1. "Qingxi Host and Guest Song?"
Wang Chongliang
The wild king plays the Huai Fei Jie, and there is a signal when he returns from the door.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, with her purple beard still holding the moon in her sleeves.
The owner of Shanyin loaded up the snow boat and raised the awning to tie the cable to Qingxitou.
My ears have always been warm and I haven’t recognized it at all, just like the clouds that are holding me back.
In the west wind with a sound of jade, the gulls flying without moving the reed flowers.
Horse hooves are still entering the green hills, and willow tips are soaking in the moon and sky like water.
2. "Ode to the Reeds"?
Yu Yafei
In the damp place in the shallow water, there are clumps of graceful reeds;
Swaying in the wind Multiple postures, simple and unpretentious, but full of wild charm.
3. "Evening at Niuzhu"
Liu Yuxi
The evening wind blows from the reeds, and scales grow on the autumn river.
The remaining clouds suddenly change color, and there are lingering sounds of swimming geese.
The sound of garrison drums is silent, and the fishermen’s houses are brightly lit.
No one can recite history and walk alone in the middle of the month.
4. "Guo Feng? Qin Feng? Jian Jia"
Author: Unknown
Jian Jia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. If you follow it, the road is blocked and long. Looking back, you will find yourself in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant, and the white dew is still shining. The so-called beauty is on the water. If you follow it back, the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. Traveling back from it
it's like floating in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. Traveling back from it
it's like swimming in the water.
5. "Mooring at Night in Wind and Rain"
Bai Juyi
In the reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest, I stopped the boat and looked at it, thinking endlessly.
The moss is fluttering on the ground and the spring rain is falling, and the white waves lift the sky and catch the sun's wind.
Suddenly, a hundred years have passed, and everything has become empty.
When will the wandering of this life be determined? A ray of feather in the sky and the earth.