Jia Jian imitates junior high school modern poetry.

This white-haired reed is a wisp of Qiu Guang floating from the woodcutter's firewood, and a touch of desolation lingering from the village girl's brow. Like a woman whose clothes are fragrant and her temples are shaded, she waded through the water. From ancient times to the present, the book of songs "Jian Peijun is pale, and the white building is frost" has become an eternal swan song. In the swirling water, young sailors rowing mugwort boats and my fair lady on the water side set off the dense reeds and became the most beautiful poems in 3,000 years of ancient civilization.