The abandoned site of Afang is in the deserted hills of Han Dynasty. Foxes and rabbits travel in groups again. The luxury turns into a spring dream, leaving behind the sorrows of the past and present. Don't come up to me, Gu Yuantou. The tears are hard to hold back. The sun sets in the west, the wild geese fly south, and the Wei River flows eastward. ----Kang Yu's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love Makes Chang'an Nostalgia for the Past"
Wild geese flying from the north to the south, filial love is difficult to achieve, a promise made at the age of three is destined for three lives, knowing that the rain will answer the heart, great love without words , Rainy and drunken nights, candles full of tears, sorrow and broken dreams, expressing one's ambitions through wine, falling in love at the end of the world, marriage on a thin line, chasing the wind and clouds, close friends and love, spring water in a river, infinite sources of sorrow, deep waters, troubled times, vicissitudes of life , the last wish, clouds and waves happen by chance, above the waves, hearts are connected, the sun and the moon can learn from each other, and we will join hands in tomorrow.
Wild geese fly south and never return
The pearl is beautiful, just like the original intention (poem) Inscription: The Secretary of the Comprehensive Party Committee of the Dongjiang Science and Technology Park Management Committee of Huizhou Zhongkai High-tech Zone gave some materials. My friend, although he is not talented, he still composes a poem with poor penmanship to praise this pearl of Dongjiang built by the grassroots party. Looking for the Sun in the Heart (Poetry 1) One after another, wild geese fly south, and groups of migratory birds migrate to the Dongjiang River. When the Dongjiang River is lush with water and grass, it is like spring all year round/Huizhou Zhongkai High-tech Zone Dongjiang Science and Technology Park, a national-level science and technology park, opens to the motherland. Such a warm embrace/Flocks of migratory birds plunge into their mother’s arms and choose this good place to live/A stream of red blood flows in their arteries, and their eyes are full of passion, always looking for that warmth
Dayannan Flying, do you know where to go?
How many times have the geese flown south? How many times have they been raining, snowing, and falling behind? Who will come back? ----Audio Monster
Looking at the wild geese flying south in a foreign land, the wanderer has been unable to return. I still remember the tears that a loving mother sent to her son, and each passing year has passed.
In spring, the sowing fields are full of life. When the wild goose returns, the first words of love are fragrant. ----Dream wakes up in the world of spring, ten miles of peach blossoms and ten miles of wind blow up, and the fragrance breaks into the firewood door---- Candeng Meng's fifth watch is windy and autumn, all things are added to the years, worry about withered branches and hatred, what do you want from yesterday---- Candeng Meng In the windy autumn at the fifth watch, don’t forget to sing and drink under the trees. Where are you? How can we stop talking when we meet? -----The remaining catkins are blown by the wind in autumn, and the lone wild goose flying in the north is worried. It’s nostalgia, when will the war end? ----The remaining catkins are blown by the wind in autumn, and the lone wild goose flies south with worries. Nostalgia surges, when will the war end? ----Drunk and laughing in the long street in winter, the mountains and rivers are wrapped in plain clothes, all birds are empty, no one is seen, a little red plum blossoms-----Remnant dreams in the windy winter, leaning against the window and drinking alone at night, unable to sleep, the love is still there, looking forward to your return in the wind and snow. ---- Seeing Chang'an like this ---- The poem is like being away and intoxicated with the ancient style
Located in the middle reaches of the Xiangjiang River~ The geese flying north and south of Hengshan Mountain rest their wings and stop here, and the geese from Hengyang, which are thousands of miles away, usually come back here.
Once upon a time, we laughed together and watched the wild geese flying south. We also laughed and watched the clouds rolling and rolling; now, you and I have our own ta, who still remembers the original agreement.
Who puts on cassock for you and tells you that all four elements are empty? Who fights hundreds of battles for you and tells you that the snow geese are flying south? Who helped you write a book and tell you that the imperial power is great? Who holds the ancient Buddha in the lantern, chants scriptures, and sighs that I have no intention at all. Whoever guarded the border and killed all the Japanese pirates died in a foreign land. Whoever writes sharply and writes hundreds of poems is said to have exhausted his talent. This life, miss it. In this life, passing by. If there is more, if. I wish that there would be no results in this life.
