九月九日憶山東兄弟
王維
獨在異鄉(xiāng)為異客，每逢佳節(jié)倍思親。
遙知兄弟登高處，遍插茱萸少一人。
Double Ninth, Missing My Shandong Brothers
Wang Wei
As a lonely stranger in the strange land,
Every holiday the homesickness amplifies.
Knowing that my brothers have reached the peak,
All but one is present at the planting of flowers
登高
杜甫
風急天高猿嘯哀，渚清沙白鳥飛回。
無邊落木蕭蕭下，不盡長江滾滾來。
萬里悲秋常作客，百年多病獨登臺。
艱難苦恨繁霜鬢，潦倒新停濁酒懷。
Ascend
Du fu
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering
Over the clear lake and white sand birds are flying homeward
Immensity of leaves rustling fell
The never-ending Yangtze river rolling on
I have come thousands of miles miles away, sad now with autumn
And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples，
Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
醉花蔭
李清照
薄霧濃云愁永晝，瑞腦銷金獸。 佳節(jié)又重陽，玉枕紗櫥，半夜涼初透。
東籬把酒黃昏后，有暗香盈袖。 莫道不銷魂，簾卷西風，人比黃花瘦!
To the Tune of Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers
Li Qingzhao
Light mists and heavy clouds,
melancholy the long dreary day.
In the golden censer
the burning incense is dying away.
It is again time
for the lovely Double-Ninth Festival;
The coolness of midnight
penetrates my screen of sheer silk
and chills my pillow of jade.
After drinking wine at twilight
under the chrysanthemum hedge,
My sleeves are perfumed
by the fragrance of the plants.
Oh, I cannot say it is not endearing,
Only, when the west wind stir the curtain,
I see that I am more gracile
than the yellow flowers.
采桑子
毛澤東
人生易老天難老，歲歲重陽。今又重陽，戰(zhàn)地黃花分外香。
一年一度秋風勁，不似春光。勝似春光，廖廓江天萬里霜。
To the Tune of Tsai Sang Tzu
Mao Zedong
Man ages all too easily, not Nature:
Year by year the Double Ninth returns.
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battlefield smell sweeter.
Each year the autumn wind blows fierce,
Unlike spring’s splendour,
Yet surpassing spring’s splendour,
See the endless expanse of frosty sky and water.
