Author: Cui Daorong
Fishing for river fish without fishing for names, Waou pours wine at dusk.
Drunk, but laughing at the unprovoked guest star.
Xue Jiang
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Thousands of birds have flown away, and a thousand roads have no footprints.
Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow.
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.
Yugezi
Zhang (Late Tang Dynasty)
Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Angler beach
Chu Guangxi
Fishing Qingqu in spring, apricot blossoms in spring. The pool is clear and the water is shallow.
Lotus moves fish powder. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Children fishing
Hu Lingneng
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Prime Minister Zhang Zailin Dongting
meng haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Dumu hotel
There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
Fisherman Liu Zongyuan
The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog.
This is a green landscape. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.