Ding you has a post on climbing the mountain on the Double Ninth Festival.

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Light smoke and wild trails, autumn wind and frost.

The shadow of geese is flat on the sand bank, and the clouds are marked with clear water and waves.

The green hills are as old as before, and the longer the white hair grows, the more it grows.

What does it mean to sing suddenly at sunset?

Secondly,

On the ninth day, I looked up, and it was dark and clear in Wan Li.

The reeds in Jiang Hanting are white, the mountains reflect dusk, and the sky is bright.

Save things, pity, and think of geese.

Who says autumn is old, heaven and earth are poetic?

Chongyang mourning

The day after the Double Ninth Festival is my mother's birthday, which is thousands of miles away, and I can't do my best to send it on my knees.

The Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn, and the ends of the earth compete with natural selection.

There is wine by the chrysanthemum fence, so you can watch it alone before sunset.

Hong Ying vaguely loves her mother's tears, and the clouds are ethereal.

Looking at the suddenly disappointed eyes, Wan Lifeng stuffed the cigarette into his sleeve.

Qiuhuai

Smell autumn insects on Chongyang night.

A trip to Wan Li, another mountain, is easy and autumn.

Huang Hua lives up to the promise of the west wind, and his white hair frequently adds fatigue and sorrow.

Cuizhang oblique light to Yan Shuo, Bihu Yueming to send a fishing boat.

There is no sorrow in the world, and I am used to hearing the frost insects in the building.

Qingyu case

Three years away from home, no time to look back; Most of my friends are floating in other places, so it is difficult to get together. Seeing the sunset glow of Chongyang, I feel a lot and send it to you.

The golden wind gradually hits the autumn sound, and the stranger travels alone. Weeping willows, chilling all the way. Jiang Boyun, shore fragrance fog, Double Ninth Festival.

I have been in China for more than 39 years, and my stomach is upset. A handful of yellow flowers tastes bitter. The tower is far away, and the sorrow is broken. Mulberry knows where.

Gaoyangtai

When approaching Chongyang, the autumn is crisp, so it's best to bring a couple and invite friends to climb and overlook. Thousands of miles away from home, running around all day to make a living, every holiday, homesick.

The swan goose flew in, and the beautiful forest gradually dyed, and then hurried to Chongyang. As the sun sets, you are on the infinite Qiu Guang. The height of the mountain doesn't hinder the clouds from coming and going. Laugh at the west wind. Why hurry? When the weather is cloudy, the frost will clear in Wan Li.

Drunk to see chrysanthemums elsewhere every year, I remember Dongli holding a lamp and once said Ma Sang. The green ants began to sink. Who has a new smell now? Cornus officinalis's head is full of thoughts, which is even worse, and the twilight is boundless. It is the most difficult to ban, the world is diverse, and heaven follows the rules.

Autumn in Jiangnan (Zidu District)

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yi You wrote a song called Autumn in the South of the Yangtze River, which is near Chongyang and filled in according to its rhyme.

On September 9, it was Chongyang, and all the trees were frosted. The mountain is high and the road is far, and the autumn wind is cold.

On September 9, it was Chongyang, and the chrysanthemum outside the wall was fragrant. Fishing boats don't understand the purpose of boarding, and the river rings at night.