The more poems about the sound of the waves, the better.

Lu you

Jiang Ping looked as calm as a mirror, and the ship set sail in the afternoon. Suddenly, I saw thousands of heads rushing, and I was very moved to take advantage of it.

At the head of the road, the thunder mountain is inclined and the river is as flat as a mirror. Although it has always been spectacular, it is better to sail in the green hills.

I don't know how many connections there are, so I'm used to buying an official to send me on a ferry. Yungen Xiaolou is lucky to return, don't go on your own way for fame.

Go to Zhang Ting to watch the tide with Yan Qiantang.

meng haoran

Hundreds of miles of thunder shook and the strings stopped playing.

Even riding out, the river is waiting for the high tide.

According to the sun and autumn clouds, the floating sky is wide and extensive.

The stormy waves come like snow. If you sit still, you will feel cold. Nian Nujiao. Chibi nostalgia

Gone forever, the waves are rough. Romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!

Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.