Li Bai's "To Assistant Minister Cui": Three-foot carp from the Yellow River. Not counting my forehead, I came back full of fish.
Zhang Tang Dynasty fishing songs: Egrets flying in front of the Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms flowing, mandarin fish fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Wang Anshi's fish in the Song Dynasty: the car on the bank sang water and the fish celebrated each other. No one enters the Cangjiang River. How can you know the world is wide when you are dead?
Perch in Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty: the orange and ginger are pounded to attract perch, and the west wind blows the four gills of perch. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
A Qing Xu Youting's "Hankou Zhi Zhu Ci": Never mind the food list, people eat well in winter and month. Rice wine dumplings are good for midnight snack, and mandarin fish are fat and delicious.
Li Qunyu-Tangxinhe: There are 89 leaves in Tian Tian, scattered at the beginning of the Green Pool. Tender and flat, the round shadow has covered the fish. Duckweed can't cover up, it's weak and sparse. The bottom of the spring wave increases, and my heart is uncomfortable.
Cheng Zheng-Tang Lianqu Jade Sand Pond, wearing pomegranate skirt. A mirage in Caihehai, Cuihu, and a sunset in Qingjiang.
Fish and birds contend, flowers and leaves are fragrant. I don't feel that it's dusk on Sunday, and Brother Ling is everywhere.
"Han Yuefu? Drinking horses in the Great Wall Cave: The guests from afar left me a pair of carp, as well as the carp cooked by Hu Er, which contained a ruler …
Fisherman [Tang] Liu Zongyuan: An old fisherman spent the night here. Under the cliff in the west, he dipped in pure water and made a bamboo fire. The sun disappears like a cloud, and there is a noise from the green mountains and green waters. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.
King Zhang (Tang) said, "Every year, we just want peace, and nothing bothers us. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
First, Li Bai's "Gift to Assistant Minister Cui": Three-foot carp from the Yellow River, originally living. Not counting my forehead, I came back full of fish.
Appreciation: This song takes the carp of the Yellow River as a metaphor, which implicitly expresses the depressed mood of talented people. The last two sentences are magnificent and embody the characteristics of Li Bai's poems.
Second, Zhang's "Fishing Songs" in the Tang Dynasty: Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
There are egrets flying in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the water is rushing, and mandarin fish are more beautiful. On a boat in the middle of the river, an old man was fishing in the river in a drizzle, wearing a blue bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. And he didn't want to leave for a long time, because the beautiful scenery here is so attractive.
3. "Fish" by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty: Cars sing around the shore, and fish enjoy each other. No one enters the Cangjiang River. How can you know the world is wide when you are dead?
Implicit philosophy: only pay attention to the present, only look at the present, can not jump out of the square in front of you, can not see the vast world outside.
Fourth, Fan Chengda's "Perch" in the Song Dynasty: There are fish in the orange and ginger, and the west wind blows on the four-gill perch. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
Appreciation: This is a poem praising the bass, especially the Songjiang four-cheeked bass.