Poems about eagles.

Water dragons, Yuan went to China, Han River flowed into the pale smoke, and the garrison was suspended in the past. At the beginning of first frost, eagles were flying, falcons were fighting, and the sky was clear. In the sound of new geese, in the shadow of sunset, the autumn breath of a thousand cliffs. Read Dongli to pick chrysanthemums, Longshan falls its hat, and the wind is still there. Get drunk after drinking pine mash. Broken strings on the back, Linzhang, Xiao Ji. Cornus officinalis, who is healthy next year, has a sad life experience. I don't know, not to mention it's like climbing a mountain. That's unbelievable. It goes in one ear and out the other. I never remember it. In the field, foxes and rabbits went to the Tang Dynasty to plant beans, hoes and furrows. Crops and beans, foxes and rabbits. Cut mandarin ducks, feed eagles and cook dogs. Eagles are afraid of rabbits, but dogs are led by foxes. A fox and a rabbit need each other, but an eagle and a dog need each other. It was dark and cold, and the grass beans were damaged. Eagles and dogs cook, so do foxes and rabbits. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.