As the autumn wind blows, the northern geese fly south, and Shanghai becomes a transit place for migratory birds for their annual migration. Pei Shangxuan became obsessed with watching birds. He sighed to Li Li: Migration is the most wonderful life habit of birds. How do they find where they are going after flying thousands of kilometers? Pei Shangxuan put his hands in an arc above his eyes. He looked up at the flock of birds flying over the city and shouted to Li Li, Li Li, look, look, the herringbone flock of geese. ----"Fifteen Years of Waiting for Migratory Birds"
One word expresses sorrow and lovesickness. They parted with each other's eyes, weeping and waving their clothes. I look back three times, wishing you would never leave again. Looking around at the wild geese flying south, I asked you when you would return. It's late at night, and I can't sleep and my tears turn into traces. In June, flowers and butterflies fly, waiting for you to come back. The seven-line paper turned yellow, and dust rose from broken branches. The maples on the eight mountains are both red, and they end up holding the green leaves alone. Jiuzhongshan is boundless, and the geese passing by have no breath.
The snow is flying ten miles away, when will we return from walking in the snow?
The cold wind howls at night, the dog barks softly in the shabby alley, I am drunk alone in the Yangguan, thousands of miles away, no one has returned, only the river geese come to fly south in autumn, the wild geese fly south, thinking about you, your appearance is haggard, you have to take off the hanging beam, and you will never regret following you on the long journey
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The cold wind blows from the north to the geese flying south, and the flowers wither and the trees wither. It’s hard to express our love for each other across the river, and we feel heartbroken when we look at each other from a distance.
The wild geese are flying south looking for where to return. The sound of a flute under the Nanshan Mountain is lingering in my ears. I open the window and my eyes are filled with peach blossoms and other fragrances. I add something to you in front of the cool hall at night
I am still very happy. I like you like a meteor falling to the ground, without any scruples. I still like you very much, like reincarnation, everlasting. I still like you very much, like a wild goose flying from the north to the south, regardless of the return date. I still like you very much, like a moth to a flame, I never tire of it. I still like you very much, like snow falling on the earth, lingering in my heart. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in the willows, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a kite with a broken string, I am extremely infatuated and angry. I still like you very much, like a dark alley, long and narrow. I still like you very much, like fishing in a deserted city, confusing.
Pushing the door under the moon is as careful as your footsteps. The thousand-year-old monument is easy to expand, but it is difficult to expand. Who can you show your true beauty and sincere heart to someone who plays the flute and plays rice wine and side dishes? How many dishes of rice wine and side dishes are there? The afterglow of the sunset is like your shyness and drunkenness. I copy this book. When I write, the fragrance of the ink will not fade away, and you will leave a lingering aftertaste. It doesn’t matter who is circled by the line of cinnabar. The wind and moon, my preface is waiting for you to return, and the pen is hanging. How to interpret the love words on the top of the waves on the shore, no matter how I write, they are all wrong, and I am missing you alone. The understanding of a lifetime disappears in a blink of an eye. The bluestone street disappears in an instant. I look back and smile. Do you graciously hate me? You shake your head and sigh. Who made you frown? The boudoir only leaves the smell of rouge. Yan Nanfei turns around and glances at you with tears in his hands. Holding memories, how to sleep, how to regret, thoughts, dense stitches, embroidered shoes, needles, resentment, like flowers, butterflies, who will you complain about, it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, I am waiting for you to write back, no shame, no fear, right and wrong in the world, the rain hits the banana leaves, and it is Xiaoxiao for a few nights. I am waiting for the spring thunder to come. Remind you who you love----"Preface to Orchid Pavilion" by Fang Wenshan
People, why do you want to read? For example, when you see the sunset on the horizon and a row of wild geese flying south, what comes to your mind is: the setting sun and the solitary swans flying together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. Instead of: Damn, there are so many birds, damn, these birds are so fat, so beautiful, so damn beautiful
The autumn wind has passed, and now the wild geese are flying south and leaving, I will meet Yi alone today. Thoughts on the Ming Dynasty
As the cicadas sing less often, I get up in the morning to put on my clothes and bundle my hair. I see the wild geese flying south, and the distant shadows are like running script. With a few strokes of your handwriting, you describe the falling leaves of the Beginning of Autumn. The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and I hold the lamp to save the lonely soul. I see the other side of the Forgotten River, sparkling like star sand. You put down the lotus lamp, reflecting the curling night in the summer season. Osmanthus fragrant, I picked flowers and dew to make wine, I saw the green jade and jade dew like flowing light, you were on the water side, looking back on the vast mist of the white dew season. The swallows are gone and the kites are flying. I am pillowing on a stone and reading ancient texts carefully. I see pines and cranes sitting there, the sound of springs is like wonderful bells, and you are washing your clothes by the stream, soaked by the cool breeze of the autumnal equinox. Golden chrysanthemums are everywhere. I climbed high on the Double Ninth Festival and looked into the distance. I saw the distant Nanshan Mountains, with white clouds like cotton wool. You half hugged me with sadness, remembering the shining silver frost in the cold dew season. The maple is as red as the sea. I put on my fur and stop to contemplate. I see the willow shadows are sparse, and the cold soul is like a broken hook. You half-cover the window, covering the cold moon in the frost season.
