1. Poems about poles
Poems about poles 1. Poems about fishing
There are so many, choose from the complete collection of fishing poems (reprinted) Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan's birds flew away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people disappeared.
A man in a boat with a raincoat and a hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Qiujiang River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen. A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and the apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.
The pond is clear but the water is shallow. When the lotus moves, the fish scatter. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children’s Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is horizontal, and the water is empty and clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good company in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman sleeps near the western rock at night, and at dawn he absorbs the clear water and burns the bamboos of Chu. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.
Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.
The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace. No fish dares to face the emperor, long live the king only fishes for dragons.
Climbing Mount Xian with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come here again.
The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.
Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.
The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. But pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.
Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
Go to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.
Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.
Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.
Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins of treasure. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.
There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.
If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The color of grass is in the new rain, and the sound of pine trees is heard outside the window.
The tranquility and tranquility of this place are enough to sway the heart and ears. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.
Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.
The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peach and green willow hanging over the eaves.
The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.
The madman's wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to hold coral to others.
The dawn of spring extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he only wore incense and sat there in makeup.
The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who pities the Yue girl, whose face is like jade, and the poor woman at the head of the river has her own yarn.
Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. The cicadas and orioles are playing on the Dinghong trees, and the bees and crickets are chirping in the flowers. The symphony in the world is the most beautiful fishing bell. I say goodbye to home, paint a bamboo to bid farewell to Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of Weixian County, throw away the black gauze and refuse to be an official, the paddle rustles and my sleeves are cold; write down a branch Thin bamboos are used as fishing rods on the river in the autumn wind.
Drunk Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface Yuanjie Mansou used the rice from the public fields to make wine. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then. In the midst of joy and drunkenness, he gathered fish from the shore of the lake to get wine, and had the boat carry it, and everyone drank and sat down.
When I was doubtful, I leaned on Baqiu and drank my wine on Junshan Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat. Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, and the summer water is full of spring in Junshan.
The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands. The wind is blowing continuously and the waves are strong, so people cannot transport the boats.
I sit on Baqiu with a long ladle and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow. Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong.
A thousand weights of water. In the midst of thousands of clouds and water.
The moonlight collects the fishing tube. The head is still young.
Not deaf. Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red.
Who is the same as one? The bridge is like a rainbow.
The water is empty. A leaf is floating in the mist.
The Heavenly Sect is called Fang Weng. Side canopies.
Make the river wind. Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market.
The evening bell will be heard. Two Poems of the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu looks down at the two blue skies.
A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass. Dance with a bow and sleep in a cocoon.
Don’t be a celestial being, be a narcissus. Chang'an doesn't have to pay homage to several ministers.
The fisherman was sleeping drunk and yet to wake up. The smoke boat is small and the fishing cart is light.
Pointing to Meishan in the distance, there is a little green. Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing in the middle of the pond is empty for no reason, and the fish is not allowed by the big boat.
Worry will overwhelm you, but it will make you float and sink. Be gentle in everything and don’t go too deep. Lingyang Lawsuit has three gates and six thorns on the beach. Li Bai There are three gates and six thorns on the beach.
The stone is startled by the tiger crouching, and the water-like dragon is circling. Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling I enjoy the storm and fishing in leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage have already surpassed the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves are rising and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe Diaotai Fisherman's fur is brown, and he writes in twos, twos, and threes.
2. Poems about fishing
1. The poem "The Fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets and egrets stand in the cold weather while the grass wind gently cuts the waves. The smoke curtains, the sun is late, and the fragrance attracts the hibiscus to stir up the fishing line."
2. Yu Xuanji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of summer fishing in "I heard that Li Duangong was fishing and sent gifts back": "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, and Ruan Lang can't find a boat to return home. I am ashamed that I am not as good as a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to fish close together. ”
3. Du Fu's "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. Swallows come and go in front of the hall, gulls in the water make love. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks. The only medicine is needed for many illnesses. , Micro body is more desirable."
4. Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and Presenting Zhang Hanxiang" "In August, the level of the lake is too empty and too clear. The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is only envy. Fish love."
5. Ji Xiaolan's "Fishing Quatrains": "One pole, one oar, one fisherman, one fisherman, one hook. With one clap, one call, and one smile, one person monopolizes the entire river."
6. Of course, Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" is the first to write winter fishing poems. "Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
7. Sikong Shu's "Instant Affairs in Jiangcun": "After returning from fishing without tying up the boat, Jiangcun is sleeping under the moonlight. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers."
8. Lu You's poem "Occasions in Leisure" says: "The flowers are singing and drinking in spring, and the river is throwing poles at night under the bright moon."
