Thousands of birds have flown away, and a thousand roads have no footprints.
Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow.
Qiu Jiang Dudiaotu (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 (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang
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.
Yuwanchu in 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 in 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.
On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Alina Zhang 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.
Taohuajiang
Xu Zhang
A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
Jiangcun is that thing.
Sikongshu
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
Lanxi bangge
Dai Shulun
Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.
Hook up with lovers
pi rixiu
Yanling beach collapsed like a cloud, and the fishing tackle was put on the stone floor.
The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught.
Untitled
(Ming) Jie Jin
A few feet of silk fell into the water, and the silver hook swung without a trace.
All the fish are afraid to go to the emperor. Long live the king who only catches dragons.
Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends.
meng haoran
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
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.
Send the monk back to Japan
Qian Qi
You can come to China whenever you have the opportunity; The road is foggy and the ship is sailing in a dream. Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou.
The mood is quiet, and everything is as unreal as water and moon; The inner government of Shiguo will come out to listen to your chanting. The most lovely thing is that there is a Buddha lamp that illuminates the soul; Sailing in Wan Li, your eyes are always bright.
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.
Huaishang fisherman
Zheng Gu
The white-headed waves are covered with white hair, and the home still moves to the wind.
He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.
Wind fishing
Chengpengchi
The wind deflects the water and doesn't complain about the weather.
Ann can calm down and catch a carp to cook.
Hard road
Lipper
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. I threw away the food sticks and cups, and I couldn't eat or drink. I drew my sword and found a loss.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
After missing the hermit in Xishan
Qiu Wei
I climbed ten miles at a stretch to your seclusion at the top of the mountain. I knocked on your door, but no one answered. I peeked into your room, on the seat next to your desk.
Maybe you are sitting in a covered chair, or, more likely, fishing in an autumn pond. Although it is a pity that I will miss you, you have become my meditation.
Your beautiful grass is fresh because of the rain, and there is the music of pine trees by your window. I integrate what I see and hear into my existence, soothe my senses and calm my mind.
Although there are no hosts or guests, have I finished my reasoning visit? That's enough. I've already gone down the mountain. Why should I wait for you? .
clear stream
Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
The song of Luoyang girl
Wang Wei
There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers. Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice that jade-faced Yue girl, poor Huansha Jiangtou.
A fisherman looks forward to the coming of spring.
Ding Hong
Hiding in a thatched cottage in the cold winter, I suddenly saw the willow-colored onions on the wall.
Just wait for peach blossom red soil, golden hook and a pair of golden dragons.
Yule
Ding Hong
Cicadas and songbirds are playing in the trees, bees and crickets are singing in the flowers. The most beautiful bell in the world is a symphony.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zhenbanqiao
When the black veil is thrown, it is not an official, and the sleeves are cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Drinking songs by Shiyu Lake
Yuan Jie
Full house with rice wine, rest with wine on the lake, drunk. Drunk,
According to the introduction of the lakeshore, fish with sulfhydryl groups are introduced to take wine, so that it can be carried on board and drunk everywhere. I suspect that I am relying on Baqiu to act on Junshan.
The philosophers sat around the Dongting, the wine boat touched the waves, and the people who came and went sang songs to learn from them.
Shiyu Lake is like Dongting Lake, and Junshan is full of spring in summer. The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island.
Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, we can't waste manpower to transport ships. I have a long-necked gourd, and I happily pour drinks in all directions on Ba Island, without caring.
Endless desire
Lu you
The clouds are thick. Water weighs 1000 pounds. In the midst of thousands of clouds and waters. Yueming fishing tube.
The head is still young. Not deaf. You can blush when you are drunk. A statue of someone is the same.
This bridge is like a rainbow. Water is as empty as air. A leaf is floating in the misty rain. God teaches people to fly.
Side canopy. Make Jiang Feng. Crab houses are uneven. Then smell the bell at dusk.
Two fishing songs
Lu you
Mirror Lake casts two clear skies. A boat with a piece of glass. Dance and sleep. Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus.
Chang 'an is exempt from paying homage to several officials. The fisherman lay awake, drunk as mud. The smoking boat is small, but the fishing car is light. Pointing at Meishan is a little green.
Old fisherman
Zhen Wu
Fishing for no reason is empty, and the fish is too big to do anything. Worried about dumping, fighting against ups and downs, everything is light but not deep.
Lingyang v Sanmen Liu citang
Lipper
Three gates cross the dangerous beach, and six thorns walk the waves. The stone startled the tiger and crouched down.
Hose circling. Why worry about seven miles? It makes me want to throw a shot.
Old fisherman
Zhang Songling
Happiness is storm fishing or leisure, and the pine trees in the thatched cottage win the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, when the wind and waves rise, you must return.
Three fishing songs
Zhang
The fishermen on the fishing platform are as brown as fur and make a boat in twos and threes. You can swim vertically, and the white waves of the Yangtze River never worry.
The owner of Songjiang crab house is happy, and rice and soup are also meals. The maple leaves fall, the fire dries up, and the drunken fishing boat doesn't feel cold.
In Caoqing Lake, on a full moon night, fishermen in Baling are singing. Catch a car, catch a boat and enjoy the immortal storm.
Fishing suit
Song Yu
Take sage as the pole, virtue as the fiber, benevolence and righteousness as the hook, Luli as the bait, the whole world as the pool and all the people as the fish.
Caotang in the western suburbs is a tribute to officials.
Suyuan
Green rocks and white stones sit in it all day. Love is straight and carefree.
Fishing platform
Suyuan
Stop the boat under the Diaoyutai and hang the pole to find the wind. I heard that there used to be a fisherman on this stone.
He is invisible, and his trail is empty. Only endless hearts have accompanied you for thousands of years.
