Poetry describing fishing in the rain, written by Zhang Zhihe, I want two, thank you

Zhang Zhihe, author of Yugezi, Dynasty and Tang Dynasty

1. In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

2. The fishermen in Diaotai are wearing brown fur and sailing in two, two, three and three boats. Able to swim freely, accustomed to riding the current, I will never worry about the white waves of the Yangtze River.

Fisherman

In August and September, the reed flowers fly, and the old man from Nanxi returns to fishing. Autumn mountains enter the curtain with green drops, and the wild boat leans against the threshold and hugs the clouds. But I searched for the path with my fishing rod, and combed my crane's hair leisurely in the slanting light. It was suspected that Si Hao had been involved in many affairs, and he decided what was right and wrong when he became the crown prince.