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.
重阳节诗歌11.
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 4Tonight, 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
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 9Chrysanthemum 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 16Chung 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 17Chongyang
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