1. Poems about the Double Ninth Festival

1. On the ninth day of the climb, you can see the mountains. ——Zhao Shichun's "Nine Days in Yuanzhou"

2. A branch of Purple Cortex is passed down as a gift, who comes in the dream, the Han family mausoleum. ——Yao Yunwen's "Purple Wood Fragrance Slowly · Near the Double Ninth Festival"

3. Shuofang celebrates the Double Ninth Festival three times, and Hequganjing is busy every year. ——Qi Zhiluan's "Nine Days to Climb Qingshui Yingcheng"

4. Counting the Ming Dynasty and the Double Ninth Festival before the Double Ninth Festival, Ziyu should be able to be seen. ——Wu Wenying's "Frost Flowers: Panshi Lake the Day Before Double Ninth Festival"

5. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the pavilion. ——Li Yu "Xie Xin'en·The Ran Ran Autumn Light Can't Be Retained"

6. The white-headed prefect is so stupid that he planted dogwood all over the place to ward off evil spirits. ——Song Qi's "Nine Days of Wine"

7. Shaking hands after years of farewell, it is shocking to see the frost in nine days. ——Miaoxin "Nine Days to Reward the Scholars" 2. What are the poems about the Double Ninth Festival

Hello, here are 10 ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival selected for you:

1. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to bring chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Visiting the Old Friend's Village"

2. On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he served a guest cup to a foreign country. ——Wang Bo's "Nine Days in Sichuan/Nine Days of Climbing High"

3. Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we are saddened by the wild geese thousands of miles away. ——Lu Zhaolin's "View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"

4. On the 9th, the fragrance of wine in the Ming Dynasty and the good scenery in the year will be orange. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Man Ting Fang·Nine Days as a Guest"

5. Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the same sorrow for the wild geese thousands of miles away. ——Lu Zhaolin's "View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th"

6. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, their flowers will fade away. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Nine Days of Gui Gui Ling"

7. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. ——Wang Wei "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th / Recalling Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

8. The Double Ninth Festival chrysanthemum has been blooming for three years, but I was not at home when it was opened. —— Vincent "Nine Days"

9. It’s the Double Ninth Festival again. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worry of Everlasting Days"

10. Why are chrysanthemums so miserable, suffering from these two Double Ninth Festivals? ——Li Bai's "September 10th".

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Poems related to the Double Ninth Festival

"Passing the Old Friend's Village"

Meng Haoran

The Old Friend Chicken millet, invite me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

"Ascend the High"

(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu

The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky howl in mourning,

The white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugong .

The endless falling trees are rustling,

The endless Yangtze River is rolling in.

The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest,

A man who has been sick for a hundred years appears alone on the stage.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples,

The new wine glass stops being muddy.

Recalling Shandong brothers Wang Wei on September 9th

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 climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

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?The poem describes the homesickness of a wanderer. The poet urgently gets to the point at the beginning, writing about the loneliness and desolation of life in a foreign land. Therefore, he always misses his hometown and misses his people. When he encounters a good festival, his longing is doubled. Then the poem jumped to write about the brothers far away in their hometown. When they climbed high according to the custom of Double Ninth Festival, they also missed themselves. The poetry jumps repeatedly, is implicit and deep, is simple and natural, and has twists and turns. "I miss my relatives even more during the festive season" has been a famous saying among wanderers for thousands of years, and it has touched the hearts of many wanderers. 4. A collection of poems about the Double Ninth Festival

I know from afar that my brothers are climbing to a high place, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees. ——Wang Wei's "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

It's the Double Ninth Festival again, jade pillows and gauze kitchens, the coolness starts to penetrate in the middle of the night. ——Li Qingzhao "Drunken Flowers, Thick Mist, Clouds and Sadness for Eternal Day"

It is rare to open your mouth to smile in this world, and you must return home with your head filled with chrysanthemums. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

