Double Ninth Festival Tom Sharp

After the frost, the level of the river has dropped; we see new islands in the distance as we climb. We’re gradually less light-headed from the wine and begin to appreciate the fresh air. Even though it blows, my hat wants to stay on my head. The festival is a good excuse to drink and forget about our worries, but the world is only a fleeting dream. Everything will be different tomorrow. Chrysanthemums will be less fragrant and butterflies won’t know where to fly.

南乡子·重九涵辉楼呈徐君猷 苏轼

霜降水痕收，浅碧鳞鳞露远洲。 酒力渐消风力软，飕飕。 破帽多情却恋头。 佳节若为酬，但把清尊断送秋。 万事到头都是梦，休休。 明日黄花蝶也愁。