1. Poems describing fishermen on the river
1. Snow on the river
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of mountains are covered with birds flying, Thousands of traces of people were wiped out.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Translation: On all the mountains, the birds have disappeared, and on all the roads there are no traces of people. On a lone boat on the river, an old man wearing a hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
2. Fishermen on the river
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass.
You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.
Translation: Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like the delicious seabass. Look at that small fishing boat, disappearing and appearing in the roaring waves.
3. Shouyang Song·Twilight Snow in the River Sky
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
The sky is approaching dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
When I come to the painting place on the river at night, the fisherman returns home in one step.
Translation: It was getting late, and suddenly it started to snow heavily. The flying snowflakes were like plum blossoms in full bloom and like flying catkins. The evening scene on the river is as beautiful as a painting. On the river, a fisherman wearing a coir raincoat is rowing a boat back.
4. Shouyang Song·Sail Return from Yuanpu
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Under the setting sun, drinking and leisurely, two or three voyages have not landed.
The fallen flowers and fragrant water are in the thatched cottage at night, and the fish sellers are scattered at the broken bridge.
Translation: As the sun sets, the restaurant seems quiet and relaxing, with only a few boats not docking yet. Falling flowers were falling on the water, as if even the water had become fragrant, and the hut had entered the night. The fish sellers on the broken bridge have also dispersed.
5. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Qiujiang River
Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen
One coir, one hat, one flat boat, one foot of silk fiber and one inch of hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.
Translation: Wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, sitting on a small boat, with a one-foot-long fishing line and an inch-long fishhook; singing a fishing song loudly and drinking a bottle of wine, one People are fishing alone on the river in autumn. 2. Poems about fishermen
Butterfly Loves Flowers
The boat is small in the misty waves thousands of miles away, quietly resting on the solitary canopy, with the sound of Xi Shi lingering around. I have little fame and fortune, and I am leisurely climbing on polygonum, spikes and wormwood.
Counting the sand gulls on the road, the willow bank and Luwan, and my wife laughing together. A peaceful sleep with no glory, no shame and no worries.
Partridge Sky
The clouds and water in Xianxiang are sufficient for life, and it is home to paddle oars and cross boats. Green turtles are cooked with fresh scales cut open alive, purple crabs are steamed with red shrimps.
Green asparagus, water lily sprouts, and water chestnut chicken heads are even more impressive. The delicate lotus root, old lotus root and tender leaves of celery, the arrowhead mushroom and the white bird's flower.
Heavenly Fairy
A small boat goes wherever you live, and there is no fear in the vast mist. Cast a net with a hanging hook to catch fresh scales, not greasy but more flavorful, like a reunion of old wives and young children.
There are plenty of fish in Chang'an City, so you can get drunk in exchange for the fragrant mash. I should be lying in my coir raincoat on the Qiu River, snoring and sleeping without any worries and no love for the glory and nobility of the world.
Xijiang Moon
The red polygonum flowers reflect the moon, and the yellow reed leaves sway in the wind. The blue sky is clear and the river sky is far away, stirring up a pool of stars.
The big fish enter the net in a team, and the small mandarin fish that swallow the hook form a cluster. The cooking smell is strong, and I am proud of it.
Jiang Xue, 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.
Fisherman on the River, Fan Zhongyan, Northern Song Dynasty
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass.
You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.
Release the Fish by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty
If you look for something early, it will be like a dragon. Don’t wander around in the rivers and lakes.
It should be noted that under the scented bait, the contact point is a hook. 3. Poems about the fisherman
"The Fisherman"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Zhong
I walked deep into the reed flowers,
The scenery of the stream and the mountains became clear in the evening.
The fishermen opened their accounts to greet me,
The children tried to catch a glimpse of the barking dogs.
Four Poems by the Fisherman
Su Shi
When the Fisherman drinks, whoever goes to the house will pay for the fish and crabs at once. The wine will not last long, and neither party cares about the amount of money. .
The fisherman is drunk, dancing in his coir raincoat, but in his drunkenness he is looking for his way back. The short boat is leaning sideways, and when he wakes up, he does not know where he is.
The fisherman wakes up, at noon on the river in spring, in his dream The fallen flowers are flying. I am still drunk and still awake, a smile on the world today and in the past.
The fisherman laughs, the light gull lifts, the desert river is windy and rainy. I am an official riding a horse by the river, lend me a lonely boat to the south Crossing.
Fisherman (two poems)
Li Yu
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The waves are full of snow, and the peach and plum trees are silent. Spring. A pot of wine and a pole. How many people are there in the world.
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A spring breeze, a boat with leaves, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are everywhere Zhu Dunru, the cup is full of wine, and you are free in the vast expanse of waves.
