The sunshine on the river head is flat, and the tide recedes and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined.
Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Jiangcun is Sikong Shu.
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
Qingxi guest song
Wang chongliang
The wild king plays with his hand, and there is a continuous festival outside the door.
Show your eyebrows and smile in purple beard and autumn, with Curtin Moon in your sleeve.
Yin Shan's master carried Sesshū Tōyō, and the tent was tied to Qingxitou.
I don't know much about ear fever all my life. Do you want to stay in the clouds?
In the west wind, the reeds don't move and the seagulls fly.
Horseshoe still enters the green hills, and willow tips soak in the moon like water.
Reed ode to Yafei
In shallow water and wetlands, there are elegant reeds.
Swaying with the wind, unpretentious.