Ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival Ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival

What are some ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival? An ancient poem says: "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is almost Double Ninth Festival." Double Ninth Festival is a poetic festival. Next, let us appreciate the Double Ninth Festival poems left by literati and poets from ancient times to the present.

Selected ancient poems about Double Ninth Festival

"On September 10th" Tang Dynasty/Li Bai

After climbing the heights yesterday, I will drink again today.
Why are chrysanthemums so bitter, having to endure these two Double Ninth Festivals?

"Ode to White Chrysanthemums at the Double Ninth Festival" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

The whole garden is full of golden chrysanthemums, with a single cluster that looks like frost.
It is just like today’s singing and drinking party, where an old man with white hair joins the young people.

"View of Xuanwu Mountain from a Traveler on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month" by Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty

Looking at the mountains and rivers on the ninth day of the ninth month, I yearn for home in the accumulated wind and smoke.
Drinking golden flower wine together in a foreign land, and mourning together for the wild geese flying across the sky thousands of miles away.

"Climbing Mount Qi on the Ninth Day" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty

The river is filled with autumn shadows and wild geese are starting to fly. I take a pot of wine with my guests to Cuiwei.
It is hard to smile in this world, so I must wear my hair full of chrysanthemums when I return home.
But I will get drunk to celebrate the festival, and there is no need to climb the mountain to regret the setting sun.
It has been like this since ancient times, why should Niushan be the only one to get wet?

"Nine Days, Three Years of Double Ninth Festival Chrysanthemums" Ming/Vincent

For three years, I was not at home when the Double Ninth Festival chrysanthemums bloomed.
Who would have thought that today I would be drinking wine, facing the flowers from my hometown.
In the vast wilderness, clouds hang over the trees; in the cold weather, geese gather on the sand.
There is so much fun in climbing up to the top, where can I see the capital city?