Poems related to wild geese

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The long wind sends the autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.

The cold weather arrived early in Jiangxiang this year, and the wild geese were not seen flying until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.