I hope that the King of Heaven will issue an edict, and I will be well prepared early, and I will be satisfied. ——Song Jiang's "The River is Red·Happy to Meet the Double Ninth Festival"

Nine days of yellow flower wine, you can smell it when you climb high. —— Cen Shen's "Nine Days Climbing to the High Level with the Imperial Doctor"

For nine days, Longshan drank, and the yellow flowers smiled and chased the ministers. ——Li Bai's "Nine Days of Drinking at Longshan"

The heart follows the southern clouds, and the body follows the northern geese. ——Mr. Jiang "Returned to Yangzhou from Chang'an on September 9th." 》

On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he served a cup to send guests away from a foreign country. ——Wang Bo's "Nine Days in Sichuan"

The chrysanthemums that pity my hometown should bloom near the battlefield.

——Cen Shen's "Nine Days of Marching and Thinking of Chang'an Hometown"

I want to find Peng Zezai closely, and I am drunk with chrysanthemum cup. ——Cui Shu, "Nine Days on the Immortal Platform to See the Appearance of Liu Ming's Mansion"

During the Double Ninth Festival, while drinking a glass of wine alone, I got sick and climbed the river to the stage. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days Part 1"

The Yunshan Mountains of the Three Jin Dynasties all face north, while the wind and rain of the Erling Mountains come from the east. —— Cui Shu "On the Nine Days I Climbed the Immortal Platform to See the Appearance of Liu Ming's Mansion"

The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost. ——Bai Juyi's "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival"

Forcibly trimming the green yarn on Qingshan. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Order of Gui Gui·Nine Days"

Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems for Nine Days Part 1" 5. Verses about the Double Ninth Festival Ancient Poems

1. Live up to the promise of Dongli and carry your respect through the thatched cottage. ——Miaoxin "Nine Days to Reward the Scholars"

2. I feel like taking a break during the Double Ninth Festival, so I go upstairs with my guests carrying a pot of wine. ——Jiang Tang's "Nine Days of Climbing the Star Tower"

3. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching again, and there are sounds of anvils and pestles in several places. ——Qin Guan's "The Garden is Full of Fragrance, the Clear Water Startles the Autumn"

4. If you want to look for Peng Zezai closely, you will be intoxicated by the chrysanthemum cup. ——Cui Shu "Nine Days on the Immortal Platform to See the Appearance of Liu Ming's Mansion"

5. Why do you fill your sleeves with gold flowers? ——Du Fu's "Nine Days to Send Cen Ginseng"

6. It's a festival for chrysanthemums on the east fence, and they are all showing off. ——Du Fu's "Nine Days to Send Cen Ginseng"

7. The chrysanthemum wine in Yuanmen brings great excitement, and the wind and clouds in Yansai make you enjoy a grand tour. ——Wang Qiong "Climbing Huamachi City on Nine Days" 6. A collection of ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival

"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

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 climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

"Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Mu

The wild geese first fly in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests Bring the pot with Cui Wei.

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

But you will be drunk to celebrate the festival, 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?

"White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

The garden is full of chrysanthemums and golden tulips. There is a solitary bush that looks like frost.

It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.

"Nine Days in Sichuan/Nine Days to Climb High"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Bo

Looking forward to September 9th On Xiangtai, he gave guests a cup to send guests away from home.

Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese come from the north.

"Nine Days in Yuanzhou"

Dynasty: Ming Dynasty

Author: Zhao Shichun

The sound of autumn swallows stuffed rice, and the edge of the air is soothed by frost and flowers. .

On the 9th, I climbed to the high point and saw the mountains.

Cang Jian is still clear water, green wine is against yellow flowers.

Wherever the swans return, the clouds set in the long sky. 7. Poems describing the Double Ninth Festival

I know from afar that my brothers are climbing to a high place, so I plant a dogwood tree and one of them is missing.

White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival Banquet by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums and tulips, and there is a solitary cluster in the middle that looks like frost. It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.

