Help me make a title for my poetry collection.

Poetry can be named: autumn water dies in the east.

(1) [Tang. Du fu. [Wang Chun] Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever and the cities are full of flowers; Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold; Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

(2) [Tang. Du fu. Broken-hearted Jiang Chun wants to end, and Bonzi stands in Zhou Fang; Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.

(3) [Tang. Du fu. To Li Bai] Qiu Lai cares about Shang Piaopeng, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong on the cinnabar; Crazy songs, empty life, who is domineering?

(4) [Tang. Du fu. In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, birds fly home on clear lakes and white beaches, leaves fall like the waves of waterfalls, and I watch the long river always roll forward. Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

(4) [Tang. Du fu. February begins to break in March and gets older every spring. Don't think about infinite things outside, try your best to have a limited drink before you die.

(5)[ Tang. Du fu. Nine-day banquet Cui Lantian Shi Zhuang] I am old and solemn and stirring, and I am happy to do my best today; Being ashamed of short hair and blowing hats, smiling and being close to others are the crown. Clear water falls far away from a thousand streams, and Yushan is high and two peaks are cold; Who will be healthy at this meeting next year? Look at dogwood carefully when you are drunk.

(6)[ Tang. Du fu. [Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night] When spring comes, good rain knows the season. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly, the wild path is black, and the river is clear. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers are heavy.

(7)[ Tang, Du Fu. "Down the River" is common in Qi Wang's family, and Cui has heard it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

(8)[ Tang. Du fu. The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, blowing to my still mast; The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! . What is it like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

(9) [Tang. Du fu. See Li Bai in my dream I] there is a sob that takes death as the cause of parting, and it is common to be born and die; You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you; I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.

(10)[ Tang. Du fu. The Cangjiang River is windy and rainy day and night. Mao Xuan rides a huge wave, so he doesn't sag. Wandering for a long time, no one pointed to the portal. The high shore is still a valley. Why hurt the floating column! There are exhortations to help the top management, lest those who know scoff. As the building is inclined, it can be supported by a piece of wood. Linchuan regards Wan Li, why do you want to cross the hurdle? Life is full of nostalgia, generosity and sorrow.