Youyou Ancient Style Lyrics 1 (The glory burns away the sand between your fingers) The sand between your fingers is flying, like you leaving in a hurry, burying your grudges with a handful of loess. (Acacia Monument) The west wind blows, scattering the fallen leaves into piles; the moon in front of the window is sad and beautiful; the cold geese fly south, but I face north; I knit my eyebrows and lean on the railing to wait for someone to return.
In a blink of an eye, the beautiful city disappears in an instant. Looking back at the bluestone street, I look back and smile. Do you hate me gracefully? You shake your head and sigh. Who makes you frown? The boudoir only leaves the smell of rouge. Yan Nanfei turns around and glances at you with tears in your eyes. Holding the moon in hand, recalling how to sleep and how to be worried, densely sewing embroidered shoes and needles, complaining, if flowers complain about butterflies, who will you blame?
A pot of wine, a pair of people, three or four rows of wild geese flying south, drinking together Talk everywhere. It talks about traveling from south to north, thinking in various ways, and hesitating in all kinds of ways, and the song fills the courtyard.
----Baidu "Baidu Music Collection - Ancient Style Love Songs"
Autumn comes and the wild geese fly south. The years call and never return. Drink a drop of clear tears and ask if you regret it. The past is like water, but life and death are together. So sincere, but it is For whom----critty "Flawless Night"
Thousands of miles of ice have frozen, thousands of miles of snow has drifted, the wild geese have flown south, the flowers have withered, the frogs have hibernated, the ants have entered their holes, and the mountains and rivers have become thinner. , the sun and the moon have become deserted, and you have left.
The beautiful woman looks at the south window and thinks about the wine in vain. The wild geese fly south, who is the dreamer? She sheds tears when she leaves. The tears fall silently and she is drunk in the end. The beautiful woman faces the south window, the bright moon makes her heart feel cold, she is tired from the past, and it is difficult to return. She has a thousand-year dream, dreaming of the setting sun and hating the cycle of reincarnation. The beauty faces the south window, who is she willing to marry? The time is barbaric, the memory is difficult to remember, the space is lonely, and looking back in loneliness makes it easy to grow old. My love for the south window is so deep that I can't push it away. I'm ashamed to play the piano, and the boat goes with me. I'm full of sorrow and longing. The beautiful woman looked at the south window and completely forgot about it. The stupid fox mourned and shed two lines of tears, painting the country and the mountains, thus ending the ancient grudge.
