Pinyin: lúdí；; ; Description: Reed and thistle.
Source: Don Du Xunhe's poem "Qiu Si on the Stream": "The autumn wind suddenly rises on the white sand beach and falls on the reeds on the shore." Liang Ming Chen Yu's "Huansha Ji: Cutting Yue": "I sneaked into the reeds, and my father complained that my soul had not returned." Wang Zengqi's three friends in the cold year: "There are graves, wild trees, weeds and reeds everywhere."
Make sentences:
1. About the intruder being accused of begging for coal, the old man Rudy recalled that they were cheated by a man named Li.
2. During this year, in order to see a doctor and pay for the base, Ludi sold her apartment on the first floor of a community in Bagou, Haidian District, although there were apricot trees and begonia trees planted by her in the small yard behind the house.
When he was six or seven years old, he saw his father's regular script. He just couldn't put it down and scribbled with a reed stick. At this time, he became interested in calligraphy, and his long-cherished wish was also in words.
She saw the box among the reeds, so she sent a maid to get it.
Today is the day of returning home from all over the world. The ancient fortress is full of ruins and autumn reeds.
6. I strut, no one can see my smile in the dark. White reeds are cool at night-it is late autumn, and our days are approaching unconsciously. I feel my heart is like a new sail, and every corner of it is blown so full by strong winds.
7. The reed is holding a bucket of unopened instant noodles, and his voice is hoarse and busy.
8. Wang _ Louchuan disembarked from Yizhou, and the imperial ghost has languished in Nanjing. The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall. How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold. Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base.
9. Pucao has no mud, how can it grow? How can it grow without water?
10, lives in the canal willow house, facing the sunrise, and is carefree. The reeds are dark and fragrant, and the little music is purple smoke. Cutting willows in spring, lingering in summer, and writing poems on weekends. Good wishes lean on your side, and Qian Shan is full of joy.