Good things come close to the fisherman's poem
Zhu Dunru
Shaking his head out of the world of mortals, there is no time to wake up from drunkenness. Working in a green coir and a green hat, I am used to being covered with frost and snow. The wind comes in the evening and the fishing line is free. Above and below is the new moon. The water and sky are the same color for thousands of miles, and I can see the solitary red light disappearing.
Reply to Brother Zhihe Fisherman's Song< /p>
Zhang Songling
Enjoying the storm and fishing,
The pine path in the thatched cottage has been climbed.
Taihu Lake water, Dongting Mountain,
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Strong winds and waves must be returned.
The Fisherman
Nalan Xingde
When the pole is collected, it shines red when it falls, and the autumn wind turns into a thread. Hibiscus. The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
Lu You
A pole with wind and moon, a coir raincoat, home in Diaotai I live in the west and sell fish. I am afraid of getting close to the city gate, but I am willing to go to the depths of the mortal world?
The tide is flowing, the tide is flat and the rope is tied, and the tide is falling and the song is returning. At that time, people mistakenly compared the light to the light, and I am the unknown fisherman.
The fisherman
< p> Liu ZongyuanA fisherman sleeps beside a rock in the west at night, and at dawn he draws clear water and burns Chu bamboo.
When the smoke disappears and the sun rises, no one is seen, but the sound of the mountains and rivers is green.
< p> Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. 4. Poems describing fishermen on the river1. River Snow Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan Birds flew away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Translation: On all the mountains, the birds have disappeared, and on all the roads there are no traces of people.
On a lone boat on the river, an old man wearing a hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow. 2. The fisherman on the river in the Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan was a man who came and went on the river, but he loved the beauty of sea bass.
You see a boat floating in and out of the storm. Translation: Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like the delicious seabass.
Look at that small fishing boat, disappearing and appearing in the roaring waves. 3. Shouyang Song·Twilight Snow on the River Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan It is almost dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
When I come to the painting place on the river in the evening, the fisherman returns home in one step. Translation: It was getting late, and suddenly it started to snow heavily. The flying snowflakes were like plum blossoms in full bloom and like flying catkins.
The evening scene on the river is as beautiful as a painting. On the river, a fisherman wearing a coir raincoat is rowing a boat back. 4. Shouyang Song·Yuanpu Sail Returns to the Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan was drinking leisurely under the sunset, and he never landed after two or three voyages.
The fallen flowers and fragrant water are in the thatched cottage at night, and the fish sellers are scattered at the end of the broken bridge. Translation: As the sun sets, the restaurant seems quiet and relaxing, with only a few boats not docking yet.
Falling flowers fell on the water, as if even the water became fragrant, and the hut entered the night. The fish sellers on the broken bridge have also dispersed.
5. A picture of fishing alone on the Qiujiang River in the Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen has a coir, a hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and an inch of hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river.
Translation: Wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, sitting on a small boat, with a one-foot-long fishing line and an inch-long fishhook; singing a fishing song loudly and drinking a bottle of wine, one People are fishing alone on the river in autumn. 5. Poems about fishermen
"The second time Zou Xixian bought fish, he could not buy three poems, which was translated into six poems and answers to fisherman's questions and answers"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yao Mian
There is no gold to fill the hut, but the boat on the lake can only support it.
Even if there is no Jiefu who makes fish soup and rice, he still learns from Dongpo's method of making vegetable soup.
"The Four Wonders of the Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Fu
The vast expanse of waves is fertile land, and a bunch of things lie in the blue sky.
The hair on the temples is as long as silver. It is drunk. I don’t know what year it was when I was born.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The fishermen at the head of the river live in a hut, and Qingshan is not as good as a painting.
There is light mist in the river and sparse rain, and the old man is fishing through the waves.
I hate that he was born without reading, and his country is so meaningless.
I am also ashamed of my writing power, and I sigh three times at the country.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Zongyuan
The Fisherman stayed near the western rock at night, and at dawn he drew clear water and burned the bamboos.
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.
"Gift to the Fisherman"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Luo Yin
The leaf boat is melodious and the crane's hair hangs down, and his life is empty.
Right and wrong do not rise before the eyes, and the cold and heat are allowed to move up the waves.
The long song of the wind is caged in the moon, and the dream and spring rain are sleeping during the day.
Who knows the meaning of Xiaoyao? He should know it from Qingshan and Lushui.
"Gift to the Fisherman"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei Zhuang
Wearing straw clothes, lotus hats, and temples as frosty as frost, he said that his family compiled Chu Shuiyang.
The autumn wind blows tangerine oranges all over the bank, and the misty rain around the bei is planting wildflowers.
The red scales of the reed knife are greasy at night, and the fragrance of purple taro is steamed in the steamer.
I once visited Fan Li in the Wuhu period, and you have forgotten each other for a long time.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Guo
The three-foot short canopy sends waves of smoke, and the short brown rest years pass by.
