Yugezi
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse,
Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
Keywords green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber,
There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
This poem is full of scenes, sounds and feelings, and it is really an ink painting of spring fishing.
Cross the river
Du Fu
The river is impassable, and it is stormy in February.
The boat is inclined and the fish is high.
Zhang, disorderly blue robe,
Ask someone who cares about silk and ribbon. Look at you.
This poem depicts the scene of fishing by the river, and also shows the scene of fishermen's freedom and joy.
anglers' beach
Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay in spring,
In spring, apricot blossoms are deep,
The pool is clear and the water is shallow.
Lotus moves fish powder.
The poet vividly described the fun of fishing alone in the wild in spring, which made people feel relaxed and fascinated.
Fishing in summer
Song of Fisherman and Ning
Angelica dahurica is a cold crane,
When the grass wind gently cuts the waves.
Smoke screen, say delay,
Smell hibiscus and stir the fishing line.
Nature implicitly depicts the pleasure of fishing, which is a true portrayal of anglers.
"I heard that Li Duangong was fishing and sent it back."
Infinite lotus fragrance dyeing and weaving clothes,
Where is Ruanlang going to get the boat back?
I'm ashamed of myself,
You'd better go fishing in Los Angeles.
Fishing in autumn
Yugezi Zhao Meng
The misty waves are like a boat.
West winds and trees fall in autumn.
United gull heron, proud prince,
No matter what kind of perch does not bite.
Fishing in autumn is vast, taking gulls and herons as friends and fishing leisurely, and writing a lofty and detached attitude of a scholar-bureaucrat.
Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake to Give Books"
In the eighth month, the lake here,
Be with heaven.
Mist in the Valley of Cloud and the Valley of Meng,
Yueyang city has been surrounded.
I want to go there, but I can't find the boat.
I'm ashamed. I'm lazier than you politicians.
When I'm sitting here watching a fisherman throw,
Like fish in a pond.
The poet praised the occasional fish caught by fishermen by the river.
Fishing in winter
Winter is not a good time for fishing, but ice and snow still can't stop the pleasure of fishing Weng.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.