Poetry about fishing in autumn 1. Poems about fishing in autumn
1, Qiujiang solo fishing map in Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen has a boat, a stump and an inch hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. Sitting on the boat, wearing a hat and a hemp fiber, a foot-long fishing line and an inch-long fishing hook; Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish on the river alone this autumn.
2. Water transfer to Song Dynasty title Xishan Qiu Shuangtu Qing Dynasty: Nalan Kongde Mountain Bai Fan is quiet, with a heavy shadow of water and moon. When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade.
At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined and the forest was sparse. On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.
Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river. Who knows how to lie and wander in this life? I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote?
Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture. An empty mountain, a hidden moon, a cave, this secluded mountain forest, does not provoke a trace of secular dust.
I still remember the sight of Wei Yun in the sparse forest at sunset. In the thatched cottage at the top of the cliff, an old monk was meditating.
Walking in Yunshan, fishing at the head of the stream and playing the piano by the water are really happy. Living in seclusion in the mountains and wandering around, I can wear out several pairs of shoes in my life, but who can understand my wandering mood of enjoying paintings? I used to get into the official career and covet wealth. Now I regret it and want to retire to the mountains. But when will this wish come true? I just hope to find it in this painting.
3. Fishermen indulging in Dongfeng in Yuan Dynasty: Baiping Ferry, Huanglu 'an, Baipu, Liu Hong Beach and Green Liu Di. Although there is no life and death, but without the clever calculation of friends, many people will miss Qiu Jiang.
People who despise da are illiterate. Golden reeds cover the riverbank, white apple flowers float on the ferry, green willows stand on the riverbank, and red weeds render the beach head.
Although there is no friendship between life and death, there are also friends who have clever calculations, such as free seagulls and herons on the Qiu Jiang. It is the illiterate fishermen who despise those dignitaries.
4. Two poems from the Tang Dynasty: When Cui Daorong returned to the pond, his foot staggered and the wild birds could not fly. If you don't have time to plow and fish, Akita will probably drip.
Sit and watch the dark clouds and heavy rain, and spray mountains in front of you. Suddenly, there were dark clouds overhead and it was stormy, but it was the night before the mountain came out.
On the surface of the winding pond, the rain is as dense as spinning thread. Wild birds can't take off because of heavy rain, but fish jump onto the surface with surprise. Farmers and anglers have no time to get hemp fibers and hats, and the fields in autumn are looking forward to such a hearty rain.
I sat there and watched the thick dark clouds in the sky spraying rain on the mountain ahead, but it was still sunny here. Suddenly, the rolling dark clouds with showers sprinkled on my head! However, I was surprised to find that there was a faint sunset on the green peak ahead! 5. Jiuquanzi Changyi West Lake Song Dynasty: Changyi West Lake in Pan Lang.
Looking at the balcony all day: fishing boats in twos and threes, the island is crisp in autumn. The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk.
Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds. I often think of roaming the West Lake, standing on the balcony all day, leaning against the railing and overlooking the lakes and mountains: fishing boats in twos and threes on the lake, the colors on the island are high and low.
The most unforgettable thing is that when a melodious flute came faintly from the reed swing, it alarmed the egrets living there, and they suddenly flew in droves and lined up. I envy the scenery of the West Lake, so once I left, in my spare time, I took an interest in fishing and began to renovate fishing tools. Now, I seem to be in the cool and wide autumn scenery of the West Lake.
2. Autumn fishing poems
Qiujiang solo fishing map
(Qing) Wang Shizhen
A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
Mountain autumn borer
(Wang Wei)
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Answer deputy magistrate Zhang
Wang Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
Autumn tour to the capital, engraved in Tongmen Inn.
Xu hun
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet. A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea. The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.