The rivers and seas don’t know anything about military affairs, but they drink and sing fishermen’s songs.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Xinghai
I have been through all kinds of rivers and lakes, but my life is just a boat.
Drunk and playing the flute on the empty sand, the fish forget each other and the water flows by itself.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shu Yuexiang
The grown man holds up the net and the brocade scales are red, while the young man shakes it lightly.
In the light rain, the sun is half visible, and the captain of the boat is drunk in a pot.
"Ode to the Fisherman in the Lake"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Shu Monk
There is no fish in the basket to pay for the wine, and there is a fishing boat outside the restaurant.
I wanted to take off my coir raincoat several times, but I was afraid it would be a rainy day tomorrow.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhu Jifang
Where is the fisherman's home? He is accustomed to staying among the reed flowers and never returns.
Last night it was snowing in Jiangcun, and a hundred dollars bought a coir raincoat.
"The Fisherman"
Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Zhou Quan
Turning around and closing the awning until the west, the short canopy and the leaning pavilion are broken and the sand is low.
Returning late from selling fish and buying wine, the wind blows and the reeds, flowers and snow fill the stream. 6. What are the poems that describe "fisherman"?
1. You see a boat floating in and out of the storm. ——Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty, "The Fishermen on the River"
Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the strong wind and waves.
2. The white-headed waves are on the white-headed weg, and the wind is moving from house to boat. ——"The Fisherman on the Huaihe River" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty
The boundless Huaihe River is rolling with white waves, and the white-haired fisherman makes his home in the boat. The breeze blows by the water, and fishing boats drift everywhere.
3. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. ——Ming Dynasty Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy·Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East"
The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been accustomed to the changes in the four seasons.
4. When hearing about the war, several families in Yewei were attacked, and fishermen and woodcutters started in several places in Yige. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Night in the Pavilion"
When news of the war came, the cries of thousands of households echoed throughout the countryside; fishermen and woodcutters sang folk songs in several places.
5. Sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys during the Ming Dynasty, and fishermen and woodcutters ride in the water at dusk. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Journey to Peach Blossoms"
In the early morning, every family cleans the flower paths in the streets; in the evening, by the stream, the fishermen and woodcutters return to the village by boat.
6. In the dark moon, you can see fishing lanterns and a single firefly. ——Zha Shenxing, Qing Dynasty, "What I Saw on a Boat Night"
There was no moon in the dark night, only the lights on the fishing boats. The lonely lights glowed like fireflies in the vast night. Bright.
7. Passenger sails are hung high in the clouds, and wine flags are low outside the smoke. How many of the six dynasties were prosperous and ruined, and all wasted on the gossip of fishermen and woodcutter. Looking sadly at the upper floor, the cold sun sets silently in the west. ——Zhang Wei, Song Dynasty, "Li Tingyan·The picturesque rivers and mountains"
The sails on the passenger boats at the end of the river seemed to be hanging high in the clouds, and on the smoke-shrouded shore, there were wine flags hanging low. The past events of the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties have now become topics of conversation among fishermen and woodcutters. Looking out alone from a tall building, I feel desolate, and the cold sun sets silently to the west.
8. Returning from collecting herbs, looking for new brews in Maodiangu alone. Thousands of mountains of dusk smoke. You can hear fishermen singing everywhere. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Dian Jiang Lip·Returning from Gathering Medicines"
Returning from collecting medicines, I look for the village shop alone to buy newly brewed wine.
In the evening, mist and mist surround the mountain peaks as high as barriers, and the sound of fishing boats singing late is in my ears.
9. The long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I want to spend this life fishing and woodworking. ——Zhang Lei, Song Dynasty, "One of Three Summer Songs"
My hair, which has been gray for a long time, is now as white as frost and snow. I have always wanted to live my life as a woodcutter or a fisherman!
10. Half a lifetime has been wasted in Dongli, and there is a pavilion in the bamboo, and the little sky is whirling. There is a pond with a fishing whistle when you wake up and a fisherman's song when you are drunk. Yan Ziling should laugh at me, Meng Guangtai should be imitated by me. How about laughing at me? Conquer the big rivers and lakes and avoid the storm. ——Yuan·Ma Zhiyuan's "Toad Palace Song·Sighing the World"
I have wasted half of my life. In the secluded bamboo path, there is a small pavilion hidden in it. I walked to the end of the bamboo path. , is a small courtyard. There was a pond there. When I woke up, I played the fishing flute softly, and when I was drunk, I sang fishing songs loudly. Yan Ziling will definitely laugh at me, Meng Guangtai I want to imitate him. Why are you laughing at me? The huge rivers, lakes and seas also have their own ways to avoid storms. 7. Poems describing the Yangtze River
1. "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
The author was Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When the great river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages .
To the west of the fortress, the humane way is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.
Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, my passion should laugh at me, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
Vernacular Translation:
The water of the river is rolling and flowing eastward, sweeping away all the romantic figures of the ages. Heroes of the ages. To the west of the old fortress, people say it is the red cliff where Zhou Yu defeated Cao's army in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls towered into the sky, thunderous waves crashed against the river bank, and the waves stirred up like thousands of piles of white snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are as beautiful as pictures, and many heroes have emerged in one time. I recall that Zhou Yu was very proud of his youth, and Xiao Qiao, the most beautiful woman, had just married him, and he was full of heroism and heroic spirit.
With a hand-held feather fan and a silk scarf on his head, he was laughing and chatting calmly and casually, while 800,000 Cao Cao's troops were wiped out like ashes. Today, I am wandering around the battlefield of those years. It is ridiculous that I am sentimental and have prematurely gray hair. Life is like a dream, raise your wine glass to pay homage to this eternal bright moon.
2. "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling at the Yellow Crane Tower"
Author Li Bai Tang Dynasty
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Vernacular translation:
My old friend waved goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went on a long trip to Yangzhou in March when catkins were like smoke and flowers were blooming.
The shadow of the friend's lone boat gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky. Only a line of the Yangtze River was seen, rushing towards the distant sky.
3. "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
Author Li Bai Tang Dynasty
Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the lone sail comes from the sun.
Vernacular translation:
The Yangtze River is like a giant ax splitting open the majestic Tianmen Peak, and the green water flows eastward without turning around.
The beautiful scenery of the confrontation between the green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is indistinguishable, and you can see a solitary boat coming from the horizon.
4. "Farewell at Jingmen"
Author Li Bai Tang Dynasty
Crossing the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Vernacular translation:
Traveling far by boat, passing through Jingmen and arriving at the hometown of Chu.
The green mountains gradually disappear, and the plains stretch as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges into the vast wilderness.
The moon reflects on the river, like a flying mirror tomorrow; the clouds turn into blue, creating a mirage.
The water of my hometown is reluctant to leave, and has traveled thousands of miles to send me on my boat.
5. "In the Mountains"
Author Wang Bo Dynasty Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away.
The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying in the mountains.
Vernacular translation:
The Yangtze River rolls away eastward, and I can only stay outside for too long.
My hometown is thousands of miles away and I miss it all the time. What's more, the autumn wind is already blowing hard, and withered yellow autumn leaves are falling on the mountains.
8. Poems about the word "jiang"
The boat passed away, and the river and the sea left the rest of my life.
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
The sun rises over the sea and the night falls, and the spring of the river enters the old year
The great river goes eastward, and the waves sweep away all the famous people of the ages
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky
p>Holding the distant mountains, swallowing up the Yangtze River, the vast water stretches across the endless horizon
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the rivers, maples, and fishing fires are facing melancholy
The mountains follow the plains. , the river flows into the Great Wilderness
The Chujiang River is interrupted by Tianmen, and the clear water flows back to the east here
The willows are green and the green river is green, and the singing on the Langjiang River is heard
The sunrise river is red with flowers Victory over fire, spring comes and the river is as green as blue
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river
Late in the day, the river and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass
Wilderness The sky is low and the moon is close to Jiang Qingyue
A man in a boat with a coir hat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the river to the east
Ye Jingyun Everything is dark, but the fire on the river boat is only bright
The white emperor's farewell is among the colorful clouds, and the thousand-mile Jiangling is returned in one day
The cold rain continues on the river at night, and I see off the guest Chu Shangu in the bright day
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It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will meet you again when the flowers are falling
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like the spring water of a river flowing eastward 9. Poems about "Dongting" and "Moon" ..
Prime Minister Zhang Tang and Meng Haoran came to the Dongting Palace to see the level of the August Lake, which was mixed with the Qing Dynasty.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Notes: Notes: 1. Prime Minister Zhang: refers to Zhang Jiuling.
2. Hanxu: including the sky, referring to the sky reflected in the water. 3. Hun Taiqing: Become one with the sky.
4. Yunmengze: In ancient times, Yunze and Mengze referred to southern Hubei and a generation of low-lying areas in northern Hunan. 5. Ji: crossing.
6. Duanju: live in peace. Rhyme Translation: In August, the water in Dongting Lake is swollen and boundless, and the water and sky are blurred and blurred into space.
The water vapor in Yunmeng Erze is steaming white, and the rough waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I think it is difficult to cross the water without finding a boat or an oar, and it is really shameful to live idle in the age of the Ming Dynasty.
Sitting back and watching other people fishing hard in the river, I can only envy others for their success in catching fish. Comment: This is a "Qianlu" poem.
The so-called "Qianlu" means to present poems and essays to dignitaries in order to be recommended and hired. In the 21st year of Emperor Xuanzong's reign (733), Zhang Jiuling was the prime minister. The author traveled west to Chang'an and presented this poem in hopes of being accepted.