Nine Days at Dengba Terrace by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The millet-flavored wine has just begun to ripen, and 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 on the temples is gone, and the hometown letter will not come for a long time. He scratched his head while standing at the table, and the guests also lingered.

Inscribed on Tuxi on the Ninth Day by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The grass mats are spread on the banks of maple leaves, and the song "Bamboo Branches" is given as a chrysanthemum cup. Next year I will still be the guardian of Nanbin, maybe it will come again during the Double Ninth Festival.

Nine Days of Drunk Yin by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The head turns white when there is hatred, but the chrysanthemum turns yellow when it is ruthless. One is the Sima of the state, and the third is the Double Ninth Festival.

The sword box is full of dust, and the caged bird is full of sun and moon. I follow the fisherman's smile, and the door is full of birds.

Asking about the illness, I stayed with the guests, and I occasionally drank wine while listening to the singing. Sighing to discuss the current situation, relying on nostalgia to count the survival and death.

Nailao should be at a loss, but there may be a way to cure depression. There is no way to imitate Wang Ji, but to be drunk as a hometown.

Drinking Alone on the 9th of Leap September by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are still some old orchestras in front of the green statue beside the yellow flowers. By chance, on the ninth day of leap autumn, I was drinking alone in Dongli.

Since I have been fasting in September, I will not be drunk for fifteen years during the Double Ninth Festival. Accompanying the doctor to climb the mountain for nine days, Tang Cen Shen. 8. Verses about the Double Ninth Festival

White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The garden is full of golden chrysanthemums, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost.

It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.

Nine Days at Dengba Terrace

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The millet-flavored wine has just ripened, and 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.

On the Double Ninth Festival this year, Bazitai is in depression.

The journey on the temples is gone, and the hometown letter will not come for a long time.

The guests scratched their heads while standing at the table, and the guests also lingered.

Inscribed on Tuxi on the Ninth Day

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The banks of maple leaves are spread on the grass mats, and chrysanthemum cups are presented with the song "Bamboo Branches".

Next year I will still be the guardian of Nanbin, maybe it will be changed during the Double Ninth Festival.

Nine Days of Drunk Yin

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When there is hatred, the head turns white, but when there is no ruthlessness, the chrysanthemum turns yellow.

One is the Sima of the state, and the third is the Double Ninth Festival.

The sword box is full of dust, and the caged bird is full of sun and moon.

The fisherman laughs, and the door is full of birds.

Asking about the illness, I stayed with the guests, and I occasionally drank wine while listening to the singing.

Sighing about the current situation and relying on it, thinking about survival and destruction with nostalgia.

Nailao should be at a loss, but there may be a way to cure depression.

There is no way to imitate Wang Ji, but to be drunk.

Drinking Alone on the 9th of Leap September

Tang Bai Juyi

In front of the green statue beside the yellow flowers, there are still some old orchestral instruments. I happened to meet him on the ninth day of leap autumn.

I was drinking alone in Dongli and felt peaceful. I have been fasting since the ninth month and have not been drunk on the Double Ninth Festival for fifteen years.

Accompanying the doctor to climb high for nine days

Tang Cen Shen

Nine days of yellow flower wine, I will smell it when I climb high.

The frost power chases away the inferior prime minister, and the murderous spirit approaches the middle army.

The horizontal flute frightens the geese, and the sweet songs fall into the clouds.

Fortunately, nothing happened, and I danced drunkenly with you.

Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days

Du Mu of Tang Dynasty

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

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

But you will be drunk to celebrate the festival, 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?

Nine-day mountain climbing

Li Bai of Tang Dynasty

When Yuan Ming returned, he did not follow the world. Since there was nothing in the cup, I happened to be a herdsman in Honshu.

Because of recruiting people in white, they laughed and drank yellow flowers and chrysanthemums. I am not proud of my arrival. I missed the Double Ninth Festival.

He Junfa was mentioned in the title, so he ended up in the southern period of the city. Build earth and ring the mountain, overlooking Wanshui Mekong.

