1. Late autumn is the season when reed flowers bloom. The endless, white, light and soft reed flowers in front of me are floating in the wind from the poolside. The wind was blowing, the reed poles were swaying, and the reed flowers were dancing like snowflakes. It moved me, but it also made me unpredictable.

2. Take them to a distant place... blowing them so gently, the reed flowers begin to tremble. Inadvertently, the flowers spread out, dancing with their own melody against the fiery red background, and scattered all over the sky. They fly like the light snow in winter, but more elegant than snow; they fly like mini umbrellas, but cuter than umbrellas; they fly like fallen leaves in autumn, but lighter than fallen leaves. Floating leisurely, floating freely, with the wind - floating into the stream, it becomes a companion; floating to the sky, it becomes the only white cloud; floating back to the reeds, it becomes the decoration of white snow.

3. Pick a reed flower and put it on your face. It feels soft and itchy, so comfortable. Mature reed flowers are like marshmallows, and like clusters of down. When the breeze blows, the soft and white down will float up, like small parachutes, rising and falling, falling and rising again, fluttering. Swinging, flying and hovering over the entire village, the entire small village was wrapped in a soft reed flower.

4. The boat passed by quietly, and the ripples were surrounded by a large area of ??withered yellow reeds, holding up clusters of reed flowers. This flower, as white as snow, stands high in the world, and seems to want to be dyed. They are as light as fluff, slightly resting on the reeds, and indulge in the beautiful scenery without any scruples. There is always this feeling: even the weakest wind will easily take them away.

5. In August and September, reeds begin to bloom. The fluffy reed flowers look snow-white from a distance, but they come in various colors up close, including milky white and reddish. Yes, and light cyan. A breeze blows, and the reed flowers, which are like fine cotton wool, sway in the sun. Looking around, they look like white waves, and the small village is floating on these white waves.

6. The reed flowers are like that lady, quiet and elegant, full of aura while dancing, shining with colorful colors under the sunlight. This reed flower is pure, elegant and elegant. She detached herself from vulgarity and refused to be vulgar. Her suppleness contained pride, and she intoxicated the autumn wind with her infinite resilience. She also intoxicated generations of poets and was praised by poets of all ages.

7. The reed flowers floated into people’s homes through the windows and landed on tables, chairs, and stoves. The reed flowers that fell in the corner gathered into a fluffy ball, opening and closing when the wind blew, which reminded people of the words of Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, describing Yang Hua, "the eyes are so sleepy that they want to open but still close."

8. There is a small river in my hometown, which is full of reeds. When autumn comes, the reed flowers bloom one after another, and the whole village is hidden in the sea of ??white flowers, which is very beautiful.

9. When the setting sun shines in the west, the rosy glow shines by the pond. And I would always sit quietly next to it, looking at the boundless, snow-white reed flowers. Forget the time, forget the place, and forget yourself. When the breeze blows gently over the water, the reeds dance with the wind. Occasionally a few dragonflies landed on the flowers, and I watched them quietly. Watching, watching, I seem to blend into it. I myself became a dragonfly, flying into the boundless reed pond, landing on the catkins, and letting the reeds caress me gently.