Originally, the talented man and the beautiful woman promised to live and die in the past; however, the lonely goose flew south, only saying depression and endless sorrow. Originally, the butterfly's clothes were flamboyant and the smile was exquisite; however, as long as the years are kept, the water will flow away. Originally, the beauty was like a dream, and the hair was like a rainbow; however, looking in the mirror with red makeup, tears locked in the eyes of the heart. Originally, she had red lips and bare hands, and her reputation was full of beauty; however, her black hair is still there, but her shadow has faded away in a hurry. Originally, the sky was fragrant and beautiful, and the jade and fat were condensed in the Yao Palace. However, one's heart is filled with sadness, and one's charming face is shattered in front of the mirror. Originally, after the rain in Xinshan, the moon was full on the west tower, but the maple forest was late and the empty valley was quiet. Originally, they were holding hands shoulder to shoulder, pouring tea and making wine. However, leaning on the railing and listening to the rain, the love remains the same. Originally, it was a cold day in October, so I caressed my hands lightly. However, it's raining in the morning, I don't know if it's raining. Originally, they were lovers in this mortal world, and they had the same intention even across the world. However, people's hearts are fickle, and I went south alone to become thinner.
Wild geese flying from the north to the south, a glass of wine
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, we have met in the sky several times in dreams. I never had the heart to put down my pen, the paper was filled with blood and tears. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, every plant and tree is haggard. It is said that Lingshan Mountain is a thousand feet high and it is difficult to find a single red rose. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, how many feelings are there in the world? I see geese flying south in the sky every day, but my heart is broken when I don’t see my old friend. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, once a year the cold star falls. Looking at last year's star in the north, who is this year's cold star? Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, where in Lingshan is there no blood? Listen to the sound of pines and waves in the middle of the night, telling the story of yesterday's merits and sins. ---- Bai Yu's "Bamboo Branch Poetry" Aphorisms about Nan Feiyan
How about I spend some old time sitting alone under the wooden window with red plum blossoms in full bloom, brewing a pot of leisurely tea. Don't worry about when the swallow flying south will return home. There is no need to ask where the boat on the river will wander to the end of the world. I just want to be a flower tree that has been left behind in the world, guarding the ordinary years, watching the sunset and haze with someone returning home at the old ferry.
Do you know that as many conversations and laughter as there are in the past, there will be a lot of melancholy of loss and loneliness, and as many gatherings in front of flowers and under the moon, there will be a lot of loneliness and sadness. If my existence can It makes you happy, then I can only accompany you for one journey in my life, through the last storm of your life. At this time, you are still so young, but you are seriously ill. You say you don’t know how long you can live. You I miss the fireworks of this world, the flowers blooming and falling every season in the world, and the warm and comfortable meter of sunshine in the morning. How you long to see the sun tomorrow, you often lament that life is too hasty. Will you be able to sit down in the next year? Stand in front of the window to see if the spring flowers are blooming in that season, and whether you can see the return of the flying swallows from the south. It is just the waiting for this season, how many years will it take to grow old.
The autumn colors are even with the desolate smoke, the swallows are flying south, the west wind is blowing the flowers falling on the window eaves, who pities the piano, the sound is too graceful, the mind is wrong, the strings are tied, the quatrains are lightly held in the hand, half of the cold moon is missing, the night is sleepless, you can't see the changes in the world, the world is too far away, I play again Once again, I can’t get through the past. The tea has not yet cooled. How far can you go? I picked up the pen and wrote a few lines of resentment. The flowers fell all night and I wasted away. The wine is cold and the people are even colder. The candlelight has not added ink. I haven’t done anything yet. How far can you go? Indifferent to the past, it was blown away by the wind. A thousand-year dream is blamed on me for waking up too late. The oaths are like clouds of smoke and cannot withstand the fleeting years——Shao ??Siming's "Cold Night Ci"
"Learning Calligraphy in the Same Way" Love is precious , want to cherish. Drunk in mist and rain, drunk in Xu Nan, drunk in your heart, drunk in your appearance. The sleeves are brushed away, and the desire becomes empty. White clouds, white cranes fly. Bai Sujin, Bai Missing. White hearts, white hearts. The head turns white, this sadness. White snow drifts and silver butterflies fall. You are crazy when you are young, but you have no regrets in your life. Accompanying dusk at night is like accompanying fish. The clouds accompany the rain, and I accompany you. When the family grows up, they miss each other, and when they grow up, they look forward to autumn. Lover's poem, lover's love. Lovers love and want to repent. His poems are called love poems. Give it to someone and call it lover. The original love lasts forever, the original love lasts forever. Never give up, a lover's poem. A lover who knows will love you crazily. In your dream, swallows fly in the south, cranes fly in the north, and the sun rises. When the family grows up, it’s all about sex. I’ll keep you company. The eyes are also cold, and I want to put on more clothes. May you stay in the West forever. If you want to have clear eyes, please let your love flourish. If you are willing to know, you will not be disappointed. I would like to play solo and travel as a prodigal son. I would like to accompany you, drunk and happy.