9. There is a small fishing rock beside the pond, and the hanging pole reaches the slanting light several times. ------>Lu You
10. He uses romance as his passion, the universe as his ambition, the rainbow as his thread, the bright moon as his hook, and the unloyal husband in the world as his bait.
-----"Sea Angler" Li Bai
11. A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the berry moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
--------------- "Children's Fishing" by Hu Lingneng
3. What are the poems about fishing
1 , "Fishing Bay"
Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay in spring, deep in spring, apricot flowers bloom. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Translation:
Fishing in the green water bay in spring, spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in full bloom. The water in the pond is clear and shallow, and only when the lotus leaves are shaken do you realize that the fish have dispersed. Waiting for a close friend until sunset, tie up the boat and dock at the green poplar bank.
2. "The Play on the Lake"
Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
The old man on the lake is sitting on the rock head, but the peach blossom water is flowing in the lake.
The bamboo pole curls up in endless waves, and I don’t know who will swallow my hook.
Translation:
An old man was sitting on the beach fishing, with peach blossoms floating on the water of the lake slowly flowing away. However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with him. Facing the beautiful scenery in front of him, No matter if a fish takes the bait or not.
3. "Children's Fishing"
Tang Dynasty: Hu Linngneng
A boy with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the berry moss.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
Translation:
A child with disheveled hair and green face was learning how to fish as an adult by the river. He was sitting sideways in the grass, with his figure hidden by the weeds. When a passerby asked for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, fearing to disturb the fish and not daring to respond to the passerby.
4. "The Fisherman on the Huaihe River"
Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu
A white-headed man floats on the waves, and the wind moves the family boat by boat.
A new one-foot bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren are blowing fire among the flowers.
Translation:
The boundless Huaihe River is rolling with white waves, and the white-haired fisherman makes his home on the boat. The breeze blows by the water, and fishing boats drift everywhere. The old fisherman had just caught a foot-long bass, and his children and grandchildren were busy blowing fire and eating among the flowers.
5. "Nanchi"
Tang Dynasty: Li Ying
The young man feeds the woman while twisting the silk, and the overflowing fragrant mash is poured into the fish.
At sunrise, two fishes are eating, and the family is laughing in Nanchi.
Translation:
The little boy is preparing fishing bait, the wife is rolling silk to make fishing lines, the husband is wrapped in a turban, and a pot full of turbid wine is next to him, emitting a strong aroma. The sun has risen two poles high. It is the time when the fish are looking for food, and the fish bite the hook one after another. The family happily continued fishing in Nanchi.
4. What are the poems about fishing?
Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds fly over thousands of mountains, and all traces of people disappear.
A man in a boat with a raincoat and a hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen. A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.
The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children's Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is horizontal, and the water is empty and clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good company in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman sleeps near the western rock at night, and at dawn he absorbs the clear water and burns the bamboos of Chu. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.
Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.
The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk threads hung in the water, and the silver hook swung away without a trace. No fish dared to face the emperor. Long live the king only fished for dragons.
Climbing Xian Mountain with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come again in this generation.
The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.
Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.
The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. Only pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.
Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
Go to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.
Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.
Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.
Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins of treasure. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.
There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.
If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The color of grass is in the new rain, and the sound of pine trees is heard outside the window.
This is so quiet and quiet that it is enough to make your heart and ears happy. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.
Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.
The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peaches and green willows hanging over the eaves. The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.
The madman's wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to hold coral to others.
The dawn of spring extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he only wore incense and sat there in makeup.
The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who can pity the Yue girl whose face is like jade?
Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. Fishing Music Ding Hong The cicadas and warblers play on the trees, the bees and crickets chirp in the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the sound of fishing bells. I say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County by painting bamboos.
Zheng Banqiao Throwing away the black gauze and not being an official, the rustling of the bamboo leaves makes my sleeves cold; I write about a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind. Drunken Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface to Yuanjie Mansou made wine with rice from the public fields. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then.
In the midst of drunkenness, he went to the shore of the lake to pick up fish and get wine, and had the boat carry it, drinking all the people sitting there. When I was doubtful, I leaned on Ba Qiu and sat on the Jun Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat.
Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, with summer water filling Junshan Spring. The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands.
The wind is blowing and the waves are blowing day after day, so we can’t waste our time transporting the boats. I sit on Baqiu holding a long ladle and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow.
Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong. Water weighs a thousand.
Being in a thousand layers of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
Tou Wei Tong. Not deaf.
Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red. Who is the same as one?
The bridge is like a rainbow. The water is empty.
A leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.
Side canopy. Make the river wind.
Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. Then hear the evening bell.
Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu overlooks the two blue skies. A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass.
