Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the big wind and waves.
There is a white-haired old fisherman in the Bailang River. As soon as the river bank wind blows, the old fisherman's home will be settled wherever his boat goes. -Tang Zhenggu's "Fisherman on Huai River"
White waves are rolling in the Huaihe River, and white-haired fishermen take boats as their home. There is a gentle breeze by the water, and fishing boats are drifting around.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. -Yang Mingshen's "Linjiang Fairy, Rolling the Yangtze River and Crossing Water East"
White-haired fishermen on the river have long been used to the changes of the four seasons.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. -Tang Du Fu's Pavilion Night
When the news of the war came, thousands of families cried all over the fields; Fishermen and loggers sing folk songs in several places.
In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods. -Tang Wang Wei's "Taoyuan Star"
In the streets and lanes in the early morning, every family cleans the flower path; By the stream in the evening, Yuqiao returned to the village by boat.
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely. -Green tea Shen Xing's "What I saw in the boat night book"
In the dark night, there is no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow a bit like fireflies in the boundless darkness.
The sails on the Jiangwei passenger ship seem to be hanging high in the clouds, and the smoke-filled shore is full of alcohol. The rise and fall of the Six Dynasties has now become a topic of chat between fishermen and woodcutters. Looking from the high-rise building, the desolate and bleak sun sets silently to the west. -Zhang Song Wei "Leave, the area is picturesque"
At the end of the river, the sails of passenger ships seem to hang high in the clouds, and there are low-hanging wine flags on the smoky shore. The ups and downs of the Six Dynasties have now become a topic of conversation among fishermen and woodcutters. Looking at the tall building alone, I feel desolate, and the cold sun sinks silently.
When I came back from collecting herbs, I went to Maodian to sell new wine alone. Dusk is full of smoke. I heard fishermen singing everywhere. -Song Luyou's Return from Collecting Medicine
After receiving the medicine, I went to the shop in the village alone to buy the newly brewed wine. In the evening, the misty mountain peak is as high as a barrier, listening to the fishing boat sing late, and the sound is in your ears.
Long gray hair is like frost and snow now, and I always want to be a woodcutter or fisherman to spend my life! -Zhang Song Ray, "Three Songs of Summer, Part One"
My gray hair is now as white as frost and snow, and I have always wanted to be a woodcutter or fisherman all my life!
Dongli wasted half his life, bamboo pavilion, Xiaoyu flying. There is a pool, fishing flute when awake, fishing song after drunkenness. Meng, I want to learn from him. How about laughing at me? Pour into the rivers and lakes to avoid the wind and rain. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Yuequ Tan Shi"
I wasted half my life. There is a small pavilion in the quiet bamboo path. At the end of the bamboo path, there is a small yard. There is a pond there. When I woke up, I gently blew the fishing flute, and when I was drunk, I sang a fishing song. Will laugh at me, Meng. I want to learn from him. What are you laughing at? The vast rivers, lakes and seas also have their own ways to avoid storms.