The first half of the poem generally describes the majestic Dongting and the grand scenery, which symbolizes the Qingming politics of the Kaiyuan Dynasty. The second half is filled with emotions, expressing the personal difficulties of having no way forward and living in boredom, and expressing the determination to make a living in the world.
The whole poem praises the other person, but not excessively; begs for employment but does not depreciate oneself, is neither arrogant nor humble, very decent. Dongting Lake Tang Caosong is connected to the east, west, north and south, with only a small peak left on the waves.
Chang and Yueyang turn over drums and horns, and never leave Yunmeng to turn fish and dragon. It sucked back the sun and moon over a thousand hectares, and spread out all the stars and rivers, leaving only one layer.
Until the rest of the calamity is still on land, it is time for Yu Ren to meet. Boating in the Dongting by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The dragon chamber is surrounded by green grass, and the dragons are piled on the white sand.
Pangu trees protect the river, and the crows dance in welcome. The south wind is strong when breaking the waves, and the sails are furled in fear of the setting sun.
There are tens of thousands of cloud mountains, with fairy trees at the bottom. Early onset in Dongting Tang Fangqian The long sky connects Guangze, and the two qi elements contain autumn.
There is no flat ground, why would you care about a straight hook? The lonely bell rings on the big bank, and the moon falls in the middle of the stream.
But I recall the time when I was boating. Wandering with the Moon in Dongting, Han Dynasty, Tang Dynasty The clear autumn moon is on Dongting Lake, and the moon is bright and the lake is wide and thousands of hectares of frost.
The jade bowl is deep in the pond and the bottom is white, and the gold cup is broken into pieces and the waves are shiny. The black magpies leave their nests in shock in the cold, and the dragons shoot out in the cold to hide in their caves.
I also recall that on this night in Yaotai, the Crystal Palace was drinking nectar. "Dongting" by Tang Kopeng The circumference is eight hundred miles away, and staring at it makes you tired.
The water culvert has a wide sky and shadow, and the mountain topography is high. Jia Ke's stay was not long, and the fisherman turned around several times.
Wherever the wind blows, there are waves again. Hidden in the Dongting Tang Laihu Lying high in the Dongting for thirty springs, fishing alone in the fragrance of lotus.
Don’t waste your days doing nothing, but only pity those who have nothing to do. Dengba Mausoleum Looking at Dongting in Autumn by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty In the early morning, Dengba Mausoleum can be viewed everywhere.
The bright lake reflects the skylight, and you can completely see the autumn colors. The autumn colors are so green, the sea is clear and fresh.
The mountains are green with no distant trees, the water is green without cold smoke. Come to sail out of the river, go to the bird to face the sun.
The wind is clear in Changshapu, and the mountains are filled with clouds and dreamy fields. Gaze at the light and cherish the decadent hair, read the water and mourn the years.
Beizhu is rippling, and the east stream is murmuring. The people of Ying sing about the white snow, and the Yue girls sing about picking lotus flowers.
Hearing this, my heart breaks even more, and I shed tears on the cliff. Staying in Dongting, Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty. The white water reaches the sky at dusk, and the torrential waves carry the sun.
The wind is high, the clouds are dreaming, the moon is full in Dongting Autumn.
Fisherman's fire is on the sand, and Jia Ke's boat is in the smoke.
Xiyuan and Nanpu are thousands of miles apart. Encountering Autumn in Dongting by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty The sorrow of dust comes to my face when I am old, and I have been separated from the mountains and rivers for a long time.
On the Xiaoyao Cheng Lake, you can see the autumn colors while washing your eyes. The cool waves make light waves, and the moon on the lake is far blue.
The feeling of being a distant guest has not diminished, how far can we look to the west? Crossing the Dongting Tangli Island, the vastness flows across the river, and thousands of pools merge into thousands of rivers.
Half the flood invaded Chuyi, and one branch belonged to Wutou. The moving axis is in the new season, and the sky is full of mid-autumn.
The momentum surged through Jingkou, and the sound embraced Yueyang floating. The distant veins nourish Hengyue, and the slight coolness disperses in Juzhou.
The stars are moving in succession, and the emerald green is gathering in every corner. Gradually the geese are falling apart, and the geese are spinning and taking advantage of the accompanying boat.
Ascension is unpredictable, so why worry about a stable road? The air is different from the dust, and the words are like searching outside. This body seems to be thick, come and rest the pole.
Dongting Fish by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Dongting fish can be picked up, and they will hang down if not. There are more ants before the rain than there are flies after autumn.
How can I think of my scales as a mat, or my belly as a lamp? The mighty Tianchi Road is soaring and turning into a peng.
