Two lines of poetry on the Double Ninth Festival form a parallel line.

Remembering the Brothers from Shandong on September 9th

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei

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.

Climbing up the mountain in nine days

(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu

The wild geese first fly in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they carry pots with guests on the green micro. 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?

View of the Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th

(Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin

Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.

Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away.

Ninth Day in Shuzhong

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo

On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he served a cup to send off guests from a foreign land.

Human sentiment is tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese come from the north.

Nine Days

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin

Don’t compare the border areas to Kyoto, where there is severe frost in August and the grass has withered.

I wonder if there are chrysanthemums in the wine bottle at Denggao today.

Nine Days

(Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng

The yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall by the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.

I couldn’t bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone.