Write reed poems

Autumn sounds are mixed and centrifugal, and dreams are full of rain.

Since the big leaves on the steps, why should we mourn?

When the grass falls in autumn, the woodcutter looks for it every day.

Quietly curved out of the valley of capacity, the stone has a lingering sound.

Smell geese in the cold month, and listen to warblers in the windy day.

After traveling in the mountains for two years, I am afraid of the sound of rain boats.

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly.

In the spring rain, moss falls to the ground, white waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind.

A hundred years later, everything is empty.

When will I wander in this life, in a wisp of heaven and earth.

Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales.

The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.

The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit.

No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.

Blue creek washes jade and autumn colors, and this place is clear.

Reed sound and rain sound, lotus fragrance around the lamp.

The ancient Qin road is on the shore, and the Han and Huangling tombs are on the pavilion surface.

Jingsi spring is the foundation, and the cliff falls several layers.

A bottle of farewell wine is endless.

Wanshui Qian Shan Road, only a few months.

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.

If you don't return to China, you will pass on a false name.

Swaying the vermicelli in Baling Prefecture, the Qingjiang River got wind of it.

The mountains are long and the autumn city is gone, and the clouds are empty.

When the rain falls, the green mountain apes cry, and people cry pomegranate branches.

For no reason, the king's business is still related, and the heartbroken people don't know.

There are many differences between the north and the south, and the cause is half.

The land is barren, the mountains are exhausted, the river is flooded, and the cold is pressing.

The dew is heavy, and the frost is clear.

You can go back thousands of miles without blowing off dust.