The Hu people call the jade flute, and the Yue girls play the frost silk. Self-proclaimed King of England, Si Le cannot be seen.

The red carp rises high on the piano, and the white turtle talks about Feng Yi. Spirits and immortals are as if they know each other from afar.

There have been people who have climbed high since ancient times, but now there are only a few of them. Cangzhou has broken its promise, but tomorrow is still waiting.

The mountains are like shocking waves, which merge into the sea. He raised his sleeves and waved four seats, and everyone knew he was drunk.

Singing together to send the clear air, the dancing is chaotic and uneven. The guests scatter with the fallen leaves, and the hats blow with the autumn wind.

I come to this stage after farewell, and I wish to express my longing for you. 9. Ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival

Ninth day Geng Mao On the Double Ninth Festival, the cold temple is full of autumn flowers, and I am visiting the old man in the south building.

He walked up to the algae well on foot and planted dogwood trees when he was thin. 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. On the 9th day of the ninth month of the ninth month of Fenghe, I ascended to Ci'en Temple and made the pagoda to explain the Wan Rui Pagoda.

There is purity in the sky, but there is no fragrance in the place of consciousness. The rain and dust collect, the wind and autumn wind make the water cool.

This is the time to pick fairy chrysanthemums to celebrate the Chongyang Festival. Dwelling in the Double Ninth Festival Sikong Tu This person fled to Xiangguan, and the Eighth Double Ninth Festival was in Jiuxian Mountain.

The chrysanthemums on the fence have become rotten and rotten, and the children often have to climb them. 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. On the 9th, I accompanied Mr. Cui to a banquet in Beishan. Yan Wei arrived in Nantai as a guest. We will write this 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. Walking on the Shasha by Xin Qiji The towers are full of moonlight and the courtyards are fragrant in autumn.

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 is a time to think but also to be sad, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy. Rui Partridge, Ge Cube, Well Wu Ye, the autumn wind is late.

Dongli is full of money. The emergency is the Double Ninth Festival.

The fragrance of the courtyard is baked deep into the sun. There is no grass in the quiet posture.

Don’t regret getting into trouble early. Chewing pistils next to the pool platform.

Shougong Sang dropped his cup. Nanxiangzi's Chongjiu Hanhui Tower is in the shape of Xu Junyou and Su Shi, with traces of frost and precipitation, and the pale blue scales reveal 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 flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow.

On the ninth day, King Gong Su Shi of the second rhyme, I was drunk and wanted to sleep. You gave up and taught me to go to Qingzhou.

Spare me three thousand feet for the frost on my temples, and I will lose you a hundred feet for 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. On the 9th, Su Shi wrote in Huanglou. Last year during the Double Ninth Festival, it was indescribable that thousands of people were dying at midnight in Nancheng.

The water penetrated the city and thundered, and the mud filled the city 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. Don't be afraid that the wine is thin, red and powdery, it will eventually win the battle in the mud.

The new walls of the Huanglou have not yet dried up, and the first frost has fallen on the Qinghe River. The white dew in the morning is like drizzle, and there is no Qianxun Temple in Nanshan.

There is a vast sea in front of the building, and the sound of oars and crows can be heard 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, you can see the fishing village and the distant water and the scaly mountains. Poets and warriors mixed with dragons and tigers, (there were more than thirty guests, many famous people.)

Chu dances and Wu songs mixed with geese and ducks. A cup of wine belongs to you, don’t say goodbye, this situation is so clear and clear.

? On the 9th, we climbed up the mountain to Du Mujiang Han, and the geese began to fly in the autumn shadows. We carried the pots with the guests on the green Wei. It's rare to smile in this world, and I will return with my head full of chrysanthemums.

But I will be drunk to celebrate 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?

? On September 9, I recalled that my brother Wang Wei from Shandong was a stranger in a foreign land, and he missed his 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.

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