1, "September 9 Memories of Shandong Brothers" Tang - Wang Wei

Alone in a foreign land as a foreign guest, every festive season doubly homesick.

The brothers are known to have climbed high in the mountains, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found.

Translation:

There is always a little bit of sadness when you are far away from home alone, and every time you come to the festival, you will miss your relatives twice as much.

Far from the thought of brothers wearing cornelian cherry on the high ground, but also because of the less I have a feeling of regret.

2, "Drunken Blossom Yin - Mist and Thick Clouds, Forever and Ever" Song - Li Qingzhao

Mist and thick clouds, Forever and Ever,

Rui Brain Pinjin Beasts.

The festive season is also the second day of the lunar calendar, the jade pillow and the veil kitchen, the middle of the night is cool, the first time through.

Don't worry, I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this one, but I'm going to try to get a good look at it.

There is no way I can't be happy with myself. The curtains are rolled up in the west wind, and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers.

Translation:

The mist is thick, the clouds are thick, the days are depressing and sad, and the lobster incense is curling up in the golden beast's incense burner.

It's the Chung Yeung Festival again, lying in the jade pillow and gauze tent, the cool air of the middle of the night has just soaked the whole body.

Drinking wine by the east hedge until after dusk, the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemums overflowed both sleeves.

How can this place not be sentimental? The wind rose and rolled in the curtain, and the person inside the curtain was even thinner than the yellow flowers because of excessive longing.

3, "nine days of Qishan ascension" Tang Du Mu

Jiang Han autumn shadow of the geese first flew, and the guest with the pot on the Cuiwei.

It's hard to meet the people of the world and laugh at them, and the chrysanthemums have to be inserted all over their heads.

But I'm not going to be able to get a drink to honor the holiday, so I don't need to go up to the mountains and hate the sunshine.

This is the only thing that has happened in the past, so why should I be alone in Oxford?

Translation:

The river reflects the autumn shadow of the geese that have just flown south.

It is hard to find things that make you smile in this world, and I will not return until I have plugged in all the chrysanthemums that are blooming in the mountains.

We should only drink to the festival, not to worry about the sunshine.

Life is short, and it has been so throughout the ages. You don't have to be like the Duke of Qi Jing, who wept alone on the Ox Mountain.

4, "nine days in Shu" Tang - Wang Bo

September 9, look homeward, his seat in the countryside to send guests cup.

The people are tired of the pain in the south, and the geese are coming from the north.

Translation:

On the 9th day of the 9th month of the 9th lunar month, I climbed up to look at my hometown, and I drank the wine to send off the guests at the banquet in a foreign land, and I only felt infinite worries.

The heart is already tired of the various sorrows of the southern guest, unable to return, and why do the geese still come from the north.

5. Xie Xin En - Ran Ran Autumn Light Cannot Be Retained Fifth Generation - Li Yu

Ran Ran Autumn Light Cannot Be Retained, full of red leaves twilight.

Again, the sun is shining, and the incense is falling from the pavilions.

Purple chrysanthemum gas, floating court house, evening smoke cage fine rain.

The birds are eating the new geese and swallowing the cold sound, and the sadness is similar year after year.

Translation:

The autumn light that cannot be retained is slowly fading away, and the red leaves on the stairs are falling into the twilight. The Chongyang Festival is approaching again, and as we climb to the high platforms and water pavilions and look into the distance, the fragrance of cornelian cherry trees is falling everywhere.

The courtyard is filled with the scent of purple chrysanthemums, and the smoke cages are covered with fine rain. The Memorandum of Understanding (MUU), the new geese whimpering with the sound of cold, sadness is so similar year after year.