Happy poem about boating 1. Poems about boating
Night parking on Jiande River.
Author: Meng Haoran
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
One hundred untitled poems about the previous Qihe River tour.
The shore grass is even barren, and the village vocal music is full of years.
Rice is harvested at the beginning of dusk, and the lotus boat is idle.
Gu Kuang Xishang
The woman who picks lotus creek is afraid of shaking the wind.
Startled up, Yuanyang stayed, and the water was red.
Two Poems on Lotus Picking by Huang Fusong
Lotus fragrance lasts for ten hectares, and sister-in-law is greedy for lotus.
I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.
Yan Shu fisherman ao
Yue Nv picked lotus on the north bank of the river. It's light and short, and it's easy to follow suit. Face competes with flowers. The running water is slow. Always look at your makeup in the mirror.
Lotus leaves are layered, green umbrellas. Lotus houses are decorated with golden lanterns. A handful of lotus root silk kept pulling. Red sun night. Looking back, I want to take it to heart.
2. What poems describe "boating in spring"?
1. "Inviting guests to send them to the Spring Boat Lake" Tang Bai Juyi
Who is the most charming among the guests who want to send Can Chun to invite wine companions? Two bottles are newly opened,
A dress has just begun to be taught. Parallel to the chord of the pipe, the sleeves are green, indicating that the ship was ordered to light a red silk.
Slowly bring it to the middle of the lake, like a diamond-shaped mirror looking up.
2. "On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail.
3. "On the Stream" Gu Kuang
The woman who picks lotus creek is afraid of shaking the wind.
Startled up, Yuanyang stayed, and the water was red.
4. "Picking Lotus Seeds" Huang Fusong
Lotus fragrance lasts for ten hectares, and sister-in-law is greedy for lotus.
I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.
5. Fisherman's Pride Yan Shu
Yue Nv picked lotus on the north bank of the river. It's light and short, and it's easy to follow suit. Face competes with flowers. The running water is slow. Always look at your makeup in the mirror.
Lotus leaves are layered, green umbrellas. Lotus houses are decorated with golden lanterns. A handful of lotus root silk kept pulling. Red sun night. Looking back, I want to take it to heart.
3. Ask for some ancient poems about boating and picking lotus.
Zhang Hu's lyrics and songs didn't see each other's hearts after reading five songs. They were just diligent.
Picking lotus leaves is the bottom lotus picker. Cui's Ode to Harmony, Song of Picking Lotus, Jade Flowers and Red Hair, Golden Soup and Running Water.
When they meet, they are afraid of losing each other and try their best to pick lotus boats. Yu Bao and Shi recalled that at that time, Jiang was still interested in picking lotus songs.
Close the door for no reason, * * * Dongting waves. In Cui Guo Fu, the lotus songs are full of flowers, and the golden soup is full of water.
When they meet, they are afraid of losing each other and try their best to pick lotus boats. Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, Wu Zawen, Lianwu, picking lotus every day, and the Governor returned home at dusk.
Don't splash water on the pole for fear of wetting the red-violet clothes. Li Bai's five poems by Yue Nv (seen in Yue Zhongshu) are lotus-picking girls in Xiye, who are singing to the guests.
He smiled and hid in the lotus, pretending to be ashamed. There are one hundred untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (one poem by Xie Qian), and the grass on the shore is even barren, and the village voice is one year old.
Rice is harvested at the beginning of dusk, and the lotus boat is idle. Liu Cailian's song, sunset, beautiful singing.
I have been used to picking lotus since I was a child, and I followed the trend at the age of fifteen. Lotus is picked on the stream of Gu Kuang, but the boat is afraid of shaking the wind.
Startled up, Yuanyang stayed, and the water was red. Zhang Hu read five songs, but he didn't like each other.
Picking lotus leaves is the bottom lotus picker. Teacher Huo always picks lotus girls on the boat and combs them in pairs.
I heard that I crossed the river early in the morning to live. Han lies with Cui-style four-Luo curtains in spring, and embroidered windows are full of worries.
It rained all night in South Lake, so the lotus boat should be wet. Zhang Ji sang a song, Wuqi Qu Xishan made the palace tide full of pools, Wu Gong Xiaoming dogwood branches.
