九月初九重陽(yáng)節(jié)有哪些古詩(shī)詞呢?學(xué)習(xí)啦網(wǎng)小編給大家整理關(guān)于重陽(yáng)節(jié)古典詩(shī)詞中英文版的內(nèi)容，歡迎閱讀與參考。

　　登高

　　杜甫

　　風(fēng)急天高猿嘯哀，渚清沙白鳥飛回。

　　無(wú)邊落木蕭蕭下，不盡長(zhǎng)江滾滾來(lái)。

　　萬(wàn)里悲秋常作客，百年多病獨(dú)登臺(tái)。

　　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.

　　九月九日憶山東兄弟

　　王維

　　獨(dú)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
重陽(yáng)節(jié)相關(guān)的古典詩(shī)詞

　　醉花蔭

　　李清照

　　薄霧濃云愁永晝，瑞腦銷金獸。 佳節(jié)又重陽(yáng)，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(fēng)，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(yáng)。今又重陽(yáng)，戰(zhàn)地黃花分外香。

　　一年一度秋風(fēng)勁，不似春光。勝似春光，廖廓江天萬(wàn)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