The Double Ninth Festival is a festival that is very old, because the "book of changes" in the number "Nine" set as a positive number, September nine prosperous every two positive numbers are overlapped, so be Chung Yeung "." Chung Yeung Festival dyed with the aroma of chrysanthemum, wrapped in light with the frost and dew, impregnated with strong wine, carrying heavy sunset in endless aftertaste of their minds.
After school, I was a man riding a bicycle, in the across the street next to the avenue shuttle. Night, very quiet, street lights to weave slanting down. Through the broken bits of scattered leaves, in my eyes cast spots refute shiny. Bleak autumn wind blows, the air filled with a smell of autumn, but less tilling of the land and to the smell of flowers. A kind of beautiful autumn leaves danced like a butterfly dance, will fall on my car basket. I took this piece of caducous leaves from the car basket, watched it psychologically feel a little sad, can not help but recall the previous chongyang.
Before the Double Ninth Festival, my grandpa, grandmother and other family will go climbing, tired, sat on the roadside stone rest, and then continue climbing the unfinished journey. Sometimes, I was walking, crying to my grandmother back to me. Even when going uphill, we feel very hard, exhausted; can be when we stand on the top of the mountain to enjoy the magnificent scenery, suddenly all the hard work are thrown behind, feeling refreshed. The sky, the mountains, everywhere is the fall of the shadow. The air filled with a smell of autumn, our mood is like the autumn sky as clear open.
Soon, we were autumn shower down the mountain, then opened the brilliant all over the mountains and plains of the wild chrysanthemum. When I go down the mountain, I always pick up a lot and get home and put it in the vase.
This double ninth and Chongyang. And when I do, but away from home, not with grandma and grandpa together to climb the mountain mining Ju LAK, a thought of here, seriously can not help flashing crystal tears.
I just Napian hands fluttering leaves caught in the book, riding a bike facing the bleak autumn home.
Also did not enter the door to ask a burst of fragrance, opened the door a look, mom and dad made a lot of dishes. Not every kind of, I quickly washed his hands a superb collection of beautiful things, sit down and eat. At the time of the meal, my mother also helps me from time to time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -.
After dinner, I lie on the window sill, look up at the night sky, look at the moon, look at the stars, so that they rely on my grandfather grandmother's thoughts, to convey it to my grandparents. Out of the window, a bleak autumn wind blowing, I took the caducous leaves again, my heart is warm. Previous time has gone by, although no tilling of the land and rice flower fragrance in the air, but still imbued with autumn atmosphere. Yellow leaves fall into ", but to other green conservation soil". Although I did not go hiking with my grandparents, but there is a father and mother accompanied me.
Let us chasing Mu Tao Yuanming "picking chrysanthemums under" leisurely, Li Qingzhao "curtain roll westerly" feelings, reread Wang Wei "Sze times" famous, let warm poetic linger in the Double Ninth Festival. We express our deep concern that chongyang.
星期一的時候，有個同學跟我說：“今天九月九日哦。”我這才想起今天是重陽節(jié)，我婉兒一笑說：“對哦，今天是重陽節(jié)。”
重陽節(jié)是一個非常古老的節(jié)日，因為《易經(jīng)》中把數(shù)字“九”定為陽數(shù)，而九月九旺逢兩個陽數(shù)相疊，所以成為“重陽�！敝仃柟�(jié)染著菊花的香氣，披著輕含的霜露，浸著烈的美酒，載著殘陽中回味不盡的厚重心事。
放學后，我獨自一人騎著自行車，在華燈初上的街道旁的林蔭道穿梭。夜，很靜，路邊的燈光斜斜地織下來，細碎的穿過零落的樹葉，在我的眼睛里投下斑斑駁駁的閃亮。蕭瑟的秋風吹過，空氣中彌漫著一股秋的氣息，惟獨少了翻耕了的土地和到花的芳香。一片秋葉跳著像蝴蝶樣絕美的舞蹈，將落在我的車籃里。我從車籃里拿出這片早落的黃葉，看著它心理覺得有點凄涼，不禁回想起往年的重陽。
以前重陽的時候，我，爺爺，奶奶等一家人都會去登山，累了就坐在路邊的石頭上休息一下，然后再繼續(xù)未完的登山之旅。有時，我是在走不動了，就哭著要奶奶背我。即使上山的時候，我們覺得很辛苦，筋疲力盡；可當我們站在山頂飽覽壯麗的山色時，頓時所有的辛苦都被拋諸腦后，感覺神清氣爽。天上，山上，到處都是秋天的身影�？諝庵袕浡还汕锏臍庀�，我們的心情也如秋日的碧空一樣空闊明朗。
不久，我們沐浴者秋風下山了，那時的野菊花漫山遍野睜開的爛漫。我下山的時候總要采上一大把，拿回家插在花瓶里。
碎碎重陽，今又重陽。而此時的我呢，卻遠離家鄉(xiāng)，不能與爺爺奶奶一起登山采菊叻，一想到這里，嚴重不禁閃著晶瑩的淚花。
我把手中那片剛才飛舞的落葉夾在書中，騎自行車迎著蕭瑟的秋風回家了。
還沒進門就問道一陣陣香味，推開門一看，爸爸媽媽做了好多菜。才各式各樣，琳瑯滿目，我趕緊洗了手坐下來吃飯。吃飯的時候，媽媽還時不時幫我夾菜······從這些美味佳肴里我吃出的是親情的溫暖。
吃完飯，我趴在窗臺上，仰望夜空，仰望月亮，仰望滿天繁星，讓它們寄托我對爺爺奶奶的思念，把它傳達給家鄉(xiāng)的爺爺奶奶。窗外，一陣蕭瑟的秋風吹過，我再次拿出那片早落的黃葉，可我心里卻暖烘烘的。以前的時光已經(jīng)一去不返了，雖然空氣中沒有了翻耕了的土地和稻花的芳香，卻仍浸透著秋的氣息。黃葉落了，卻化作“春泥”來養(yǎng)護其他的綠葉。我雖沒能與爺爺一起登山采菊，卻有爸爸媽媽陪伴著我。
讓我們追慕陶淵明“采菊東籬下”的悠然，遙想李清照“簾卷西風時”的情懷，重讀王維“每逢佳節(jié)倍思親”的名句，讓融融的詩意縈繞重陽。讓重陽寄托我們深深的思念。
