Reed is near the water, and there are wild ducks, fishermen (kingfishers), long-legged mosquitoes and water spiders on the shore. Reed looked down at the thin shadow in the water. The wild duck was sleepy and dozed off in the middle of the river. Occasionally, a fishing boat crossed and rippled slightly, which shocked the spring dream of a river.
When the wind blows, reeds sway thousands of miles. I stood on the shore, listening to the songs in the wind in the distance:
"Jiangtou sunshine flat sand, tide retreat fishing boat pavilion bank oblique. Bai Niao stood by the water and saw people jumping into the reeds. "
"When you come back from fishing, you don't tie the boat, and Jiangcun sleeps on the moon. Even if it is blown away by the wind overnight, it will only be near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. "
Sunset at Niaojiang Village in Luhuabai; The river winds in Xiaoyue and the ship runs aground. This situation, this scene, why are people not fascinated by it?
I enjoyed myself and wandered among the reeds, when suddenly the rain came, destroying the scenery and defeating the reeds. What a pity:
"The reeds on the edge of the bitter bamboo forest stop thinking 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 is this life drifting, in a world. "
"Fishing boat smoke, reed hydrophobic. It is accidental to live or fall, and it is also accidental to die. Bai Bo is full of herons, and the yellow leaf forest gives off cicadas. The chariot is not in a hurry, and it will be calm in the morning and evening. "
Bitter bamboo spring rain, white waves lift the sky; Reed is sparse, and egrets are lost in the river. Why doesn't this wind and rain make people sigh?
I quietly looked at this reed field, or this reed, or that clump of reeds, just because of the concern of different lives, just because of the complicated situation, people see things and know people, giving birth to different feelings and feelings, the strangeness of this life, the hurdle of this world? ? How can people face this reed and that clump of reeds in front of them?
The night is slightly tipsy, and the water is red, such as oil-soaked tissue paper. The breeze blew, and the fisherman swept across the water, which complemented the reflection in the river.
Wandering around, I don't know what to do I heard a sigh, "I'm tired of singing, too." It was fluttering.
Yes, I don't want to pay attention to it if you are not a reed on the shallow shore, even if you are a fishing boat paddling by. I've been here before, even though you don't know it.