Wu recited poems alone and stayed on the boat with Wang last night. Huangfusong picked two or two lotus seeds, even fragrant lotus seeds for ten hectares, and her sister-in-law was greedy for picking lotus seeds late.
I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks. Zhang Jiwu started to play the Western Hills to make the palace tide fill the pool, and the palace birds sang dogwood branches.
Wuji Cailian sang a song, and the king stayed on the boat last night. Xu Ning Yuefu's new poem is a thirteen-string girl from Lu who married a good boy in the west of the city early.
I don't envy the hardships of stream singers, but I go to the green window to sleep when picking lotus. Shi Jianwu gave Zheng Yuhua, a female Taoist, two poems about picking lotus flowers in Mingjing Lake, but she learned immortals from her grandmother.
Juss fell into the green purse by mistake, which string is still a long way. Shi Jianwu met He Zhongxuanjun in Yuezhou, lived on the west bank of Jinghu Lake, and was at the foot of Siming Mountain with Mo Jingchun.
Several lotus pickers in front of the door want to park the lotus boat in the ownerless place. He Wulian is sparkling in the floating place, and the fragrance outside the wind gives birth to the dust at the bottom of socks.
Lotus leaves and lotus skirts set each other off, and you can't see the lotus pickers when you listen to the songs. Xu soul spent the night in Yongle, pregnant with lotus beads full of sorrow and blue waves, and Wu Wa sang lotus picking songs seven times.
Thousands of miles away from Hengtang, reeds rustle and it is stormy. In Jingxi, Li Jiuling, fishing lights are on at night, and hookahs are clear and bright.
The beach started Yuanyang, and a pair of lotus picking boats heard the sound. There are hundreds of poems in the Harmony Palace, and the early autumn is quiet, and the lotus flowers are collected around the basin.
Draw robes on the ground and look for palace willows to see cicadas. People on the waves are like flowers in the palm of your hand.
(Song of Picking Lotus, see "Le Shu" above) Chen Tao endowed Guliantang and Lugong dolls with the ability to pick lotus, and Pearl became a dragon boat. Three thousand clever smiles are no longer seen, and Jiangtou wastes garden flowers every year.
Li is singing beside? I am flying under the blue stream, and I am enjoying autumn. On the 28th, she wore a skirt to pick lotus, and ran to the blue boat in the light rain with a smile.
Sun Guangxian picked ten hectares of fragrant lotus flowers, and his sister-in-law was greedy and late in picking lotus flowers. I got my bow wet when I came late, and even took off my red skirt to wrap ducks.
Mrs. Hua Rui's Gong Ci (hereinafter 41 poems by Wang Jue, children of Liyuan) began to fly over Sha Ou when the family was chasing lotus picking. Qiu Lan patted the water together, struggled with the boat and got his clothes wet.
Mrs. Huarui's Gong Ci (41 poems written by Wang Jue for the children of Liyuan) Teenagers are picking lotus flowers one by one, and Luomao Luoshan skillfully punishes them. Every time I get to the shore, I have to beat the water for a long time and try to lift my hands out of the boat.
Wan Qirong bid farewell to the birds in the southeast of Jiangtou, saying it was Hometown Day. It's late on the river, so you can order thousands.
The log breaks the moon frequently and the number of years is repeated. Xunyang water will be 24 years old tomorrow, and acacia will send lotus flowers.
Bao Rong's "Hehe Picking Lotus Songs" contains two lotus picking songs: water comes without wind, and the lotus pond is as loose as a mirror. The summer shirt is red with short sleeves, colorful songs laugh for new hibiscus, and fish plays listen to lotus flowers. Fu, the proud face of the fisherman in Dongyan Book, is neatly dressed and neatly cut.
Regain Qiu Jiang. A lotus picking wind is good.
People are not drunk. Yuanyang is frightened to fly.
It is too tender to pick tender strips. Knock on the painting fan and steal the gold core.
In the middle of the night, the moon pearl fell. How much meaning.
Red cheeks have a little bit of acacia tears. On the north bank of Yue Nv picking lotus, Yan Shu fishermen are proud of it.
It's light and short, and it's easy to follow suit. Face competes with flowers.
The running water is slow. Always look at your makeup in the mirror.
Lotus leaves are layered, green umbrellas. Lotus houses are decorated with golden lanterns.
