#三级# Introduction Nine-Nine Double Ninth Festival, because it has the same pronunciation as "Jiujiu", nine is a number among numbers, and it is the most noble among numbers. It has the meaning of longevity, and autumn is also harvested in a year. The golden season, the Double Ninth Festival, has far-reaching meanings. People have always had special feelings for this festival. There are many excellent poems in the past dynasties that celebrate the Double Ninth Festival and sing about chrysanthemums. The following is relevant information compiled by Kao.com, I hope it will be useful to you.

1. The traces of frost and precipitation have faded, and the pale green scales reveal the distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is worn but the head is sentimental. If you pay for the festival during the festival, you will have to send your Qingzun away to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the yellow flowers and butterflies will be worried tomorrow. ——Su Shi's "Nanxiangzi·Chongjiu Hanhui Tower Presents to Xu Junyou"

2. The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of the river Han, and they carry the pot with the guests on the green micro. It's rare to smile in this world, and I must return with my head full of chrysanthemums. But I will be drunk as a reward for the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

3. The rustling frost is floating on the mandarin tiles, the green curtain is slightly cold and slightly transparent, the long door is deeply locked and quietly, and the autumn colors are approaching in the courtyard. Looking at the chrysanthemums, tears fell like beads on the Double Ninth Festival, and the long powder was covered with powder. The sound of the wheel is far away. Infinite hatred, empty love fan. It must be the emperor. At first, he was surprised by his concubine's resignation, but now, the most enchanting one in the palace is Feiyan Zhaoyang. ——Liu Yong's "Fighting Hundreds of Flowers"

4. Forcefully trim the green hills. Returning wild geese in autumn, weary travelers miss home. The green sleeves are attentive, the gold cups are scattered, and the jade hands are playing the pipa. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers turn gray. Looking back at the end of the world, there is a ray of setting sun, and the jackdaws are counted. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Order of Gui Gui"

5. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. ——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

6. The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green. It's rare to smile in this world, and I must return with my head full of chrysanthemums. But you will be drunk as a reward for the festive season, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

7. I fled to Xiangguan, and the Eighth Double Ninth Festival was in Jiushan. The chrysanthemums on the fence are messy and rotten, and the children often have to climb up and down. The year is three-quarters of the way through the calendar, and life is leisurely accompanied by drunkenness. The autumn light in my eyes is still like a mirror, diligently illuminating my fading face. ——Sikong Tu's "Dwelling in the Chongyang Mountains"

8. The night moon tower, Qiuxiang courtyard. Smiling people come and go. Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then. Distribute cups and plates and enjoy singing and dancing. Ask him what is so sad about him. There are times of reflection but also sadness, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy. ——Xin Qiji's "Traveling on the Shasha"

9. Life is easy but it is hard to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival comes every year. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The autumn wind is strong once a year, unlike the spring scenery. Better than the spring sunshine, there is frost all over the Liao Kuo River. ——* "Picking Mulberries"

10. The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the pavilion is at the top. The fragrance of dogwood falls, the air of purple chrysanthemum floats in the courtyard door, and the evening mist envelops the drizzle. Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year. ——Li Yu's "Xie Xin'en"

11. The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin"

12. The green mountains lead the imperial state far and near, and the scenery is clear to the north tower during the Double Ninth Festival. The rain rests in the Pavilion, where the fairies and chrysanthemums are moist, and the frost in the Feitian Garden protects the pear in autumn. The dogwood flowers on the temples bring longevity, and the emerald horizontal hairpin dances to bring sorrow. It is said that Tao Qian was drunk under the fence. How could he have seen such a romantic person before? ——Wang Changling's "Nine Days to Climb High"

13. I'm so drunk that I want to sleep. I've already taught you things to go to Qingzhou. Spare me three thousand feet of frost on my temples, and lose you a hundred feet in poetry and rhythm. I heard that Langjun closed the East Pavilion and allowed me to go up to the South Tower. Don't rush back when we meet again. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will be worried. ——Su Shi's "Nine Days Second Rhyme Wang Gong"