Dance with a stick and sleep in a cocoon. Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus.
Chang'an will not have to pay homage to several ministers. The fisherman fell asleep drunk and did not wake up.
The smoke boat is small and the fishing car is light. Pointing to Meishan in the distance, it is a little green.
Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing in the middle of the pond is empty for no reason, and the fish is not allowed by the big boat. Worry will overwhelm you, attack your ups and downs, take everything lightly and don't go too deep.
Lingyang Litigation Three Gates and Six Thorns Beach Li Bai Three gates are steep on the beach, and six thorns move the waves. The stone tiger crouched, and the water-like dragon hovered.
Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling enjoys the turmoil and fishing is leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage are already climbing.
In the waters of Taihu Lake and Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves arise and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe The fishermen in Diaotai made brown fur coats and made boats in twos, twos and threes.
If you can swing the boat and ride the current, you will never worry about the white waves of the Yangtze River. Songjiang Crab.
5. Poems about oranges
They are probably talking about "citrus". I hope it will be helpful to you...
"To Liu Jingwen" by Su Shi
There is no rain cover after the lotus leaves are gone, but there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums. It is a good time of year to remember that it is the time of orange and green.
Zhang Jiuling's "Twelve Poems on Encounters" (Part 7)
There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, which are still green in the winter.
The weather in Yi is so warm that it feels cold all year round.
I can recommend Jiake, but there are many obstacles!
Destiny can only be encountered, and the cycle cannot be found.
Just say that there are peaches and plums on the tree. Is there no shade in this tree?
Notes:
When reading Zhang Jiuling's poem praising oranges, it is easy to think of Qu Yuan's "Ode to Oranges". Qu was born in the South, and the orange trees were also born in the South. His poem "Ode to Oranges" begins with the words: "The empress has grown a beautiful tree, and the oranges are everywhere. I have been ordered not to move, but I was born in the South." It means that the object represents his ambition. , clearly visible. Zhang Jiuling was also from the south, and his exiled residence, Jiangling, the seat of Jingzhou (i.e. the Ying capital of Chu State), was originally a famous orange-producing area. His poem begins with the words: "There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are still green in the winter." The meaning of the metaphor is particularly obvious. Qu Yuan's famous line tells us: "The autumn wind is curling up, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves." It can be seen that even in the South, in late autumn, ordinary trees will inevitably shake down, so how can they withstand the ravages of the harsh winter? As for tangerines, they "remain green in the winter". The word "Jew" is full of praise.
Du Fu's "Sick Oranges"
There is little business in the oranges, but even though there are many, they are also ridiculed. Xizai is small and strong, sour and astringent like a Tang pear.
It is better to cut open all the beetles and harvest them. It's so unpalatable, how can we just keep its skin?
The half-dead leaves are rustling, and they can’t bear to say goodbye to their old branches. The frost and snow accumulate in Xuandong, but the wind blows back.
Have a taste of Penglai Hall and list the Xiaoxiang postures. This thing is not old enough, and the jade loses its brilliance when eaten.
The bandits are still in the mausoleum. When you reduce the meal. Your illness is God's will, and I think it is your fault.
Recalling the old envoys from the South China Sea, they galloped to offer lychees. Hundreds of horses died in the valley, and the elders are still sad to this day.
6. Poems about fishing
"Fishing Quatrains" by Ji Xiaolan
A pole, an oar, a lonely boat, a fisherman and a hook.
With one clap, one shout, and one smile, one person owns the whole river and autumn. "
"Fishing Rod Chapter" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty
The rising sun collects red smoke, and the pole is lowered towards the green river.
People are suspicious of people sitting in the sky, and fish are like hanging in the mirror. .
When you are in trouble, you will catch the hook by mistake.
If you are in trouble, you will stay in the boat.
Shang, I am not a good person to collect gold.
If you are greedy, you will have no chance.
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty "Song of the Fisherman"
There is an old man standing on a mountain in a deep pond on a curved bank, keeping his eye on the hook without moving his hand.
People wanted to know his name, but they asked him for a long time and did not speak.
"Yu Gezi" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty<. /p>
White birds are flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are flowing in the water, and mandarin fish are fat.