May the south-flying swallows always stay in front of your small building——Yiwei's "Southern Flying Swallows"
The tired willow smoke cage, the plain autumn is like a dream, the wind curtain moves and dances lightly The setting sun breaks the shadows. Cherishing flowers and pistils in the wind and dust, the fragrant strands can be left, and the dark leaves are falling, saving the Chinese years and hurting the scenery. The autumn court is lonely, the embroidered pavilion is deep, I lean against the window and stare for a long time, I want to ask the swallows flying south in front of the hall, how many days are left for the trip? More than nostalgia, I have been with you day and night, wind and rain, and I can't express my heart's content. Now I am left alone to look at the end of the water and the end of the world, and to guard the love alliance in the mountains. I am even more touched by the sad feelings of farewell. In endless places, my tears and inkstones stain the words of lovesickness.
Give me some old time, sitting alone under the wooden window with green moss growing, making a pot of leisure tea. If you don't care, when will the swallow flying south be able to return home? Don't ask, where will that little boat be exiled to? Don't think about how much of those years are true and how much are false. If possible, I just want to be a left-behind plum blossom, guarding the lonely years, at the old ferry, watching the sunset and haze with someone who has returned. The cycle of reincarnation is full of wind and dust. At that time, that day, with the rotation of the axis of time, it had long been buried in the deep sea of ??flowers. At night, I would twist a touch of incense, hold a handful of the moon, and quietly look at the night sky, because I know that on the other side of the stars, maybe you are looking at them too. So, in the silent night, I typed the words gently and quietly told the dark night my endless love. But now, the wind is blowing, the clouds are clear, and time is passing by like this. Slowly, I have become accustomed to putting my thoughts in my writings. On the worldly road, when I meet, it is warmth, and when I leave, it means the fate is gone. , can't be stronger----Bai Luomei
1. Give me some old time, sitting alone under the wooden window with green moss growing, making a pot of leisure tea. If you don't care, when will the swallow flying south be able to return home? Don't ask, where will that little boat be exiled to? Don't think about how much of those years are true and how much are false. If possible, I just want to be a left-behind plum blossom, guarding the lonely years, at the old ferry, watching the sunset and haze with someone who has returned. 2. I heard that autumn has come, and I used to like the frosty weather so much. But now I don’t want to hear something about autumn----Bai Luomei
The autumn colors are even with the desolate smoke, the swallows are flying south, the west wind is blowing the window eaves, and the flowers are falling. Who pity the piano? ---- "Cold Night Ci"
It's already half autumn, and the country's limits will be set if it really hurts the sentiments of the people. When Xiao Xiaoyu took a break, Zeng Ye stopped and looked at the wind. Who would have pity and cry? As we pass by, the wind blows in the west and the setting sun fades, while the swallows fly leisurely in the south. The first courtyard is red and haggard. The heart is broken and there is nothing but grass in the west.
It’s still late at night, and the wind is blowing the curtains, so I spend some time alone, sitting alone under the green moss-covered wooden window, brewing a pot of leisurely tea.
Ignoring it, I can't fight the swallows flying south, so I can go home if the war comes at the right time. I don't even think about it. I can't fight Yiye, Zhan Laizhou, and I can use foreign knowledge to know where she can be driven to when the war comes. The wind of Xiang Nian has a career.
If you don’t care, when will the swallow flying south be able to return home? Don't ask, where will that little boat be exiled to? Don't think about how much of those years are true and how much are false. If possible, I just want to be a left-behind plum blossom, guarding the lonely years, at the old ferry, watching the sunset and haze with someone who has returned.
