In daily study, work or life, we must have come into contact with some of the more common use of poetry, right, poetry is rich in musical beauty, statements are generally arranged in lines, pay attention to the beauty of the structural form. So what kind of poetry is more infectious? The following is my collection of modern poetry about the Chongyang Festival (selected 8), for reference only, welcome to read.
"September Reunion"
By Laughing Madness
September Reunion
The ribbons of homesickness are entwined in the branches
In the sighs of the yellow leaves
It is the melancholy of the dream
The dream is to see the future, and to see the future.
The sadness of the setting sun
The whimpering of the geese
The strings of the autumn bugs
The thousand miles of the homeland
The white hair of my father and mother
In the smile of the chrysanthemums
All of them have turned into the craziness of tears
"Celebration of the Chongyang Festival"
"The Chongyang Festival" is the first time that the Chinese people have ever been in a position to celebrate the Chongyang Festival.
By Poetry
On the 9th day of the 9th moon,
the year of the 9th moon,
the year of the 9th moon.
Clothing, clothing, housing and transportation,
beautiful vision.
Pension protection,
Medical card flash.
Entertainment and happiness,
longevity and happiness.
Children's filial piety,
*** Wish you good luck.
The festival is a joyous occasion,
and all the people are happy.
Thoughts of Chongyang
Author: Yao Yao Chang'an
Years and years of Chongyang,
This time again Chongyang.
I have the honor to climb the red mountain.
The heart is open and happy,
The sky is wide,
A clear wind and a cool body.
Heaven and earth,
each on its own side,
blue sky and white clouds look away.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
The Years of Reunion
By Sunset Red
The night is cooler and the day is deeper.
The thoughts are disturbing.
A gust of autumn winds urge the leaves to fall;
The field of autumn frost breaks the soul of the flower!
The yearly reappearance of the sun has come again,
and the winter is approaching.
The cicadas know that they are going to return;
The sound of wailing through the smoke deep!
"The Day of the Dragon"
By: Desert breeze
Autumn winds and fallen leaves are cool through
The love of the mountains
The head of the South Mountain
Falling leaves are all over
In the bleak.
Feeling the west wind of the old road
Cangshan Mountain
Looking at the shadow in the wind, people's shadows are thin
Looking at the road, the pines and cypresses
Are still green
The ninth day of the ninth month of the year
Reproducing the day of Chung Yeung Day
This morning, I am thinking of the south flying geese
By the side of the Nanshan Mountain
How many lovers
A song of love.
Modern Poetry for Chung Yeung Festival
Ever since the full moon
you've been another straw in the river of love and longing
Since you're a straw
I don't have much hope
but there's hope
and it's a good thing you're here
because it's a good thing you're not here
and it's a good thing you're not here
and you're not here.
But it's better to have hope
than not to have it at all
The hill next to the village
which isn't that tall
has a gray-haired man
who looks out on this day, looks out on ......
and looks through the waters of the autumn
.
The Chongyang Festival Modern Poetry7 The Chongyang Ascension The hand of life has brought you and me closer together Nearby, we talk about it passionately, and our friends' hearts are living up to their high expectations We are the only ones who have ever been blessed by the beauty of this world We meet on the day of the sun, and we see the horizon Our chests are bursting with vigor The rope of our will is still as hard as steel Ah, life. Ah, my friend We add a few more beauties to our lives because of our fantastical minds The autumn sun warms our breasts, and our old tears are spilled into the red leaves A long sigh in the sky uplifts you and me Stepping on the fiery wheels of our youth, we will call the mountains and the rivers and the mountains to reflect in our eyes again in the coming year "September Festival" The most important thing is that we should not be afraid of the sun, and we should not be afraid of the sun. The September Sun Festival The September Sun Festival Ribbons of homesickness are wrapped around the branches In the sighs of the yellow leaves is the melancholy of a dream Looking up at the distant future The sadness of the setting sun The whimpering of the geese The strings of the autumn bugs A thousand miles from my homeland.
We will smile and open up to the splendor of the flowers of the spring.
My mother and father's gray hair and frosty face
In the chrysanthemums' smiles
They all turn into tears
I'm so happy to see you.