14. The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the Double Ninth Festival is here again. The dew suddenly turns cold, and the cold will be repaid. The fragrant green scent urges the coriander root, and the dense yellow grass gathers in the garden. When a person is not old, the blue bridge will be pounded by the frost. The shadow in the orchid vat is dizzy, and the silver toad in the broken house is small. The bottle is in your eyes, who will you pour it from? Forced to spread the quilt in the same place, I worry about taking off my hat when I am happy. You must believe it, your mad heart will never grow old until it is over. ——Li Zhiyi's "Thousand Years Old"

15. I arrived in Nantai as a guest and wrote this article on the Double Ninth Festival. The chrysanthemum fragrance is washed by the cold dew, and the cup is green with the setting sun. The simple people are drunk together, and the birds flock to the stream. Among the youngest officials in the government, only Meng joined the army. ——Yan Wei's "Nine Days at the Beishan Banquet with Mr. Cui"

16. During the Double Ninth Festival, the cold temple was full of autumn flowers, and I was visiting the old man in the south building. Bu Jian forced himself to climb the caisson well, and when he was feeling thin, he inserted dogwood trees. Thousands of peaks are emerging from the rain, and the fields are covered with new frost and thousands of leaves are withered. I hope you will be able to sell chrysanthemum wine several times if you are diligent. ——Geng Mao's "Nine Days"

17. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Let's hold a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

18. In the white mountains of Beishan, the hermits feel happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? ——Meng Haoran's "Autumn Climb Orchid Mountain and Send Five Pieces"

19. Last year's Double Ninth Festival was indescribable, and it was so hot in the middle of the night in Nancheng. The water penetrated the city and thundered, and the mud filled the city head and the rain fell. No one asks for Huanghua Baijiu. I come back at dusk to wash my boots and socks. Little did I know that this year would come again, and I would hold the cup in front of the flowers and sip it. Don't be afraid that the wine is thin, red and pink, it will eventually win the battle in the mud.

The newly built walls of the Huanglou have not yet dried up, and the first frost has fallen on the Qinghe River. The white dew is like drizzle in the morning, and there is no Qianxun Temple in Nanshan. There is a vast sea in front of the building, and there are oars and crows in the air downstairs. Aging in the cold is scary, so pour hot wine on the intestines first to suppress the gas. When the smoke disappears and the sun rises, we can see the fishing village and the distant water and mountains. Poets and warriors are mixed, Chu dances and Wu songs are mixed with geese and ducks. A cup of wine belongs to you, don’t say goodbye, this situation is so clear and clear. ——Su Shi's "Nine Days in Huanglou"

20. The millet-flavored wine is first ripe, but the chrysanthemums have not yet bloomed. Listen to the music of bamboo branches and drink a cup of dogwood. On the Double Ninth Festival last year, I was wandering around the city. This year's Double Ninth Festival, Bazitai is in depression. The journey to the temples has been in vain, and the hometown letter has not come for a long time. He scratched his head while standing at the table, and the guests also lingered. ——Bai Juyi's "Nine Days on the Dengba Terrace"

21. The night moon tower, the autumn fragrance courtyard, the smiling people come and go. Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then! He shared cups and plates, sang and danced casually, and asked him what was so sad about him? When he thought about it, he was also sad. There was a lot of wind and rain on the Double Ninth Festival. ——Xin Qiji's "Treading on the Shasha"

22. Sitting in mourning in the shade of Gui Ai and Tong Yin, Chang'an salivates in anticipation of the Double Ninth Festival. The road in front of you has no longitude and latitude, the spring and autumn sky inside the skin is black and yellow, the wine has not been able to resist the smell of fish, but you still use chrysanthemum, and ginger is used to prevent cold accumulation. What is the benefit of leaving the cauldron today? The moon is empty and the fragrance of grain and millet remains. ——Cao Xueqin's "Ode to the Crab"

23. "Picking Mulberries on the Double Ninth Festival"

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Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.

The strong autumn wind once a year is not as good as the spring scenery.

It is better than the spring scenery. The vast river and sky are covered with frost.

24. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

25. "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

Du Mu, Tang Dynasty

The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests are carrying pots on the green Wei.

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums.

But I will be intoxicated to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.

This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niushan be alone in his clothes?

26. "September 10th"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass again today.

Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter, suffering from these two Double Ninth Festivals?