Green bamboo hats, green raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. .Poems about fishing
1. "The Fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets and egrets stand in the cold weather while the grass breeze gently cuts the waves. The smoke curtains, the sun is late, and the fragrance attracts the hibiscus to attract fishing. "Silk." 2. Yu Xuanji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of summer fishing in "Hearing Li Duangong Fishing and Sending Gifts": "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes his clothes, where will Mr. Ruan go to get a boat to return. He feels inferior to the mandarin duck couple. I still have to go fishing close to the rock." 3. Du Fu's "River Village": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. Swallows come and go in front of the hall, gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the child knocks Needles are used as fishing hooks. Medicine is all that is needed for many diseases, and a small body is more important." 4. Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting Zhang Xiang" "The level of the lake in August is too clear, and the clouds are steaming, and the waves are shaking. Yueyang City. If you want to help the boatless people, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, you will only envy the fish." 5. Ji Xiaolan's "Fishing Quatrains": "One pole, one oar, one fisherman, one fisherman, one hook. One shot, one call. Another smile, one person monopolizes the autumn of the river." 6. Of course, Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" is the first to write winter fishing poems. "Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A lonely man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the cold river snow." " 7. Sikong Shu's "Instant Affairs in Jiangcun": "After returning from fishing, I did not tie up the boat, and the moon set in Jiangcun, making me sleep. Even if the wind blew away all night, I was only by the shallow water of the reed flowers." 8. Lu You's "Odd Questions in Leisure" A poem goes like this: "The flowers are singing under the flowers and the spring is full of wine, and the river is full of moonlight and the pole is thrown at night." 9. He painted a small fishing rock by the pond, and the pole was hung several times to reach the slanting light. ------> Lu You 10. With The romantic is to relax one's feelings, the universe is free to one's will, the rainbow is used as silk, the bright moon is used as hook, and the unloyal husband in the world is used as bait. ----- "Sea Angler" Li Bai 11. A boy with a disheveled head learns fishing, side view Sitting on the strawberry grass, passers-by asked and waved, fearing that the fish would be frightened and ignored. --------------- "Children's Fishing" by Hu Lingneng
8. Ancient poems about fishing
Fishing [Tang Dynasty] Li Qunyu held a seven-foot green pole and one foot of silk, and the wind blew in the wild cattail leaves
He raised his hand to throw the fragrant bait several times, and was startled. Fishing on the beach [Tang Dynasty] Cui Daorong fished in the river for no reason, and drank wine in the tiles and the mountains were green at dusk.
The drunken head fell into the reed flowers, but he laughed at the guest star for no reason. Fishing [Song Dynasty] Qiu Kui Fishing is nothing but fishing and silk.
To learn is like a child, it is also about doing and knowing. You must be persistent when choosing the good, and don’t deceive yourself in your sincerity.
Bo me and promise me again, and it will end. The ancestors were no different, and they dared to suffer losses.
But if you are afraid of the cold, be respectful and restrain yourself. Fishing [Song Dynasty] Yao Kuan has been making silk since he was a child.
The evening wind rises in Shatou, and the sunset blooms on the waves.
Children's Fishing Author: Hu Lingneng (Tang Dynasty) A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberries and moss.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored. [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" In front of Xisai Mountain, white birds fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. [Tang Dynasty] Chuanzi Monk> Thousands of feet of silk drooping straight down, only one wave moves and thousands of waves follow.
The water is still and cold at night, and the fish will not eat. The boat is full and empty and returns at full moonlight. [Tang Dynasty] Lu Mengzheng's "Study in the Earthen Room of Longmen Mountain" When entering the beach, the wind is strong and the waves are flying, and I hold the fishing rod next to the fishing rock.
It is natural to say goodbye to the fragrant bait with the hook head, but I am still waiting for the fish to come back. [Qing Dynasty] Ji Xiaolan > One pole, one oar, one lonely boat, one fisherman and one fishing hook.
With one clap, one shout, and one smile, one person owns the whole river and autumn. [Qing Dynasty] Wang Shizhen > One coir, one hat, one small boat, one foot of silk fiber and one rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. [Qing Dynasty] Shi Jing'an > Fishing in the east of Banqiao, the snow is heavy and the raincoat is cold.
The cold water of the river does not flow, and the fish chew the shadows of plum blossoms. [Tang Dynasty] Du Fu > The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook.
The only thing that is needed for many diseases is medicine. What else can you ask for if you have a small body? [Tang Dynasty] Gao Shi > There is an old man standing on the winding bank of a deep pool, watching the hook without moving his hand.
When people wanted to know his name, they asked him for a long time but he didn't say anything. [Tang Dynasty] Liu Zongyuan > Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. [Qing Dynasty] Zheng Banqiao's Fishing Song The old fisherman has a fishing rod, leaning against the cliff and near the bay, and his boat can go back and forth without any hindrance.
The sand gulls are rising in the light waves, the harbor is slumping, the heart is cold in the day, and the sun is setting in the evening. For a moment, the waves shook the golden shadow, and suddenly the moon rose up to the east mountain.