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The Double Ninth: one date that became grave-sweeping in Hong Kong and Grandparents' Day in Beijing
On the ninth day of the ninth month, families climb high ground, carry dogwood and drink chrysanthemum wine. In Hong Kong they also sweep the graves; on the mainland the same date is now Seniors' Day. On the split, and the poem a seventeen-year-old wrote about it.Written to last.
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Nine is the largest single digit and, in the old Chinese scheme of things, the most yang number there is. The ninth day of the ninth month therefore doubles it, and a doubled maximum was not read as good fortune. It was read as excess, and excess was dangerous.
The customs attached to the day are, accordingly, protective. You go up. You climb a hill, or a pagoda, or whatever high ground is available, and you take with you a sprig of zhuyu, cornelian cherry dogwood, tucked into your clothes or worn in a small bag. You drink chrysanthemum wine, because the chrysanthemum is the flower that comes into its own in the ninth month and is associated with longevity. You eat chongyang gao, a steamed cake, because the word for cake is a homophone of the word for high, and eating it counts if there is no hill nearby.
The story attached to all of this is told about a man named Huan Jing.
A plague demon lived in a river and killed the people of the district each year, including Huan Jing's parents. He went to study with the immortal Fei Changfang, trained for a long time, and was eventually sent home with instructions: on the ninth day of the ninth month, take the whole village up the mountain, give everyone a sprig of dogwood to carry and a cup of chrysanthemum wine to drink, and wait.
The demon came out of the water, found the village empty, followed them up the hill, and was stopped by the smell of the dogwood and the wine long enough for Huan Jing to kill it.
Whether or not anything of the sort occurred, the tale explains the practice exactly: high ground, a strong-smelling plant, an aromatic drink, on one specific date. It is a folk memory of an autumn epidemic and a prescription for avoiding it, kept alive by being made into a festival.
The Double Ninth produced one of the most widely memorised poems in the Chinese language, and it was written by a teenager.
Fang Shishu, The Ninth Day Literary Gathering at Xing'an. The Double Ninth as the educated classes kept it: up on high ground, with wine and poetry. Cleveland Museum of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons.
Wang Wei was about seventeen, away from home and studying in the capital, when he wrote On the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month, Thinking of My Brothers East of the Mountains. Its first two lines say that alone in a strange region he is a stranger, and that every time a festival comes round he thinks of his family twice as much. Its last two imagine his brothers climbing the hill without him and noticing, as they hand out the dogwood, that there is one person short.
Thirteen centuries later, that is still the most accurate description anyone has produced of what a family festival does to somebody who cannot get to it. Chinese schoolchildren learn it. Adults working away from home quote the second line to each other in October without needing to explain.
It is also, incidentally, an argument for writing things down. The feeling was universal and the festival was annual; what makes this particular experience of it survive is that a seventeen-year-old put twenty-eight characters on paper.
In Hong Kong and Macau, Chung Yeung is a public holiday and one of the two grave-sweeping days of the year. The other is Qingming in spring; Chung Yeung is its autumn counterpart. Families go up to the hillside cemeteries, which are literally high ground, clear the plots, burn offerings and lay out food.
The two customs fit together neatly enough that it is easy to assume they were always one thing. They were not. Climbing, dogwood and chrysanthemum wine belong to the apotropaic layer; grave visiting attached to the date later and more strongly in the south. The hills of Hong Kong, where the cemeteries are on slopes, made the merger particularly natural.
The territory takes it seriously as a matter of public administration: extra transport is run to the cemeteries, hillfire warnings go out because of the burning, and the crowds on the day are among the largest of the year.
On the mainland the same date has been given a second, official meaning.
Because nine, jiu, is a homophone of the word for a long time, the Double Ninth had long carried an association with longevity. From the late 1980s it was promoted as a day for the elderly, and China's law on the rights and interests of older people formally designated the ninth day of the ninth lunar month as Seniors' Day.
So the day now does two different jobs in two places. In Hong Kong it is when you go and tend your grandparents' graves. In Beijing it is when you visit your grandparents. The same festival, the same date, the same underlying obligation, pointed at two ends of the same relationship.
There is nothing false about either. A calendar that had already survived by absorbing new functions absorbed one more.
Chinese remembrance is unusually well distributed across the year. Qingming in spring for your own dead, the Hungry Ghost Festival in high summer for everybody else's, the Double Ninth in autumn for the graves again and for the old people still with you. The older Cold Food Festival sat immediately before Qingming and was largely absorbed by it.
Between them they leave very little room to forget, which is the design. Obligation is spread across seasons so that no single missed occasion breaks the chain.
What none of them supplies is the content. A grave can be swept by someone who knows nothing about the person under it, and an elderly relative can be visited on Seniors' Day without anyone asking what her life was like. Wang Wei's poem survives because he wrote his down.
The plague on the river
The poem