A handful of lotus root silk kept pulling. Red sun night.
Looking back, I want to take it to heart. Ouyang Xiu loves flowers, and Yue Nv picks lotus autumn waters.
The narrow sleeves are light, revealing double gold cymbals. Take a picture and pick flowers like noodles.
Only * * * silk confusion in my heart. ? It's getting late at the beach.
The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and there is no companion when you come. The faint song spread to the distance.
Sorrow leads to Jiang Nanan. Ouyang xiu's recent love affair, autumn wind and waves wash sand.
The ethereal fairy boat is just like autumn. What Annette Lu is worried about is a soldier.
Looking at flowers is like crying makeup. Fold the lotus stems.
Lotus broken silk lead, dedicated to melancholy. Don't take flowers home.
There is a man across the river. Bodhisattva Zuko, who can paint rain on the sand?
Smoke swept through the bamboo forest. The other shore is inclined.
The lotus pickers haven't come back yet. Mandarin ducks are like translators.
Yeah, red bath. Go back when you go.
Teach Nong sorrow. Yan Qingping is in full bloom.
Autumn sounds turn all night. Fragments of green and red incense were broken.
Dragons are westerly winds. Mochow lives by the river.
Picking lotus leaves every year worries me. Who cares if the water fades? Last night, the moon sailed on the blue boat.
Yan He sang and danced casually when picking lotus in spring. Spend a day among flowers.
Darkness comes with the breeze at the end of the apple until the willow tip leans against the moon. Stop talking about Jiangtou Road.
Sue lives in the seaside building. When thinking about martial arts dreams, don't lower the heartbroken position of Qinyuan.
Yan Yumei sings in the moonlight. * * * Wenjun.
What's more, love is as shallow as spring breeze. One night, the branches were covered with new green instead of the remaining red.
There is a lotus letter in Pingxiang. Have fun with the oars.
There will be no lotus picking season. When you are drunk, you are covered in flowers and shadows, and thousands of people help you.
Yan picked mulberry in Bailianchi last month and reunited tonight. Qu shui LAN Zhou
I remember flying with Joan to watch the moon sleep. Yellow flowers and green wine are wet with tears after separation.
Old things happen every year. In season, Nanhu picks lotus again.
Yan stayed on the lotus-picking boat in spring, and the night felt steep, which was very autumn. Angry cold flowers are temporarily fragrant, similar to shallow feelings and people.
Yu Rui's songs are clear and intoxicating at night. Love bridge, the wind is good.
The wet red skirt wine disappeared at the beginning, and I remembered what happened in Nanxi. Huang Tingjian's Qingping Letang iced wine is good.
I only hate small silver cups. The new work Jin Hegong is unique.
This painting is going to fall down. Picking lotus is a clear song.
Urgent sandalwood urges the golden river to roll. Sleeping in a drunken duck is even more shocking.
4. What are they?
Very good: 1, there are a few scattered white clouds floating in the blue sky, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, a cool breeze sweeps the water surface, spreads the waterline, and the water surface ripples with gold; Fish swim freely in the water, looming, jumping out of the water from time to time, as if welcoming us.
The boats crisscrossed and shuttled back and forth, floating on the water. 2. My father and I chose a pedal boat.
After buying the ticket, I hurried into the cabin when the staff untied the cable. The ship swayed from side to side and fluctuated. I was a little scared in my heart and my face showed fear. Dad said, "Let's sit down and keep our balance before rowing."
In the evening, we go boating. We chose a big boat, the whole family got on it, and dad rowed.
As the sun sets, the lake turns red, and my father immediately sings: "A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river rustles, half the river is red …" Looking at this clear lake, I feel like a little goldfish released by my master, swimming freely in the lake, leaping from the lake from time to time, and the scales are shining with the setting sun, competing with other partners to jump the highest. I chose a fishing boat, so we stepped on the pedal in front of it and sat in the cabin.
After my parents' discussion, I decided to row the boat first. So, I managed to paddle, holding the paddle handle with both hands and stroking the paddle with my hands. I saw the oars circling in the water. In an instant, the calm lake water stirred up a splash, which chased the golden sunshine and jumped around like a naughty little monkey, but the boat was still spinning around the pier and even retreating.
