There is a feather on the grass. What poem can you think of?

Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.

Du Fu's "The Night of August 15th": The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the feathers are seen in the forest.

In the Song Dynasty, Dai Biao-yuan wrote "Living in seclusion for nine days, feeling bored, taking the town wind and rain, approaching Chongyang, giving seven rhymes": pheasants kiss with fresh feathers, and wild cranes kiss with healthy claws. In the crisp autumn, the screen can be hidden.