Two ancient poems for the Double Ninth Festival are as follows:

"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger, every festive season doubles Missing relatives. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. "Nine Days in Sichuan" Tang Dynasty·Wang Bo: On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to see off guests in a foreign country. Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south. How about the swan geese coming from the north?

"Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" Tang Dynasty·Du Mu: The geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of the river, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green. It's rare to smile in this world, and I will return with my head full of chrysanthemums. But you will be drunk as a reward for the festival, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

"Xiaoliangzhou·Nine Days Crossing the River" Yuan Dynasty·Tang Style: A lonely boat on the river in the autumn wind, the smoke and water are long, and I climb the building sadly without a word. The mountains are thin and the old trees are sad for people. I drunkenly sniffed the dogwood in front of the bottle and asked my acquaintance how many white heads there were. Pleasure can be rewarded, and people are not old. In the golden age, it is difficult to compare with the old romance.

"Nine Days" Tang Dynasty·Wang Bo: On the Double Ninth Festival, there are chrysanthemums on the door. I don’t know if this is the Tao family who is here to deliver wine. "Nine Days of Farewell" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty: Ji Ting is desolate and there are few old friends. Where can I climb high and see them off? Today it will be the same as Fangju wine, tomorrow it will be Duan Pengfei.

"The Order of Guigui·Nine Days" Yuan Dynasty·Zhang Kejiu: Forced to rectify Wusha in Qingshan. Returning wild geese in autumn, weary travelers miss home. The green sleeves are attentive, the gold cups are scattered, and the jade hands are playing the pipa. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers turn gray. Looking back at the end of the world, there is a ray of setting sun, and the jackdaws are counted.

"Ruan Langgui·The golden palms on the horizon turned into frost" Song Dynasty·Yan Jidao: The golden palms on the horizon turned into frost, and the clouds grew with the word "Yan". Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown. The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart by singing clear songs!

"Nine Days at Cui's Village in Lantian" Tang Dynasty·Du Fu: When you grow old, you will be sad and autumn will be strong and self-forgiving, but when you are happy, you will be happy today. She was too shy to blow her short hair back, but she was so beautiful that everyone else was wearing a crown. The blue water falls far away from thousands of streams, and the jade mountain is high and its two peaks are cold. Who will be healthy at this meeting next year? Zui looked at the dogwood carefully.

"Climbing the Immortal Platform on Nine Days to Show the Appearance of Liu Ming's Mansion" Cui Shu of the Tang Dynasty: The emperor of Han Dynasty had a high platform, and on this day he climbed up to see the dawn. The Yunshan Mountains of the Three Jin Dynasties all face north, and the wind and rain of the Erling Mountains come from the east. Who can recognize the closing order? The immortal on the river will never come back. And if you want to find Peng Zezai closely, you will be drunk in the chrysanthemum cup.

"The Moon over the Xijiang River·Chongjiu" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: The drizzle drops on the roof of the building, and the heavy rain falls on the flat lake outside the river. Back then, there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate. Don't regret that the yellow flowers have not spit out yet, and teach the red flowers to support them. There is no need to look at the dogwood in the wine stall, but to admire the present and past of the world.