piece of Wang Yang, and downstairs is a rolling Kong Wen.
In the cold, people are old and awesome, and hot wine is the first pressure.
When it disappears, I will see the fishing village at sunrise and there will be fish in the water in the distance.
Poets and soldiers mingle with dragons and tigers, while Chu dances with geese and ducks.
Don't leave a glass of wine when it belongs to you. This is not a definite place.
2. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Qinyuan Chundingsi three days before Chongyang
Nalanxingde
Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream wore light makeup and plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore. Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, Qian Sheng eaves rain, spectrum ileum.
3. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Picking mulberry for nine days
Nalanxingde
In late autumn, no one can remember who, and the leaves rustle. The country road is far away. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.
Good times cherish the scenery, not for climbing. I only feel the needle of my soul. Nan Yan is even more lonely after she comes back.
4. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Jiu Kaya Hioki JIU
[Song] Song Qi
In the autumn night, the heavy things are heavy in the morning, and the high platform is ringing.
Enjoy the hat before the wind falls, promote drinking and fight for blowing hops.
The stream is crystal clear, and the sun is pale but not rosy.
It's silly to be a white-headed satrap. I'm full of dogwood to ward off evil spirits.
5. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Nine Days and Duke Wei of Han
[Song] Su Xun
Visiting at the end of the year is the most incompetent, and Xiao Xiaohua reflected on Qian Jin.
I can't bear to wait for the Prime Minister to stay in the East Pavilion and spend time with the Confucian old stage.
The festival has been a long time, and I have spent it from sorrow, and my courage is occasionally drunk.
At dusk, I went back to the rain without sleep and opened the new poem a hundred times.
6. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Send Qin dog on the ninth.
[Song] Chen Shidao
The wind is high, the rain is heavy, the sun is shining, and Shabucong Temple wants to cry at dusk.
On the 9th, Qingzun deceives white hair, and on the 10th, he is a guest.
Climbing to the top of the mountain is like being at home, which is very meaningful to the elderly.
Huaihai youth may have nowhere to fall in the world.
7. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Er Yun Li climbed Nanshan on the 9th.
[Song] Chen Shidao
Lin Pingguang leaves ride on a barren platform, and mountain temples ring bells to report the sunset.
Personnel are born today, and cold flowers were fragrant last year.
The towel feels more frosty and the language is wonderful.
The tree fell apart and the stream continued, and the day was even busier.
8. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Today is September 9th.
Tao Yuanming [Wei and Jin Dynasties]
Decadent autumn is dusk, with dew in the wind.
The creeping weeds are no longer brilliant, and the garden trees are empty and withered.
I'm not the only one in the clear sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Cicadas don't cry, geese sing in the sky.
If everything is different, isn't life very tiring?
There is nothing since ancient times, I am anxious to see it.
Why do you make me feel? Turbid wine makes its own pot.
I don't know for thousands of years, and I will never finish talking.
9. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
Zhong Shu JIU ri
[Tang] Wang Bo
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.
10. Double Ninth Festival Poetry
On the ninth sunny day, I was lucky enough to board the Lin Wei Pavilion.
[Tang] Zhao
Autumn condensed fairy view, Chen Youcui flower. Call the eagle down the bird road and play the horse out of the dragon sand.
Purple chrysanthemum should live a new life, and Dan Yu should get rid of the old evil. Every year, I will accompany a long banquet to blow flowers.