Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang Mao Zedong's life is easy, but it's hard to get old. Every year, it's Chongyang, and now it's Chongyang. The yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, but 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 Dynasty) Wang Wei was a stranger in a foreign land, and he missed his relatives every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret. On the 9th, Qi Mountain climbed high (Tang Dynasty). Du Mu Jiang Hanqiu's shadow geese first flew, carrying a pot with guests. 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. On September 1th (Tang), Li Bai climbed the mountain yesterday, and now he will give another lecture. Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it's a double ninth festival. On September 9th, the Xuanwu Mountain Travel Overlook (Tang) Lu Zhaolin overlooks the mountains and rivers on September 9th, looking back at the wind and smoke. In another country, drinking golden flower wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan. On September 9, 29, Wang Bo visited Xiangtai in the middle of Shu, and he took a farewell cup in another place. Human feelings are tired of suffering in the south, and Hongyan is from the north. On the ninth day of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Jin-mo compared the border area with Kyoto, and the severe frost grass withered in August. I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today. On the 9th (Tang Dynasty), Yang Heng's yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fell by the fence, picking chrysanthemums, drinking and loving Fang Xin. I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd. On the ninth day of Feng He's lucky trip to Linwei Pavilion, Wei Anshi got the word "Autumn Festival", which made him move. The golden wind flutters the chrysanthemum, and the jade dew weeps the dogwood branches. Looking at eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy. Deep in the face should be just around the corner, so do not forget the danger. Drunken Flower Shadow (Song) Li Qingzhao's mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain sells golden beasts. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Don't be ecstasy, curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers! Yu Chang 'an also visited the Weishan Pavilion in Yangzhou on September 9th (Chen in the Southern Dynasties). Jiang's heart was driven away by the southern clouds, and his shape followed the northern geese. How many flowers are there under the fence in my hometown today? Indulge in Dongfeng Chongjiu (Yuan) Guan Hanqing's topic: Red leaves clear the ditch, and people enjoying the yellow flowers get drunk and sing songs. The shadows of geese are thin in the sky, and the moon is thin when it sets. When the autumn is cold and clear, the willows are chilling and worried. Who will teach white clothes to deliver wine? On the 9th (tomorrow), Vincent spent three years on the Double Ninth Chrysanthemum, and was not at home when it opened. What time is today's wine, and suddenly it is a flower for the old garden. Wild clouds connect trees, and wild geese gather sand in cold weather. Boarding infinite meaning, where is Wangjing China.