Poems on the quality of reeds

Sikongshu

Come back from fishing without tying a boat, Jiangcun sleeps at sunset.

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua.

Jiang Cun wan tiao

Dai Fugu

The sunshine on the river head is flat, and the tide recedes and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined.

Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people jump into the reeds.

Qingxi guest song

Wang chongliang

The wild king beat Huai Jie with his hand and tied a continuous knot outside the door when he came back. He smiled with purple beard and autumn, with Ke Tingyue in his sleeve.

Yin Shan's master carried Sesshū Tōyō, raised the tent and tied the cable to Qingxi's head. I don't know anything about ear fever in my life. If I want to hold hands and stay in the clouds.

In the west wind, reeds don't move, seagulls fly, horseshoes still enter the green hills, and willow tips are like blisters on the moon.

Ode to reed

Yu Yafei

Shallow water wetland with graceful reeds;

Swaying with the wind, unpretentious.