On Monday, a classmate told me, "today, September 9th." I remembered that today is the Double Ninth Festival, I wan smile said: "Oh, today is the double ninth festival."
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.
星期一的时候，有个同学跟我说：“今天九月九日哦。”我这才想起今天是重阳节，我婉儿一笑说：“对哦，今天是重阳节。”
重阳节是一个非常古老的节日，因为《易经》中把数字“九”定为阳数，而九月九旺逢两个阳数相叠，所以成为“重阳。”重阳节染着菊花的香气，披着轻含的霜露，浸着烈的美酒，载着残阳中回味不尽的厚重心事。
放学后，我独自一人骑着自行车，在华灯初上的街道旁的林荫道穿梭。夜，很静，路边的灯光斜斜地织下来，细碎的穿过零落的树叶，在我的眼睛里投下斑斑驳驳的闪亮。萧瑟的秋风吹过，空气中弥漫着一股秋的气息，惟独少了翻耕了的土地和到花的芳香。一片秋叶跳着像蝴蝶样绝美的舞蹈，将落在我的车篮里。我从车篮里拿出这片早落的黄叶，看着它心理觉得有点凄凉，不禁回想起往年的重阳。
以前重阳的时候，我，爷爷，奶奶等一家人都会去登山，累了就坐在路边的石头上休息一下，然后再继续未完的登山之旅。有时，我是在走不动了，就哭着要奶奶背我。即使上山的时候，我们觉得很辛苦，筋疲力尽；可当我们站在山顶饱览壮丽的山色时，顿时所有的辛苦都被抛诸脑后，感觉神清气爽。天上，山上，到处都是秋天的身影。空气中弥漫着一股秋的气息，我们的心情也如秋日的碧空一样空阔明朗。
不久，我们沐浴者秋风下山了，那时的野菊花漫山遍野睁开的烂漫。我下山的时候总要采上一大把，拿回家插在花瓶里。
碎碎重阳，今又重阳。而此时的我呢，却远离家乡，不能与爷爷奶奶一起登山采菊叻，一想到这里，严重不禁闪着晶莹的泪花。
我把手中那片刚才飞舞的落叶夹在书中，骑自行车迎着萧瑟的秋风回家了。
还没进门就问道一阵阵香味，推开门一看，爸爸妈妈做了好多菜。才各式各样，琳琅满目，我赶紧洗了手坐下来吃饭。吃饭的时候，妈妈还时不时帮我夹菜······从这些美味佳肴里我吃出的是亲情的温暖。
吃完饭，我趴在窗台上，仰望夜空，仰望月亮，仰望满天繁星，让它们寄托我对爷爷奶奶的思念，把它传达给家乡的爷爷奶奶。窗外，一阵萧瑟的秋风吹过，我再次拿出那片早落的黄叶，可我心里却暖烘烘的。以前的时光已经一去不返了，虽然空气中没有了翻耕了的土地和稻花的芳香，却仍浸透着秋的气息。黄叶落了，却化作“春泥”来养护其他的绿叶。我虽没能与爷爷一起登山采菊，却有爸爸妈妈陪伴着我。
让我们追慕陶渊明“采菊东篱下”的悠然，遥想李清照“帘卷西风时”的情怀，重读王维“每逢佳节倍思亲”的名句，让融融的诗意萦绕重阳。让重阳寄托我们深深的思念。