Looking at Dongting Lake from the Yueyang Pavilion. Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty had a long garrison on the hills and flat lakes. Asking people about He Miaomiao, he is even more depressed at dusk.
The vitality floats in the waves, and the sun disappears in the middle. There are returning guests in the lone boat, and they will arrive in Xiaoxiang sooner or later.
Dongting Autumn Moon Walk by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The Autumn Moon in Dongting rises in the center of the lake, and its waves are like molten gold. The solitary wheel slowly turns, the light is uncertain, and the wandering air is obscured by the cold mirror.
It is the time of white dew in the middle of autumn, when the lake is flat and the moon is in the sky. The dusk angle of the tower in Yueyang is absolutely stunning, and the ripples have already passed through Shandong.
The mountain city is green and silent at night, and the water and moon meander around the city in white. The boy is rowing the oar and singing about the bamboo branches, and the dealer is playing the Qiang flute.
When the power is high and the Yin force is strong for a long time at night, the golden energy is solemn and the stars are blooming. Floating clouds and wild horses return to the fourth generation, looking at the stars in the sky.
The sky rooster calls out to each other, the dawn glow rises, and the shadows hide their light to let the morning sun rise. The sunrise is noisy and people are busy, and the scenery is so clear at night that it is beyond human.
Looking at the Dongting by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Huai Dongting Tang Qiji recalled Baling years old, no one asked whether to stay or leave. In the middle of the night, the lake was full of moon, and I was alone in the monk tower.
The fisherman sings leisurely, but his soul is full of sorrow. Now that I want to go on a long journey, who can borrow the Mulan boat?
Dongting Lake Questions from the Tang and Song Dynasties The earth is exhausted and the sky is filled with water, toward Dongting Lake. On the first day of the year, there is a surge in the middle, and you can't distinguish between the east and the west.
Where is the dazzling crystal, Yingying’s heart is gone. The aura of Yan Hairuo and the wandering spirit of Geng Tianwu.
Emperor Zhang Lexuan arrived to conquer Miao and Xia Yu. The ministers of Chu mourned the fallen leaves, and the daughters of Yao wept at the sky.
The Jiujiang River flows wildly, and the mountains connect to the Five Mountains. The wind is calm and the fish are jumping, and the clouds and geese are calling each other.
This is the only place in the Yangtze River, where the generals and generals stand out. It is always said that the turbid atmosphere will be washed away, and the year of death will be pure entertainment.
To make success come back, it is useless to become a great man. Dongting Lake by Xu Tang of the Tang Dynasty The vast scenery of the empty river is desolate, and fishing boats are moored at the end of the day.
The waves of green grass are as high as the March crossing, and the green poplar flowers are blowing against the smoke of the stream. Don't be too sentimental to hurt your spring eyes. You are extremely sad and have no money to buy wine.
There are still fishermen living in families, not like villages by the sunset. Dongting Lake Tang Yuanzhen If you don't go to the sea in life, you will go to Dongting Lake.
Riding the waves to sink into the western sun, swallowing the sky to connect to the Shu River. Yu Xun is still here, and Xuan Le Zhen has passed by.
Only at the foot of Junshan Mountain, there are more violent winds than ever before. Passing through Dongting by Zhu Qingyu of the Tang Dynasty The sails were hung and a strong wind arose, and the past was blurred.
As if the waves have not subsided, the boat is also in doubt. Traveling geese cast themselves into an isolated island, stretching all four dimensions of the world.
If the future is smooth, who dares to live up to expectations? 10. Poems about the secluded path
Author of Qianxing: Zhu You The secluded path is too far to the side, and the creeping grass has no path.
This life is full of hardships, and I am afraid of being exposed when I go out. Returning to Mengshan late to live is like Shang Yanbu.
Take advantage of the wilting flowers in spring, and let the new year bloom slowly. If you send this message to a person with a sincere heart, your beautiful face may not be the reason.
Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author: Mr. Zhang Guan, Mr. Xiaoxi, who lives in Leshan, builds his house next to the stream, which is quite elegant. When you open the pavilion, you can see the water but not the mountains, but you can see the scenery in the picture.
Gao Zhai’s plain pen hangs in the breeze, as if he were sitting under the forest cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees and plain fields are facing each other.
Layers of pavilions suddenly come from the sky, and flying springs pour from the peaks. The clouds in the middle of the mountain are white and the peaks are white, and the valley is full of clouds and rocks.
There are few pedestrians on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers on the quiet path. I live leisurely in Xiaoxi and have lots of free time during the day. I sit here and can't let go of this picture.
I have regained my ability to eat in my life, and I have to work on the hoe and plow in the spring. The short straw raincoat is plowing in the morning and the clouds are rising above the sky; the long straw raincoat falls down beside the book at night.
Sometimes the gulls come back to see the gulls, and the whales suck the fermented grains of spring. When climbing a mountain, you might as well put on your clogs and bring wine with you to the commune.
