Write a poem about birds flying in fright:
I can’t miss lovesickness, so I fly away again in the cool waves.
The sky is long, the shadows of wild geese are sparse, the moon is setting and the mountains are thin, it is deserted and clear in late autumn. Calling the eagle down the bird path, playing horses out of the dragon sand.
A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers.
A horse returns from the sky, whipping up a whip and flying birds.
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off.
The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.
The wild geese are falling, deep in the cold reeds.