"Preface to Tengwang Pavilion" is written with beautiful guzheng strings.
Green songs sway with the wind, and clear water wears waves.
Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.
The lakes and mountains are full of fish and boats, dreaming of being a guest fairy in the south of the Yangtze River.
Fishing boats sing late (part two)
Lying in the middle of the river, summer flashed a touch of elegance.
The net sweeps the fish and lifts the fine waves, and the bamboo raft breaks the water and rolls the breeze.
Branches chase the new moon, and a little lonely light shines in the dusk.
Jing basket laughs, cormorants rest, fishermen get drunk.
Fishing boats sing late (3)
The sunset in the distant mountains is half river red, and Lu' an Luhuasuo.
Fame and fortune are unintentional, and twilight is intentional.
Raise a glass, Mo Wen Xiaoxiang Moon, invite Beidou.
Who sings late when the boat lights are swaying, and beats the old fisherman in the wind.
Fishing boats sing late (4)
Castle Peak reflects the Xia Guang at night, and the blue water scales wave with the fragrance of fish and grass.
A few light clouds faded with dusk, and a leisurely heron called a Long song.
The boat has a faint view of Qian Fan, and the winding waves are sailing leisurely in the Wan Li.
A box full of fishing love letters, endless and happy toasts.
Fishing boats sing the fifth night.
I live in Taohuayuan, and there are lotus roots and fresh water at four o'clock.
Catch fish with a silver net in the morning and sleep with the clouds and waves on the moon at night.
Six-foot poles open thousands of hectares of waves, and sails are full in all directions.
Green hills and cypresses are neighbors, a fishing song, seagulls and herons are dancing.
Fishing boats sing late, sixth
A canoe carries blue waves, and jade blooms in the blue sky at the summit.
Light and tender grass river language, astringent wind and summer sleep.
Turn the wine into an ancient rhyme, and there are new strings in the wind.
The sunset is drunk at dusk and the dream lake is far away.
Fishing boats sing late, no.7
Ruicai Xiangyun puts on dusk smoke, and the blue waves ripple in the sky.
Striking strings and melodies are bleak and melodious.
Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.
The night view of the lake reflects the mountains, and the beautiful songs are dancing and laughing.
Fishing boats sing late (8)
Xia Hong weaves chains to reflect waves, while Biliu rocks silk to make a fishing boat.
Singing late, my heart was boiling, and the strings trembled and rushed to my throat.
The cool breeze sends the rhyme of Yaotai, just like Tao Yin's silence in the East China Sea.
Although I was in a hurry, I hung the Milky Way and Zheng Ranyue hung the treetops.
Fishing boats sing late (9)
As the sun sets, the blue sky is reflected in the fish scales.
Sailing shadows have long gone with the wind, and fishing boats are full of pictures.
Clouds are quietly moored on the shore of the heart, drunk by the rainbow alone.
The cold water caressed Zheng's song into the night sky.
Fishing boats sing the last ten.
The sun sets, the Qingjiang River is full of clouds, and the golden lotus is embroidered with waves.
A flying boat was rocked by the waves and three herons were playing with their feathers.
Loud fishing songs cross thousands of waves, and the shadows on the shore pierce the eyes.
The intoxicating beauty surprises the moon, and the wonderful pen is difficult to hook into rhyme.
Fishing boats sing late, XI
When the moon sets, wild cranes return to their nests and hunt in the secluded forest.
Luting and Polygonum cuspidatum are fragrant, while Zhu Fu and Lu Feng are singing with the guests.
The misty sunset urges you away, and the trickle invites you home.
A cluster of elegant rhymes spread out the frost night, and the fishing fire sang for a long time.
"Fishing boats sing late" XII
The setting sun caresses the top of the column, and the setting sun draws water with its glow.
The shadow of the raft drags on the lantern night, and the sound of the long net blocks the river.
Fish songs are graceful, silver baskets are flashing, and waves are full of joy.
The fisherman in Jiaolong was drunk and sat on the beach in the distance watching the boat.
"Fishing boats sing late" XIII
The sunset shines home at night and my son is sailing on the river.
A fishing song, a smoky island, is full of blue waves.
The spring scenery in Yuguang Mountain is a few degrees, and the winter grass is frosted.
The heart of life is not old in the wind and rain, and eating grass on the moon is crazy.
"Fishing boats sing late" XIV
The setting sun covered the sky, and the shadows were not exhausted.
The water reflects the clear waves to calm down, and the wind blows the willow bank to dress up.
The long beach is full of sorrow, and the shallow waves sway the boat for a long time.
The stream turns into a sunny day, and the fishing songs ripple and hide in Pingyang.
"Fishing boats sing late" XV
The Qingjiang River languishes in the sunset, and the shadow of the gorge and the fishing boat are embedded in the mist.
The scenery is light and the flowers are Zui Xiang when the paddle is slowly shaken.
Thousands of blackbirds in the forest are in a hurry, and a little bit of rain is crazy.
Stroking Yao Zheng's idle fingers, flying like jade beside the strings.
"Fishing boats sing late" XVI
The mountains are frolicking and falling into the river, and the bottom of the water is cloudy and red.
Koi fish shook his head, set off a fine wave, and the osprey tried to move the breeze.
Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.
Before the basket was filled with laughter, the oil lamp still shone on the fisherman.
"Fishing boats sing late" XVII
Xia Hong dyed the river day by day, and colorful Ling Bo was at ease.
When the fishing boat shakes the jade mirror, several drainage herons play in the clouds.
The shadow of the sparse forest falls on the quiet mountain, and the autumn rhyme rings with the evening flute.
Don't sigh and lean on the crane, the sunset shines on the saddle.
Fishing boats sing late 18
At dusk, the clouds were thick enough to send a passenger ship, and a line of muddy tears spilled on the beach.
The canoe went north, returned to the frontier fortress, and the geese flew south, flying into the distant sky.
Don't leave your bitterness here, tell your joys and sorrows another day.
In the evening, the sails are scattered and the sunset is exhausted, looking back at the long moonlight in Dongshan.