Queqiaoxian
Lu you
Lanterns are flying and carved saddles are shooting. Who remembers the heroic behavior of that year?
Half of the drinkers take the title of Hou, and they are the fishermen by the river.
The canoe is eight feet long and has three eaves and a low canopy, which is why it is rainy and foggy in Pingzhou.
A romantic experience, a misty rain, living in Diaoyutai West.
Selling fish is afraid of approaching the city gate, but it is willing to go deep into the world of mortals.
Tidal physiology, beach mooring, tidal rise and fall.
When people mistake it for Yan Guang, I am naturally an unknown fisherman.
Poems from Su Yuan
A fishing trip by the lake, a pole, a hat and a hemp fiber. Pour wine and folk songs into the crock, and wrap fish in lotus leaves for dinner.
The bamboo pole was thrown on the lotus root lace and slept on the pillow and the coir stone. Life experience is close to the shore of Polygonum cuspidatum, and customs dominate Bai Ou days.
In the afternoon, the pool is clear, and every pity for white hair is the most affectionate. Qinghui doesn't like crowns, and when he breaks his hat, he has four or five stems.
It's nice to see the Rocky Mountain day after day and cross the river and sandwich the lake beach. In the evening, it was as cold as washing, and some vegetables went fishing.
The fisherman's map
Guan Zhongji
Being a man is extremely expensive, and fame and fortune are not free.
Fight like a boat. Go home to rest after playing the moon.
Fishing is not allowed
Li shunxian
Fishing for brocade scales in the pool all day long, the fragrance of rhombohedra fades.
Vaguely, even if there is bait for finding fragrance, I know that the golden hook will not swallow it.
Jiangcun village
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. If you are sick, you should pile up medicine. What can you ask here?
Old fisherman
An old fisherman spent the night here. Under the cliff in the west, Qing Ji Jr. looked out.
Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog and saw a green landscape.
I turned around and saw waves coming from the sky, and there were no clouds on the rocks.
Fisherman's ci
Li Yu (Nantang)
The waves are full of snow, peaches and plums are silent, a song is sung in spring, a pot of wine, a pole, and several people in the world.
A spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon, a light hook, flowers and wine, free in the waves.
fisherman's song
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
An old fisherman, a fishing rod, a cliff, an inlet, a boat, no ties.
Small light waves rose in Sha Ou, which made Hong Kong feel cold during the day and sang a song about the sunset at night.
In an instant, the waves shook the golden shadow, and Mo looked up at Dongshan on the moon.
Huanxisha
(Song) Wu Wenying
The copper flowers on the wave surface are cold, the jade people are fishing pipe hooks, and the moon is bright and the pool is autumn.
Jiang Yan's words leave, the spray is red like a spring break, and the west wind leaves the well first.
Fishing at sea
Lipper
Take romance as escape, pursue ambition, take rainbow as silk, take bright moon as hook, and take unfaithful husband as bait.
Huaidong Lake in Autumn
Lu you
There are a few degrees of oblique light hanging from the small fish on the edge of Yanhua Reservoir.
Lu guimeng
Nothing in my life is full of smoke and waves, but the water on the sand side is rich.
fishing terrace
Ship monk
Thousands of feet silk fiber hanging straight, a wave of follow.
Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty.
Xicuo
Don] Jing Yun
In the secluded place where Xi Weng lives, Xi birds fly at the door. Get up early to go fishing, and return on a moonlit night.
When the rice is cooked, the smoke is warm and fat. Beyond the chic dust, a ship is a straw coat.
fishing terrace
Guan xiu
When the Qingjiang River is idle, storks paint red and the fishing grounds move. The heart only goes in spring, and the crane should return at dusk.
The wind broke Qixia Mountain Temple, and people sang Flying Snow Island. Self-pity is also on the fairy boat, and jade waves splash grass clothes.
Hanjiang snow fishing
[Qing] Shi Jing 'an
Banqiao east fishing, cold snow.
Cold water doesn't flow, but fish chew plum blossoms.
Fishing in the middle of the river at night sends a message to Jingnan.
Liu Changqing
Chudun receives a little rain, Jingmen is far away. In the water and clouds, the spring river is green.
Last week's note, even pine and bamboo are in color. When the moon rises on the waves, people return to the ferry to stay.
I am not tired and have no desire for anything. The fisherman is still in exile, but Bai Ou is difficult to control.
That is, I pity the rough waves and love the rough waves. Fishing to see the world, you will know that this life is enough.
Vertical fishing
Bai Juyi
A long whistle by the water suddenly reminded me of the beginning of the tenth year. Third, climb to the first place, and first enter the open road.
There are many changes in life, and there are gains and losses in foreign affairs. Today, I'm going fishing with Jiang Zan and Sha Tou.
Shen Quan's fishing rod in Tang Dynasty
"Asahi gather red smoke and hang a pole to go to Lvchuan.
People suspect that sitting in the sky, fish hanging in the mirror.
Turbulent danger should ignore the jurisdiction, and the pool is quiet and wants to leave the boat.
It's still good to fish for jade, but it's not good for me to collect gold.
If you want to see bait, you will be greedy.
Yu Ge Zi by Zhang, a poet in Tang Dynasty
"White flies in front of the Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water, 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. "
Li Bai's It's Hard to Walk
"I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow;
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. "
Autumn in the Suburb by Lu You
"Shan Yu Wei Fei duck head water, thin clouds and scales.
There's nothing funny. The feather fan is on a fishing boat. "
Lu You's Landscape Poems and the Scenery of Wangshui Town in the North
"West wind and sand light gulls, sunset bridge fishing boat.
Begging for painting is a book, and Suolin mangrove is a boat with autumn colors.