Lan Pei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, dogwood plugged all over, the festival and Chongyang.
Every traditional festival has a specific meaning. The Double Ninth Festival is inseparable from the two major themes of climbing high to appreciate autumn and worshiping ancestors and respecting the elderly.
Compared with the Qingming Festival, it has less heavy sorrow and more cherished blessings for the current life, especially the elderly, and respects the old and prays for longevity.
In the eyes of the ancients, it is a quiet and beautiful autumn light, and Meng Haoran once made an appointment with the old man: to stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to the chrysanthemum.
It is a lingering longing, Li Qingzhao is concerned about the husband who travels far away: the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
It is also a Chongyang chrysanthemum, but there are different joys and sorrows. One is looking forward to it, the other is ecstatic, and he knows his own warmth and coldness.
Of course, there is not only one color in autumn, and there are more than two kinds of poetry during the Chung Yeung Festival, and the taste of life is already varied.
1
On September 9, looking at the mountains and rivers, I returned to look at the wind and smoke.
Drink Jinhua wine together in other places, and share the sorrow of the wild goose.
—Tang · Lu Zhaolin, "Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on September 9"
Double Nine reunion, thoughts overlap, the most colorful stroke falls on nostalgia.
How deep is this longing, it is 17-year-old Wang Wei when he was wandering in a foreign country during the Chung Yeung Festival, he said that he missed his relatives every festive season.
When Lu Zhao traveled to Yizhou and climbed high and looked far away during the Double Ninth Festival, what he missed most was also the landscape of his hometown.
This feeling of looking forward to returning is like the wind and smoke piled up by one mountain after another in front of you, so thick that it can't be dissolved, and it is so wide that it rushes into the clouds.
In the vast world, wandering in a foreign land, he can only drink chrysanthemum wine with his friends who are sick and sympathetic, share sorrow and sorrow, and let the wild geese fly away.
The wild goose can still return, how can people be worthy. Not only could he bear it, but Wang Bo, who traveled to Shu and climbed Xuanwu Mountain at this time, was also difficult to dissolve:
On September 9, he looked at the hometown platform, and he sent off a cup in another country.
People are now tired of suffering in the south, and the wild goose comes from the north?
Two romantic talents who could have shined in Chang'an, Kyoto, have now been exiled to the remote Shu land, aren't they homesick?
Wang Bo was particularly grief-stricken, only because of the play "The King of Ying's Chicken", which angered Tang Gaozong, and was ordered to be driven out of King Pei's mansion, and he had no choice but to leave Beijing in a hurry.
This is why Wang Bo resents Hongyan coming from the north but does not know the intention of the suffering of the southerners, and has more twists and turns than Lu Zhaolin.
Hometown is always a warm harbor for people. The Double Ninth Festival is full of family, and the downfall is unforgettable.
2
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit is happy.
Looking at each other and trying to climb high, the heart flies away with the geese.
Sorrow is due to the twilight, and the prosperity is the autumn hair.
When I saw the people returning to the village, the sand crossed the head to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon.
Why should he bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
—Tang · Meng Haoran "Autumn Denglan Mountain Sends Zhang Wu"
Ninety-nine overlap, years and years of Chongyang, the most indifferent and distant ascending belongs to the hermit.
The white clouds on the north mountain are long, which is the best partner for the hermit Meng Haoran in the mountains to entertain himself, and the Chongyang climb is even more joyful.
Looking far away, the opposite side is the cloud mountain where his old friend Zhang Wu lives in seclusion, and unconsciously the thoughts in my heart also fly to the end of the mountain with the wild goose.
Until the sunset set in the west, the twilight was worried, Meng Haoran didn't want to enjoy the white clouds on the mountain alone, how much he hoped that Zhang Wu could also climb high and look far away together.
You see, the autumn is high and cool, and the things are chic, how enjoyable it is. The villagers slowly return from the sunset, sometimes strolling on the beach, sometimes resting on the ferry.
In the distance, the jungle is hidden, and the autumn trees are scattered in the sky like camellia, and the sandbar by the river is gently shrouded around the left and right like a crescent moon.
At this moment, how much I hope you are by your side, drinking yellow flower wine together, drunk all over the mountains and autumn, and don't bear the heavy sunny day.