Every time I come to the pond to learn about the birds, I still know how to treat the guests. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long novel, but I am too old to write.
Covering bamboos to find secluded paths, carrying pots and taking advantage of small boats.
Miscellaneous flowers are scattered on both sides of the bank, and clumps of trees cover the two hills. The rising sun and golden waves are chaotic, the breeze is clear and the mist is clearing.
Coming here increases generosity, and laughter spreads all over the place. The wild old men passed each other leisurely, and the fishermen congratulated themselves.
The beautiful flowers are falling, the flowers are fragrant in the evening, and there are long sentences about happiness and joy. I forget my chance and watch the gulls. At that time, I met a celery picker to talk about the autumn in my hometown.
The green shadow invades the chess game, and the clear light shines in the wine pot. The drunkenness is deep and lingering, and the righteousness heals the preparation.
The old Confucian scholar and official are cold, but the disciples who are promoted are excellent. Time bullies short hair, frost falls and fur is secretly conquered.
The painted kites are about to leave, and the Liju horses are still singing. The willow tree lingers on the horse's head, and the sail comes out of the river.
Don’t think about following the waves of smoke, hanging on the tower. The mountains are dim and the clouds are gone, and the birds are in love with each other at dusk in the forest.
Tonight, the moon is shining brightly and illuminating the sky. Mid-Autumn Festival West Lake Society's collection is divided into rhymes with one hundred rhymes. Author: Yu Chunxi Baiyue Qinglian Society, literary stars gather in Kui from far away.
Chang Geng autumn reflects the osmanthus, and Taiyi blooms with quinoa at night. The color of the mountains is three sets of purple, and the peak shape is nine low.
A Taurus must meet a girl, and the deer will not be confused. The Ming sage relies on the talented man, and the clear light appreciates Yi's wife.
Zhanying passed down Taishi, and asked Wang Ni about it. The tiger view is high and auspicious, and the bright hall is covered with cloth.
Min and Wu Tong sent elephants, while Han and Wei forgot their hooves. Turn back the crotch to lift the cow's ear, and lift the musk deer's navel with Liu Fang.
The horse is praised in the altar, and the chicken is called out in the clouds. Scholars wear silver tubes, and friends wear hairpins with jade hairpins.
The green robe looks beautiful, and the beads and shoes are also tidy. Everyone who boarded the immortal boat climbed up the moon ladder.
When the banquet is full of rainbows, the writing becomes fascinating. Dole's poems are connected with Ying, but they are lazy and resemble Ji.
The empty mountain knows the world, and the secluded path cannot be broken. The people's words are astonishing, but the fairy has not yet transformed into a corpse.
Sparse madness hates the whites of the eyes, and Shen Yan hates the shape of the eyes. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poem bag is taken off Xiaoxi.
The book will be burned with stone and inkstone, and the medicine will be burned with knife and inkstone. The moon palace recruits people, and Yao Tian suddenly dreams of plowing.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing is sleeping and uncovering the golden shield. Let the bird fly, and cut off the sun across the sky.
The sky is open and the sky is vast, and the water is crowding out the water. The first meeting was joyful, but the reunion turned miserable.
The art forest chats and competes for deer, the imperial road is afraid of Geli. The jade of Teda Luo is surrounded by dust.
If you are willing to come, you will not be in trouble. The fighting throws away the tillers, and the clouds fly away.
The situation is sarcastic and we wish to deepen our friendship. Then I attached myself to Chai Feng Ji, and I was ashamed to be the Chi Ze Salamander.
Leaving the strict household with ease, singing and boiling. The competition for inviting guests on a boat was transformed into a car carrying a mouse.
Furong is mixed with Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is mixed with red catkins. In the east, the eyebrows are colorful, and in the west, the teeth are beautiful.
The mantle pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the osmanthus boat is hidden in the fragrance. The jade pots are made of red bean curds, and the carvings are made of green deer meat.
Pull silk and lotus root juice to make delicious orange juice. There is more than enough grain in the cup, and the dagger of Chang Zhai enters the bamboo basket.
The auspicious wind blows, and the good things come and go. Shang Zhu burned the bamboo basket and handed it over, while Xi Ci broke the arrow and smashed it.
The banquets are still cut off, and the banquets are blown several times. The three great disasters of the Buddha are gone, and the king is blessed with five blessings.
There is no sky for Fei Yujue, and there is room to store space. The smoke from the tea stove remains in the pond, and the fire in the kitchen shines brightly.
The wild rice is fragrant and green, and the celery is cold to the green mud. Enjoy the Yipu delicacies, and hope to pass on the art of Zhi.
The wind pierced Qiyu and the waves shattered the glass. The water plants are scattered and the clouds are green, and the reeds are cold and the rain is blowing.
