The poems with wild geese are as follows:
1. Expropriate the wild geese out of Hansai, and return them to Hu Tian. -Wang Wei's
2. the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun of the farewell school in Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building"
3. at last I can send my messengers? Wildgeese, homing to Loyang. -Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill"
4. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go without paying attention. -Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride"
5. The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called Frost Morning Moon. In the frosty morning, the horseshoe is broken and the horn is swallowed. -Mao Zedong's "Recalling Qin E Lou Shan Guan"
6. Rain Ji roosts early, and the wind is high and yan zhen is oblique-Lu You's "Living in a secluded place"
7. The wind turns white and the waves are thousands of pieces, and the geese point to the sky. -Bai Juyi's
8. I arrived in Jiangxiang early this cold year, but I didn't see the geese flying in the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Lu You in Night Return
9, high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Just about to lead the light cavalry to catch up, the snow falls full of bow knives. -Lu Lun's
1. A thousand miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. -Gao Shi's "Bie Dong Da"
11. Yanyan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds. —— Jiang Kui's "The crimson lips have not passed Wu Songzuo in winter"
12. Autumn geese fly at night, and the first group comes alone. -Mei Yaochen's Autumn Goose
13. Only two lines of geese are low, and people know that they are leaning on the painting floor and the moon. -Fan Chengda's
14. A little signal spreads the letter, and two lines of geese take Du Lingqiu. -Lu You's "Climbing the North Tower in Autumn Night"
15. Three cups and two light wines, how can you be against him for coming late and rushing! Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Looking for the Sound Slowly"