It can be seen that there are many white clouds on the ridge, and it is not only pleasant. When you meet like-minded confidants, you also want to give them away.
The beautiful scenery of the good day, the old wine, only with the people who know each other to taste together, will it feel mellow and lasting.
3
The sky and autumn light, turning around the emotional wounds, exploring Jin Yingzhi near Chongyang. The first time I tried thin clothes, the green ants tasted new, and gradually there was a wind, a rain, and a cool.
In the courtyard at dusk, I was panicked, and when I woke up, I was sad about the past. That is an eternal night, and the moon is empty. Smell the anvil sound pounding, the sound of the stinging is thin, and the leakage is long.
—Song · Li Qingzhao "Xingxiangzi· Sky and Autumn Light"
The autumn light, the double yang of ninety-nine, the most lingering ecstasy of the acacia floats in the boudoir.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, Chongyang is approaching, the autumn mood is thick, and the autumn thoughts are also full of layers with the autumn coolness, lingering in the lonely boudoir.
The first autumn shirt, the first taste of new wine, every gust of wind, a gust of rain, will add a piece of autumn coolness and coolness. The chill that gradually penetrates the bone marrow is more and more depleting.
This time, Chongyang is no longer separated from her husband Zhao Mingcheng only by mountains and rivers, but is separated by yin and yang. People are thinner than yellow flowers, and they are really lighter.
There will be no more Chongyang chrysanthemums and dark fragrance sleeves, only the courtyard is sad alone at dusk. Since her husband left, she has no flowers in her heart.
Drunkenness is just drunkenness, just to bury the grief of the past in this dim courtyard, this lonely boudoir, miserable and panicked.
I am most afraid of people getting drunk and waking up, and they are alone for a long night. The bright moon fell on the empty bed, and the desolate autumn sound lingered, and I couldn't stop it.
The sound of pounding clothes is broken, the autumn insects are screaming, and the leakage is long, like countless thin needles piercing the heart, and there is no intention of the wind and moon in the world.
Ninety-nine Double Ninth Festival, I hope that the people who love each other can last a long time in their lifetime, cherish the people in front of them, and take pity on the current intentions.
4
Life is easy to grow old, and it is difficult to grow old. Now it is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers of the battlefield are extraordinarily fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring. It is better than spring, and the sky is frosty.
—Modern · Mao Zedong "Picking Mulberry · Chongyang"
The festival in the world, several times Chongyang, the most optimistic and magnificent chrysanthemums bloom on the battlefield.
Double Ninth Festival, also known as the Chrysanthemum Festival in ancient times. Appreciating the fragrance of chrysanthemums, drinking chrysanthemum wine, and hairpins chrysanthemums all convey the beautiful prayers of the ancients for longevity and perseverance.
On this basis, the great man's chrysanthemum Yinqiu further opened up and elevated, full of heroism and noble sentiments of striving for ideals.
He did not sigh at the rush of the streamer, but looked at life dialectically and the sky is not old, and metabolism is an objective law.
Now that it's Chongyang again, the chrysanthemums on the battlefield are exceptionally fragrant. This is no longer just about chrysanthemums, but has become the personification of countless people who stick to the revolutionary cause.
This pride comes from the soldiers who baptized the fire and from the great men who have a blue thread. At that time, he was at a low point and was suffering from malaria.
But he is still full of optimism, the west wind is strong but not bleak, the autumn light is not as bright as spring but it is magnificent and vast, far better than spring.
Look at the river and the sky, look at the frost of thousands of miles, and all things in the world are not afraid of wind and frost, this is not the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Such a spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers has surpassed the seasonal significance of Chongyang and autumn, and is full of family and country feelings and mission.
It is precisely because of the leadership of great men that countless revolutionary soldiers have followed one after another, so that we have the current Chongyang, and now we have Chongyang.
The chrysanthemum fragrance on the fence is on the wine, and the moon at the head of the building sits and reads the book. This prosperous era, after all, is as the monarchs wish, and I pay tribute to the martyrs.
Finally, I wish you all, climb high and look far, respect the old and cherish the blessings, pour dogwood wine, and get drunk and lie in chrysanthemum autumn.
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