Poems describing reeds

Liu Yuxi

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.

Send Geng.

Dao Jia

A bottle of farewell wine is endless.

Wanshui Qian Shan Road, alone for several months.

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.

If you don't return to China, you will pass on a false name.

Jianjia

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqi people, the water side, follow it back, the road is long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Note: Jia Jian is a reed.

Five unique skills of reed weaving

Reed is tall and long,

Reed flowers are as big as Melissa Zhou.

Reed knows storms best,

Reed knows best that it is raining.

Reed is tall and long,

Hide and seek among the reeds.

How many dignitaries, celebrities,

They were all cowboys at that time.

Reed is tall and long,

Over the mountains, over the water.

This side of the reed is my hometown.

Beyond the reeds is Wang Yang.

Reed is tall and long,

Reed is busy weaving.

Weave it into my bag,

Go sailing with me from now on.

Reed is tall and long,

How sweet the reed flute sounds.

The shepherd boy in the distance is calm,

Let people worry about their parents.

Stay on Liu Sima pool after the rain.

Dao Jia

Blue creek washes jade and autumn colors, and this place is clear.

Reed sound and rain sound, lotus fragrance around the lamp.

The ancient Qin road is on the shore, and the Han and Huangling tombs are on the pavilion surface.

Jingsi spring is the foundation, and the cliff falls several layers.

Stay late in the rain.

Bai Juyi

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.

The Event Problem in Qi 'an County

Du Mu

Autumn sounds are mixed and centrifugal, and dreams are full of rain.

Since the big leaves on the steps, why should we mourn?