(Wang Wan, "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain") 2. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. (Du Fu's Love Night) 3. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man.
(Li Bai's Early Development of Baidicheng) 4. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi's "Yangzhou First Meeting to Enjoy Lotte") 5. Return to the boat in the evening and wander in the depths of the lotus.
(Li Qingzhao's dream) 6. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry") 7. I want to cross the river very much, but I can't find a boat. I am lazier than you politicians. It's a shame.
Meng Haoran's Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang) 8. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. (Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk (I)" 9. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
(Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue) 10 I thought about the river, but I couldn't find a boat. I am more idle than you politicians. I am really ashamed. (Meng Haoran's Looking at Dongting Lake to Become Prime Minister) 1 1. Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
(Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun) 12 When my boat was sailing in a foggy berth, the day was getting dark and old memories began. (Meng Haoran's "A Night's Mooring on Jiande River") 13, Jun loves a leaf boat, and there are storms.
(Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River) The canoe has sailed through Chung Shan Man, and people on the blue waves are swimming in a world of pictures. Last night, the boat was raining, and the river was very stormy. How about at night, the water brought you a feeling of home and rowed your boat for 300 miles?
2. A famous poem about a boat (boat) Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
If you can't stay, you can get drunk and go to Lanzhou, see the green mountains and rivers, and pass by Xiaoying's crying place.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
The bow is finely ground, and the stern is fragrant.
The yellow hat reflects the mountain, the glass head is fat, and there is a smoke-curled sparrow tail furnace.
Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Two rivers surround a continent, so boats can't cross it.
Xing Jing returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the lotus.
Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Begonia as a boat, laurel as a cloud, like a tent like a moon, like a hook.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
They are all classic sentences!
For your reference!
Good luck!
3. The ancient poem about ships is 1, Yang Wanli's Boat Crossing Anren in the Song Dynasty.
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turned out that they didn't want to shelter from the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
2,' Boat Night Book to Read' Qing Cha.
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
There is no moon in the night, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow like fireflies in the boundless darkness. Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.
3, "The Yellow Sea Ship China People Ask for Sentences, See the Map of the Russo-Japanese War" Qiu Jin in Qing Dynasty.
Wan Li returns by the wind, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone. Endure to see the picture change color, and be willing to let Jiangshan pay the price for it.
Thousands of miles away, I walked back and forth like a cloud, crossing the East China Sea alone with rolling spring thunder. I can't bear to see the map of the motherland become the territory of other countries. How can the splendid Jiangshan be reduced to ashes by the invaders?
4,' Snacks in the Boat' Tang Du Fu
In the cold wind, there is hardly a bite of rice, sitting on the ground, sitting on the ground, the crow is old, sewed many times, and wears a brown hat on his head. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.
In the slight cold season, I barely ate a little, leaned against the promise and sat on the floor. Wuji was worn and sewed many times, wearing a brown hat on his head. Spring has come, the rising tide lifts all boats, and the rivers are vast, floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds in the sky; I am weak and my eyes are dim. Looking at the flowers and plants on the shore, it seems that there is a layer of mist.
5, "Reading Nine Poems in the Boat" Tang Bai Juyi.
Read your poem in front of the lamp, the lamp goes out, and the sky is not bright. My eyes hurt when I read the poem, but I still sat in the dark when I turned off the light, and the wind blew the waves and beat the boat.
Read your poem in front of the lamp. After reading it, the light will go out soon, and it is still not bright. When I read this poem, I saw my eyes hurt. I put out the light and sat in the dark, blowing the waves against the wind and flapping the boat.
4. Poems describing ships and ships clearly describe ships and ships:
Meng Haoran, a night berth on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Banquet Speech-Wang Zhihuan
Under the long dike, the spring water is long and slowly flows through the Zhanghe River. Don't listen to the voice urging you to go. You can't sail in a shallow place like Taoxi.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou-Meng Haoran
Listen to the cries of apes, listen to the river rushing in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
Listen to running water. -Wang Changling
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
Seeing off a friend at Jingmen Ferry-Li Bai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Secretly write about boats and boats:
Early Cold Pregnancy-Meng Haoran
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out and I returned to the sky. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Send Du Fourteen to Jiangnan-Meng Haoran
Jason Wu, as a hometown connected with water, it is slim for you to go to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.
Yellow Crane Tower —— Li Bai bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
5. Ancient poems about fishing boats on the river
fan zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Zaofa baidicheng
Lipper
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Lipper
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Xue Jiang
liu zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold snow.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
meng haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Song of Chang Gan
Cui Hao
Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .
Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..
My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang.
We were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! I have been a stranger since I was a child.
Zhu Xia is rainy and windy, and the lotus boat is getting thinner and thinner.
Then you can't treat each other and fight the trend alone.
Three rivers are urgent, and five lakes are surging.
The origin of flowers is light, but the lotus boat in Mo Wei is heavy.
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
Wangwan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
6. The spring tide is late and the rain is urgent, and no one crosses the boat in the wild-Wei Xixi's Chuzhou poem.
A boat, a bamboo coat and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue —— Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard someone singing on the shore-Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
Li Bai's "Difficult to Go to the Sky" sometimes braves the wind and waves to straighten my muddy sail and build a bridge in the deep sea.
Du Fu's quatrains window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and Wan Li is moored at the door.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Night berth near Zhangjifeng Bridge
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly. Sikongshu
Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way. Tang Wenru's Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County
The following does not include the names of writers and poems ~
Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty.
There must always be a boat crossing when sleeping on the bridge, and running water should not compete with stubborn rocks.
I came to Jiang Yu's accommodation boat at night, and I couldn't bear to sleep.
In the moonlight, the curtains on the boat roll, and the fragrant dew is heavier than the flowers and trees on the shore.