The golden pond is covered with flying shades, and the embroidered roads are covered with purple flowers. Drunkards are shouting for pheasants, and fishermen are cleverly setting up their traps.
I can hear the white horse in the distant river, and the yellow lily can be seen across the leaves. The fishing market is crowded with people, and the villagers miss Bo River.
The bridge and carriages welcome the moss and the piers are filled with flowers. The knight-errant praises Yin Le, and the graceful lady collects Xiang Grate.
When the lotus dries up, I feel sad about being covered, and Yang Lao sighs that he is born. The orchid paddle leans against the golden sand, and the flower gate carries green sleeves.
Laughing at Chen Qingyu’s case, we all took pictures of the white copper tantan. The colorful candles melt into the pearls and phoenixes, and the red flowers embrace the rhinoceros.
Children peek at wild bamboos and play with pears in the garden. When it comes to more adjustments, the team is divided into teams, and the reins are half leaning on the horse.
The master still follows the rules and slanders each other when he is young and arrogant. Langge Mingzhudai, deep rocks answer drums.
You Tan stopped singing the Buddha's song, and the smoke trees suddenly cried. Turning around the clear and empty mansion, the light contains peaches and plums.
The brilliant light conceals the toad and the rabbit, and the bright light conceals the rabbit. The heavy dew sinks into Danguo, and the rope moves to embrace the red silk.
I slept in my dreams at midnight, and fell into a coma at midnight. The algae are blooming, and the front is cold and the pelicans are naked.
The mysterious pearl is thrown into the red water, and every trace of it surges up and is lifted up. Jipu is covered with frost, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.
Cranes are released in the solitary mountain, and the deer park is frightened. The elms are white and golden at dawn, and the maples are blue and green {Yu Yi}.
The night light is still in knots, and the flowing fire is resurrected. The slanting Han leans towards the secluded Nagisa, and the cool clouds lock the green boudoir.
Yun came to the stage as a concubine, and E'e shadowed herself in the water. One after another, they take advantage of Luan tricks and sell Sui Ni in their spare time.
The people in Jinxin are cut apart, who can do it under the threat of the moon? The rhyme was borrowed from Wu Xian's score, and the singer composed the title.
Every family is beautiful on the east wall, remembering the Southern Qi Dynasty. The thoughts of cutting down trees are chattering, and the weaving of sweet potatoes is funny.
Yayi studied under Du Fu and was about to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing the hero is not the stream.
I like the new hair blade, but it is difficult to understand how to wear it. If you tie a good fish and throw it into the water, you will escape and become a gnat.
I prefer to pick calamus, and I like the eclectic taste. If you don't know the truth, you will come in with eyebrows raised, and you will live in a closed house with empty doubts.
The gods are in harmony with each other, but the leaves are still in the dark. The Qi and shoulders are different, and the poems are completed and the hands are criticizing each other.
If you dare to climb a dragon and flutter your wings, you will be ashamed to kill a horse and run wildly. When you are tired of wandering, you can sing about fatigue, and when you are tired, you can sing simply.
If you are a friend, you can avoid it, but God will help you. It's just haze disease, why is it so lucky?
Accumulating incense and receiving rice happily, attacking jade and collecting {stones}. There are gulls and herons in the water, and turtles and turtles in the mountains.
Returning to the forest, there are stone teeth, but the grass is luxuriant. Looking back, I compete for the upper hand with pity, and the flying god plans to ascend to the throne.
The alliance between Shaowei and Wei has been decided, and he is hiding in the west of the Great Lakes. Tongzou Shitong tells the story of the Dukes' visit to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan lives in the spare time of writing and writing, and the scenery of the suburbs is harmonious.
Yuan and the other gentlemen wandered out of Chongyong. The rugged and clear stream is blocked, and the winding and secluded path leads to it.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. The wild scenery of the forest was a bit poor, so the Yuren Palace was built.
The sound of the luan and the sheng will never be heard, and the racing wheels will never come again. The foundation of the text is peeled off from the ruined site, and the curtains are shed from the corridor.
Because of the sorrow of the past, the people looked forward to hope. ¤ Zhongzhao made an appointment to visit Tiantai Yandang next year. He first presented his Xiaoyao clothes to Mr. Zhang. Author: Wang Shucheng. Fan Sheng made an appointment to go to Cuiwei, where he went to Tiantai Yandang.
The crane feathers in the mountains fell into the fairy cloak, and the autumn wind gave me a free and easy coat. Clothes are used for leisurely travels, and songs are used to reward misty sentences.
The river sails sailed east and west yesterday, and the cave was dimly covered in smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of Mingbo, and the green hills burst out into a fairy house.
The secluded paths are confusing, and the cliffs are as dangerous as jade. In seven days, chaos begins, and a thousand years separate the world.
A deep orifice hanging gracefully.