Today's Chung Yeung Festival is a festival for elders, and a day that requires the late generation to accompany elders to spend time together. You grow up with me, I grow old with you, the most can't wait for nothing more than filial piety parents. Nine nine Chongyang Festival, I organized some poems about the Chongyang Festival to wish all the elderly in the world Happy Chongyang Festival!

The poem of Chongyang Festival

Remote knowledge of the brotherhood ascends to the heights, all inserted cornelian cherry less a person.

The festival and the sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, midnight cool first penetration. -- Li Qingzhao, "Drunken Blossom Yin - Mist and Thick Clouds of Sorrow"

It is hard to meet people in the earthly world who can open their mouths and smile, and the chrysanthemums have to be inserted all over the head to return to the world. -- Du Mu, "Nine Days' Ascent to Mount Qishan"

The geese flew in the autumn shadows of Jiang Han, and the guests carried pots to Cuiwei. -- Du Mu, "Ascending Qishan Mountain on the Ninth Day"

I hope that the King of Heaven will send down an edict to bring peace to the country as soon as possible, and my heart will be satisfied. -- Zheng Gu, "The Chrysanthemum"

On the ninth day of the year, the yellow flowers and wine were drunk, and I climbed up to the heights of the mountains and heard of them in the past. -- Cen Shen, "Ascending the Mountain on the Ninth Day in the Company of Dr. Feng Dafu"

Drinking on the Ninth Day in the Dragon Mountain, the yellow flowers laughed at the ministers. -- Li Bai, "Drinking at Dragon Mountain on the Ninth Day"

The heart is chasing the southern clouds, and the form is following the northern geese. -- Jiang Zong "Returning Yangzhou from Chang'an to Yangzhou on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month ...".

On the ninth day of the ninth month, I was looking at the township platform, and I was sent to the guest's cup in his seat. -- Wang Bo, "Nine Days in Shuzhong"

The chrysanthemums of the old garden should be opened by the side of the battlefield. -- Cen Sen, "The Ninth Day of the March" (行军九日思長安故园)

And I want to find Pengze Zai, and I want to be drunk on chrysanthemums. -- Cui Shu, "The Ninth Day of Climbing to Wangxiantai and Presenting Liu Mingfu Rong"

The young man is conceited of his brush with the clouds. -- Liu Kezhuang, "Hexinlang - Nine Days"

I drank the wine in the cup alone on the day of the Chungyang Festival, and climbed up to the platform on the river while holding on to my illness. -- Du Fu, "Five Songs on the Ninth Day" (九日五首-其一)

The clouds and mountains of the three jin are all facing north, and the wind and rain of the two mausoleums are coming from the east. -- Cui Shu, "The Ninth Day of Climbing to Wangxiantai to Present Liu Mingfu Rong"

Poems for the Chung Yeung Festival

The garden is full of flowers and chrysanthemums, but there is a lone clump of them that is as frosty as a frost. -- Bai Juyi, "White Chrysanthemums at the Festival of the Chrysanthemums"

I am strong on the green mountains. -- Zhang Kejiu, "Folding the Laurel Order - Nine Days"

The bamboo leaves have no part to play in a person's life, and the chrysanthemums do not need to bloom from now on. -- Du Fu, "Five Songs on the Ninth Day - One of Them"

On the ninth day of the year, I was saddened by the fall, but not by my heart. -- Yan Guidao, "The Partridge Sky - Nine Days of Sorrowful Autumn"

The chrysanthemums under the hedges in my hometown are in bloom today.

When will you bring wine to **** drunken Chung Yeung Festival. -- Meng Haoran, "Autumn Climbing to Orchid Mountain and Sending to Zhang Wu"

Who will be healthy at this meeting next year? I'm not sure who's going to be able to make it next year, but I'm going to be able to make it next year. -- Du Fu, "Nine Days in Lantian Cui's Village"

I have not slept in the rain since I returned to the city in the twilight of my life, and I have opened my new poems a hundred times. -- Su Xun, "Nine Days and Han Wei Gong"

The apes cry at sunset in a special place, and the white geese come before the frost in the old country. -- Du Fu, "Five Songs on the Ninth Day" (九日五首-其一)

People grow old in the west wind, and butterflies worry about the yellow flowers of tomorrow. -- Zhang Kejiu, "The Order of Folding the Laurel -- The Ninth Day"

The sky and the light of autumn, the turn of love and sadness, and the exploration of the golden ying know that it is close to the Chung Yeung Festival. -- Li Qingzhao, "Hsing Hsiang Zi - Sky and Autumn Light"

The chrysanthemums are too bitter to be exposed to the two suns. -- Li Bai, "The Matter of the Tenth Day of the Ninth Month"

The Autumn Festival on the Plains of Leyou, and the Ancient Road of Xianyang, the Sound and Dust of which is Extinct. -- Li Bai, "Memory of Qin'e: The Sound of a Whistle Blowing"

A piece of Song Yu's feelings, a lot of Weilang's thinness.