Give me some old time, sitting alone under the wooden window with green moss growing, making a pot of leisure tea. If you don't care, when will the swallow flying south be able to return home? Don't ask, where will that little boat be exiled to? Don't think about how much of those years are true and how much are false. If possible, I just want to be a left-behind plum blossom, guarding the lonely years, at the old ferry, watching the sunset and haze with someone who has returned. ----Bai Luomei
A curtain of dreams captures lovesickness, and there is no boundary to play, and the heart strings are filled with sorrow and real resentment. I want to eat the remaining waves of the sea and go with the wind. The five and six gather together to celebrate the dynasty in exchange for seven lives and seven deaths. True love for you, the exquisite flowers in the eight windows are also broken and sad, leaving words for nine turns. This time, the water boy in Zhongtian feels that he misses the fate and has to be born to eat food. His heart passes by, and there are not many, and he goes to Xiangnan Feiyan
The cicadas sigh as the Su curtain covers the sky, and the curtain sighs, dancing in confusion several times, and the empty emotions disappear. Looking back, I laugh at the dust and smoke, and implant my sadness into the swallows flying south. Hundreds of flower buds and leaves are blooming frequently. In autumn, I am happy to see chrysanthemums. Hold on to new soil and put in a new box. Time is waiting for you, and you will regain your youth in the future! ~
"Learn Calligraphy Love" [Part 1] Write about life and death. Shedding all the tears, the sun sets. Crazy heart, lustful love. Love the sea in the south and the country in the north. There are narcissists and people who love the big ones. Lovers and queens are good, but flowers wither. When the family is old, the color is cool and the beauty is broken. I shed tears when I hope that my family will be prosperous, that I will have my own building, and that I will be beautiful. Love poems, lover poems. Across the sea in the south and snow in the north. I've thought about you and loved you. I have struggled and fallen. It’s not as good as me, I’ll hurt you again. The flowers are warm and the flowers are in tears. A cold lover will shed tears. Nan Feiyan, Ci Qiuling. A pair of eyes filled with love and ink in the heart. One year of love and love. I have been in love for many years and want to reminisce. A hundred years of love, spend autumn. Thousands of years of love and longing for illness. Wangbei Tower, I saw you. I look forward to my homeland and think of you. A stormy and heart-warming moment. One lover, never separated. Fall with the wind, blow with the wind. As the leaves fall, they turn into spring mud. When I pick up the pen and write, I think of you. Flowers fall to pieces, for whom. A good article will captivate the city, and the desire will captivate the country. Love and ghosts are in love, and desire does not live up to expectations. When you fall in love with someone, your companions look at each other so wildly. When you think about someone, your eyes and the moon move your heart. A flower, a moment of harmony.
The flying swallows from the south are back, the spring flowers are at the end, and the sea is floating. Using domestic seeds, we can carve the subtle appearance into a painting, and use domestic seeds to create warm palms. We hold the warm sunshine of spring in our home and warm up a cold heart.
After a while, we just left, sitting alone under the wooden window with green moss, making a pot of tea. Ignore it, the swallows fly to the south, and they can actually return home as soon as the country is established. Don't ask for this place. With a small boat, there are so many people's hearts when they see where they are. Feng Zhenya. Don't think about it. If you don't make a fortune, you can't make a fortune. How much of it is gold and how much is fake. If I could, I just want to be like a plum blossom left behind that cannot be planted outside you, and watch the sunset and haze with someone who has returned from the lonely years on the road, at the ferry we just walked to. ? If you really change your country, you will start your own country, open up a wasteland for peace, build your country's village, plant your country's plum blossoms, watch the plum blossoms bloom and wither, there is no end in sight, it is just a lie. It's the last one. Find a small courtyard, plant some plum trees, dig a pond, and raise some lotus flowers. If you really can build a fake country and build a small pavilion, your wish will come true. Wearing clothes from the Han Dynasty, the bridges of the Wei and Jin Dynasties were not gilded, and the furniture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties was placed. The red furnace clay pots of the Tang and Song Dynasties were used to cook the Pu'er that Feng Duowai had collected in your country. Close the door, I can't hear the noise outside, the clear water gurgling in the courtyard, a few small fish whispering, no one needs to ask for this. Make a fire, cook rice and vegetables, and mix in the aroma of pine needles on the road.
