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Chongyang Festival Poetry

Chongyang September 9, blessings longer; happy September 9, happy with permanent; happiness September 9, love forever; autumn color September 9, romance long long; nine nine nine Chongyang Festival, I wish you and your family all the best for a long time. The following is the 18 poems of Chongyang Festival that I help you organize, welcome to read and collect.

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1.

I am busy in someone else's hometown

Far from home. There

there are all my childhood memories

no matter how sweet or sour, all brewed from my hometown

exuding some of the fragrance of homesickness

here, the bustle haunts the Chung Yeung's

it is the sound of voices calling -

come back, come back

Slowly landing.

Some faint

thoughts, like the thin flakes of snow in my hometown

gently cover my roots

2.

Such a twilight

A large portion of my mind is possessed by

memories, and alone

I pass by my childhood

I

I saw in a flash that I was in the middle of them

With chrysanthemums all over my head and neck

Picking up the earth as incense, I interpreted the three kingdoms

I looked at the city far away and was filled with reveries

That was the place where I later

lived

3.

For a while it seemed to me that I was asleep.

Sleeping in the desire for fame and fortune

Dreaming of cold human feelings everywhere

Until I woke up and rewashed my nostalgia

Filled with the autumn of my hometown.

Over the quaint village

The faces of my loved ones

swirled with kindness in front of me

As they climbed high and looked out

In their hearts, they called out my maiden name

4.

And I was in the city of the cacophony

Crowded in fame and fortune, and looked back

I was in the city of the cacophony of the cacophony of the cacophony of the cacophony of the cacophony of the cacophony of the city. Chongyang

I put my hometown in wine

Drinking the burning vertigo in one gulp

And then reminiscing

I approached Chongyang

This way I approached my hometown, fantasizing myself to be

A south-flying goose

Fluttering

Tired wings over my homeland, searching for a place to land

I was so tired, looking for a place to land

I was so tired, so tired. ---

My husband, the king of my heart

While hooking my soul on a tree

Singing softly to you with wings flashing

Today is the double sun again

Every year, you build a building in another country

When will you come home for a reunion?

September's Chongyang Festival

Ribbons of homesickness are twisted around the branches

In the sighs of the yellow leaves

is the melancholy of a dream

I've reached a high point in the distance

The setting sun has a face of sorrow

The geese's whimpering

plays the strings of the autumn bugs

A thousand miles from home, I've been in the same place for years.

A thousand miles from home

My hair is gray and frosty. Father and mother

In the smile of chrysanthemums

They all turn into the madness of tears

Chongyang Festival Poetry 4

Tonight, Chongyang

Shedding my bone-chilling cold clothes

Running wild on a green field

Passing through a blaze of flames

Encountering a lotus flower that blooms with smiles in the blazing sun

The Lotus Blossom of Smile

April's bright eyes are y in love with September's sadness

How could I not carefully manage a piece of history

so that you can plant my lifelong sorrow in the tenderness of a bowed head

Tonight, the September sunrise is the most important day of the year

Borrowing a pot of nostalgia

Drinking alone at the west window

From time to time, I drink alone with the bright moon.

The same old Jinsha cellar

But it's hard to recapture the aroma of the past

Melancholy

Melancholy

Who will steer a horse

To drive away my barren desolation

Chongyang Festival Poem 5

"The Thoughts of the Chongyang Festival"

The Chongyang Festival is held year after year

This time, I'm thinking about the Chongyang Festival, which is the most important festival in September. I'm not going to be able to do it again.

I have the honor to climb the red mountain.

I'm so happy,

I'm so happy,

I'm so happy,

I'm so happy,

I'm so happy,

I'm so happy.

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 most out of your life, and how to get it back!

The Chongyang Festival Poem 6

The Chongyang Festival Poem

The hand of life has brought us closer together

Close to each other, and the heart of a friend is not to be denied

The only thing we have to do is to enjoy the beauty of the sky

The smile of a smile that opens up the splendor of the spring flowers

We are in the same place as each other, so I want to be on the same page and see what's in front of me

We're on a date with each other, and we can see far away from the other. p>

The chest of the nest is bursting with vigor

The rope of will is still as hard as steel

Ah, life.

We add more beauty to our lives because of our fantastical minds

The autumn sun warms our breasts, and old tears are spilled on the red leaves

A long sigh to the sky lifts you and me

Stepping on the fiery wheels of our ageless youth

In the coming year, we will call for the mountains and the rivers and the hills to reflect in the curtains of the sky again

"This time, again, we have the opportunity to see the world in its full glory," said the poet. Chongyang"

How many years have passed since I got used to this kind of life

I am used to wandering days, people in other countries

The only regret is: too much neglect of family, friendship

Ignoring the sumac in front of the door, the hillocks behind the house

Ignoring the annual climb to see the faraway

The people who planted the cornelian cherry trees are already gray-haired and old.

However, this year I will continue to ignore, ignore

Only in my heart I silently pray -

May loved ones have a long and healthy life

May friendships last forever

Chrysanthemum Festival Poetry 8

Chrysanthemum Festival

Since the full moon

You are another straw in the river of my

Since it's a straw

I don't have much hope

But it's better to have hope

than not to have it at all

Next to the village

That not-so-stiff hillock

I've been waiting for you to come back.

But every year there are gray-haired people

Looking out on this day, looking out ......

