Modern poems describing natural scenery include Haizi's "Hospitality is not too great", in which magpies call for friends for me, butterflies treat me with flowers instead of flowers, mountain shadows fly high in the sky, pine trees open their hearts with the wind, mountain flowers fight for smiling faces, birds moisten outside the valley, streams circle around, haha persuade people to drink and offer love, and only calves are the most affectionate, and I laugh for me.
There is also "golden autumn", where the red fruits are fragrant, and the high rice piles on the threshing floor of farmers make the fishermen's faces smile. Cold clothes warm the hearts of the soldiers in the horizon. After sunset, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the reedy water, no matter how deep there is or how shallow it is here, caring for the geese carrying the golden autumn.