A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw fish, there is only a feeling of fish.
There are many fishes in the pond, and there are many children and grandchildren.
Today, Jiang Sao and Sha Tou and I are fishing.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's a waste of time to catch three fish.
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. Passers-by waved at a distance, scaring the fish not to be surprised
A gun, a hat, a boat; A foot of silk and an inch of hook. Sing a song and drink a bottle of wine; A person catches a river in autumn.
scenic poem
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, just like this Egret Island divides the river.
Qian Shan has a vast sea and a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a clear moon.
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 river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.
There is the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, and the moon runs along the river.
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a flat surface and low feet.
March mountain is good, Waxiang water flows.
spring
White clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and plums and rivers are in the wild in spring.
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze warms Tu Su.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Waiting to see the east wind, it will always be spring.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?