Leave them alone and go out the window. Sentences describing wild geese flying south
Sentences describing wild geese flying south
1. Wild geese don’t seem to be afraid of getting tired, flying high there every day all year round. High in the blue sky. They flew through dense woods, over clear streams, over high mountain peaks, over vast grasslands... and continued to fly.
2. The wild geese are still so disciplined. Their formation is never chaotic. The big geese take the lead, the young geese are in the middle, and the old geese protect the young geese at the back. They always fly in such an orderly manner. Sometimes they will fly into a formation with the character "人", and sometimes they will fly into a formation with the character "一". You will definitely be full of praise after seeing that neat formation.
3. The misty fog gradually dissipated, and the morning sun finally revealed its dazzling light. It was time to set off. It flapped its wings suddenly and rushed towards the boundless sky first. All the geese flew up, forming a V shape, flying towards the unknown journey, towards the far south, towards the warm country...
4. There must be one in every group of geese. The leading goose is called the "lead goose". It is naturally the strongest and has the biggest task among the geese. It must rush to the front, resist the air current, ride the wind and waves, and create a safe area for the compatriots behind.
5. Perhaps the most important and persistent belief in Dayan’s thoughts is to live, just live, and then try his best to let his descendants live. , endless reproduction, nothing more. Therefore, they had to move south, and had to fly south against the already slightly biting autumn wind.
6. The seaside is quiet, there is no one, but there is a group of wild geese standing here. This is the last resting place for the wild geese that are about to go south. On a large black rock very close to the coast, a young and strong male goose is looking at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, looking at the paradise they are going to, although it cannot see it. It could only see the mist that filled the sea, the waves that came over again and again, and the rising sun that was obscured by clouds and mist on the horizon and was slightly red.
7. A group of geese flying south appeared under the blue sky. The geese formed a neat "human" shape and flew forward with the same goal; they called loudly in the sky, as if Solemnly announcing: their ranks are orderly and their goals are clear.
8. Groups of wild geese sometimes line up in a 'one' shape, and sometimes line up in a 'human' shape, soaring freely in the sky.
9. In the season of autumn, when the air is crisp, the scenery is pleasant, the wind is clear, and the clouds are clear, the wild geese gather in groups and begin the great racial migration to reproduce their offspring.
10. A group of wild geese flew southward with a "cuckoo, quack, quack" sound, sometimes forming a "human" character, and sometimes forming a "one" character. The rows of wild geese spread their wings and fly south like a victorious marching team, echoing each other and moving forward.
11. Throughout the year, you can often see wild geese flying south in a "V" or "human" formation. Sentence - Text [Animal] Verses about wild geese
⑴Zheng Peng left Hansai, and the returning wild geese entered Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"
⑵ The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
⑶Where can I get the local book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain"
⑷The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman"
⑸The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling the frost and the moon. In the frosty morning and the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpets sound. ——* "Recalling Qin'e Loushan Pass"
⑹ The rain is coming early, the chickens are roosting early, the wind is high and the wild geese are slanting - Lu You's "Secluded Residence"
⑺The wind turns white waves , a line of characters "Goose Points the Blue Sky". ——Bai Juyi, "The Strange Scenery Viewed from the Jiang Tower at Night"
⑻ This year, the cold weather arrived early in Jiangxiang, and the wild geese were not seen flying until the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Lu You in "Returning at Night"
⑼The black geese fly high in the moonlight, and Shan Yu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
——Lu Lun's "Song of the Past"
⑽Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"
⑾Hu Yan spends his time on the edge of the sun, and is lost in the wind and snow on the river bank - Li Bai's "Thinking of a Thousand Miles"
⑿The snow is flying in the desert of Tianshan Mountain, and the geese come far away It is said that Shasai is cold. ——He Chao's "Army March"
⒀Peng Yuan is burned with reed wine, and Shuanghong twists the arrow to see. The ancient city road along the Yellow River is filled with white snow in autumn. ——Li Kuo's "Send Off to General Zhenwu"
⒁There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, flying north without waiting for dawn. ——Li Yi's "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night"
⒂Autumn geese often fly at night, flocking in front and coming alone behind. ——Mei Yaochen's "Autumn Wild Geese"