The scenery in the center of the lake is just different. There are golden beaches and peach trees full of peach blossoms in the north and south of the lake. Looking from the bow, at the junction of the edge of the lake and the edge of the sky, the colors of the lake and the sky blend together, which makes people feel that this is really "water and sky are one color"! Look at this endless horizontal plane. Several beaches of seaweed float carefree on the water. Other ships look like a few fallen leaves floating on the water from a distance.
A gust of cool wind blew, causing waves on the water. The waves have turned into beautiful curves, attracting our attention like rolling mountains. The breeze blows on my face, and I feel that my mind has indeed been purified and liberated.
We came to the lake along the tree-lined path, and I saw the blue sky reflected on the rippling lake, which was beautiful. We rented a boat like a dragon. After boarding the boat, my father rowed, and my mother and I sat on the boat to enjoy the scenery.
I saw many small fish and shrimps in the lake. I can't help feeding them food. I feel very happy. I also saw a speedboat sailing on the lake. The air on the lake is cool and I am very excited. I couldn't help but pick up the camera and take some pictures for my parents, and my parents also took some pictures for me.
I saw my father rowing very freely, so I wanted to try. I shook my paddle. The more I shake them, the more skilled I become. I rowed from north to south and from south to north. The more I row, the happier I am.
After a while, the light dimmed, as if someone had knocked over the ink bottle, and the sky was dark. Because it was too late and there were many mosquitoes, we had to reluctantly leave the lake and go home.
8. It's sunny today. There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. The warm sunshine shines on the earth, and the lake is rippling with golden light, which is very attractive. My brother, sister-in-law, mother and aunt and I went boating in the Summer Palace.
9. The extremely winding and narrow Le River in the morgue is a perfect boating lane. The ideal season is summer, when the water temperature is the most comfortable, so you don't have to worry about the splash from the paddle. In rowing, you can ride the world's largest grassland with both hands and paddles, and feel the vastness of the grassland from different angles.
10, the water in the West Lake is really green! Like emeralds. The reflections of ships appeared on the lake one after another, like a beautiful picture.
We are all tired. We spent the festival in laughter.
I hope I have time to go boating in the West Lake again. 1 1. When I arrived at the park, I found many people boating on the lake.
I think rowing by hand and pedaling are very laborious, so my father and I chose the electric boat. The ship set out, and I rocked on it with joy. My father snapped at me, "Don't shake! Be careful of the shipwreck! " Dad pulled down a face and said to me seriously, "The water here is more than three meters deep, and people as tall as two fathers can't see their heads!" Only then did I realize the seriousness of the matter and honestly sat in my seat and watched the scenery.
12, it's finally my turn to take the helm. I pretended to be the captain and watched the scenery while sailing.
Dad said, "Captain Yuan, you can't just look at the scenery and forget your route!" " "But I think the scenery here is so beautiful that I can't help seeing it! The ship is getting faster and faster, and the noise of the engine is getting louder and louder. The fast-moving ship rushed out of the waves on the already restless lake. The warm wind squeaked from my ear, the scenery kept passing by, and the shore seemed to be cheering from time to time. This is so pleasant! 13, rowing a boat to cut the waves, enjoying the beautiful natural scenery and fully integrating into the mountains and rivers.
Look at the scenery from another angle and get in touch with nature in another way. This is the charm of kayaking. Canoeing is no stranger to most people.
As a water sport, it is not uncommon in major events. In recent years, canoeing has stepped out of the arena and gradually entered the life of the general public, becoming a new leisure way.
14, kayaking includes kayaking and rowing, both of which are small-pointed paddle-less boats. Canoeing is a canoe in which the rower sits in the boat and paddles on the left and right sides of the boat in turn with paddles with two ends at about 90 degrees. When rowing, the rower sprints with his front legs, kneels on his back legs, and paddles on one side of the boat with shovel paddles in his hands.
Canoeing has a rudder, which is controlled by the rower's feet; Rowing boat has no rudder, and the direction is controlled by the rowing action of the rower. 15, it won't be long before we go into the water.
The coach helped me sit down on the boat, and the boat suddenly shook. I suddenly turned pale and my heart tightened.
Fortunately, the boat didn't turn over. I took a deep breath, then calmed down and started rowing.