I don't know how much of the autumn water I've looked through

I'm still here

On the other side of the water

Chrysanthemum Poetry 9

Chrysanthemum in September

Chrysanthemum in September

By: Laughing Madness

September Festival

Ribbons of Homesickness Wrapped Around the Branches

In the Sighs of the Yellow Leaves

It's the Melancholy of Dreams

Looking High and Far

The Sunset's Face of Sorrow

The Whimpering of the Geese

Playing the Strings of the Autumn Worms

The Piano of the Autumn Worms

The Pink Puppies are the most popular of all the poems.

Clothing, clothing, housing and transportation,

beautiful longing.

Pension protection,

Medical card flash.

Entertainment and happiness,

longevity and happiness.

Children's filial piety,

*** Wish you good luck.

The festival is a joyous celebration,

and all the people are happy.

Thoughts of Chung Yeung

By: Yao Yao Chang An

Years and years of Chung Yeung,

This year again Chung Yeung.

I have the honor to climb the red mountain.

I'm very happy,

The sky is wide,

I'm very happy,

I'm very happy,

I'm very happy,

I'm very happy.

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 123

One night is cooler and one day is deeper.

The thoughts are disturbing.

A gust of autumn wind urges the leaves to fall;

A field of autumn frost breaks the soul of the flower!

The yearly reappearance of the sun has come again,

The winter is approaching.

The cicadas know that they are going to return;

The sound of their wailing is so deep that it penetrates the smoke!

"The Mountaineering of the Chrysanthemums"

By: Desert Breeze

Autumn winds and fallen leaves are cool and penetrating

The love of the mountains

Nanshan Mountain

Fallen leaves are all over

In the bleakness of the world

Feeling the west wind of the old road

The change of the world's history is a great opportunity for us to see the future of the world's most important cities. Chongyang Festival Poem 14

The Elderly in My Heart

By Clouds on the Rock

My thoughts

are of a pair of warm hands

A dark cover

Covering my tears

My memories began in that winter

A sequel to the one I'm now living in. Now

Every remembrance is my silent comfort

I can't give up

That crutch of yours

Touches my heart

I miss it

Every night

The blessing of resting as if you're beside me

Watching me gently

Dreams I don't dare to disturb.

Is the time too old

Many memories are thrown away

Your colors are in my mind

Deeply retained

Something I haven't said

You don't know what I'm saying

Like your story

A black and white place I can't write

The scene is blurry at times.

And sometimes it's tangled

And my tears just fall out of my eyes

Goodbye

Old man, my life is without you

Just like the withered grass on your grave

Seeds left behind by the wind

Sprouting, but giving off the smell of loneliness

Chrysanthemum Festival Poetry 15

"Chrysanthemum Festival Nights".

Who shattered

the sun of 1200 years ago

and left the sky full of silver fragments

glittering with cold light

People define it as a star with a lot of fuss Some say it's delicate

Some say it's sparkling

Some say it's the eyes of loved ones who are staring at us

Some say it's the eyes of relatives who are looking at us.

Some say it's the home of the souls of great men who have gone before

I can't define it

But its coldness and its clarity is just like my mood

Though

The night in the south is still

Sultry to the point of being heavy

Who refined the joys, sorrows, and emotions into the moon that will be seen in 1,200 years

Hanging on the top of the willow tree in the red world. The willow tree of the red dust is looking forward

With its sun and sunshine and roundness

Tying up the sorrows of the past and the present

On the white train that runs in a thousand miles

Tramping on Wang Wei's poems and Li Bai's wines

Eternally fond of and forlorn

Looking back at the moon 1200 years ago

Stranded in the heart of the moon 1,000 to 200 years later

Destined for this life, it is the only one that has the right to be in this world, to have a good time, to have a good time.

My voice is like the echo of an empty valley

Lingering sorrow

On the night of the Chung Yeung Festival

In the tumultuous streets of the southern country

Chung Yeung Poem 16

Chung Yeung, in my hometown, is only related to wine

Early in the morning, my father always drank two tael of bakkasou

He went up to the mountain with a hoe on his shoulder.

People are taller than the mountains, and their shadows are longer than the hills

Every day, the other old men in the village would go up to the mountains with their scythes and baskets on their backs

It was clear that they were going to harvest the fall

for fear of the snow and ice that would soon block the land

Whenever there was a year of good weather, there was a lot of rain and wind

The mountain was the most beautiful place in the world, and it was the only place where you could find a lot of people. p> The mountains are unusually lively this time of year

The faces of the relatives are full of the joy of the year

Today is the Chongyang Festival, the sun has already risen

I am standing in the south country and looking far away

Whether my father, who is nearly old and has recovered from a long illness

Whether he drank another cup of wine

Climbed up to that high mountain early in the morning

Chongyang Festival Poem 17

Chongyang

The most beautiful time

The clear wind

Plays a beautiful melody

Composing a piece of love music

Smiling

Toward home

The sunlight

Warms my heart

Accompanying me home to see my father and my mother

Walking in

That friendly village

My father and mother

are waiting for me at the entrance of the village

My eyes are filled with tears

My loving eyes

are looking at

my happy face

My heart is warmed by the warmth of a long time absence

The ninth day of the ninth month of the Chinese New Year

The chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Time

Write the story of love

Into a happy old man's face