Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales. The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.
The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit. No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.
"Things in Jiangcun" Si Kongshu
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.
Bai Juyi, Night Rain
There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly.
In the spring rain, moss falls to the ground, white waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind.
A hundred years later, everything is empty.
When will I wander in this life, in a wisp of heaven and earth.
Wang Chongliang's Song of Qingxi Host and Guest
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.
The Night Watch in Jiangcun Dai Fugu
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.
Yu Yafei, ode to reeds
In shallow water and wetlands, there are elegant reeds.
Swaying with the wind, unpretentious.