1, on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong, (Tang) Wang Wei.

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.

Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.

2, "White Chrysanthemum on the Double Ninth Festival", (Tang) Bai Juyi.

A yard of chrysanthemum golden yellow, there is a cluster of flowers in the middle of the flowers are so lonely.

Like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.

3, "Nine Days on the Batai", (Tang) Bai Juyi.

The millet wine is ripe at first, but the warm chrysanthemum flowers are not in bloom.

Listen to bamboo sticks and drink cornus Cup.

Last year, on the Double Ninth Festival, I drifted to the city.

This year's Double Ninth Festival is a depression in Bazitai.

I've been looking for a long time, but my hometown book has not come for a long time.

When you scratch your head, the guests also wander.

4, "Drinking alone on September 9", (Tang) Bai Juyi.

There are some old orchestras in front of the green statue beside the yellow flowers.

When I came across the ninth day of the leap autumn, Dongli drank alone.

Since fasting in September, I have not been drunk for 15 years.

5, "Nine Days Drunk", (Tang) Bai Juyi.

Hatred is white, heartless chrysanthemum is yellow.

One is state Sima, and the other is Chongyang.

The sword box is full of dust, and the cage birds are long.

Laughing from the fisherman, the door is open.

Ask the sick to stay, and listen to the songs.

Sighing and leaning, nostalgia counts.

Nai Lao should have no plan, cure his worries or have a good way.

I have never learned the king's achievements, but I am drunk as my hometown.