Li Bai's "Gift to Assistant Minister Cui" "The three-foot carp of the Yellow River, originally living in Mengjin, can't be counted as a dragon, but comes back with all the fish."
The fisherman's song by Zhang Zhihe in Tang Dynasty.
Perch written by Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty "There are squids in orange and ginger, and four-gill perch is blown by the west wind. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang."
Hankou Zhuzhi Ci written by Xu Youting in Qing Dynasty "You don't need to be particular about food, but people's food is good in winter and month. Rice wine dumplings are good for midnight snack, and bream is delicious. Weakness lingers around. It grows at the bottom of spring waves, and the heart is not relaxed.
Zheng Cheng-Tang Lianqu
The golden crabapple boat, with pomegranate skirt, Cai He in the Green Lake, and the Qingjiang River.
Fish and birds compete for each other, and the flowers and leaves are in phase. Drinking horses in the Great Wall Cave:
"Guests come from afar, leaving me with two pairs of carp, calling for cooking carp, and there is a book in it" ... The Book of Songs? Daya? Lingtai
The poem says, "Wang is in Lingtai, and he jumps over the fish." "Zuo Zhuan":
"In spring, the public will watch it like a fish watcher ... Chen Yu." Hanshu? Geography:
"Bashu and Guanghan, and Qin thought it was a county, with fertile land, fertile rivers and wild mountains and trees, which spared the fruits. People ate rice and fish, and they were worried for years when they died."; And "Chu has the mercy of the mountains and rivers in Jianghan ... people eat fish and rice, fishing and hunting for mountains and cutting, and fruits and melons are all over the clams, so they often have plenty of food." Eight Records of Yongzhou (Xiaoshi Pond Ji) [Tang] Liu Zongyuan:
"There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and all of them are swimming in the air, and the sun is clear, and the shadows are on the rocks, and they are motionless. He dipped up pure water and made a bamboo fire and then, at sunrise, he went his way through the cloven mist, with only the creak of his paddle left, in the greenness of mountain and river I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one. "an autumn evening in the mountains" [Tang] Wang Wei:
"after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening, the moon shines in the pine room, the clear spring stone flows upward, the bamboo is noisy and belongs to the Huan girl, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. You can rest in the spring at will, and your grandson can stay." "Reward Zhang Shaofu" [Tang] Wang Wei: < What can be better than coming home? a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon you ask me about good and evil fortune?, hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!. "Fisherman's Song" [Tang] Zhang Zhihe:
"Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing, and the mandarin fish is fat. Green bamboo shoots and green clothes don't need to return." "Fisherman's Song" [Tang] Zhang Zhihe: < p White waves on the Yangtze River never worry. "inscribed in the inn at tong gate on an autumn trip to the capital [Late Tang Dynasty] Xu Hun:
" red leaves are fluttering down the twilight, past this arbour where I take my wine, cloud-rifts are blowing toward Great Flower Mountain, and a shower is crossing the Middle Ridge, I can see trees colouring a distant wall, I can hear the river seeking the sea. The emperor's hometown will arrive tomorrow, and you will dream of fishing and firewood. ""Walking on the Sha "[Song] Qin Guan:
" The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. " There is no weight in this hatred. Chen Jiang was lucky enough to go around Chenshan, but for whom did he go to Xiaoxiang? "The Fisherman's Lu You:
" The mirror lake is pitching two clear skies, and the glass leaves a boat, dancing, sleeping, and not being a fairy or a daffodil. "The Fisherman's Lu You. The sail on the outside of Scattered Flower Island is small, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. I am surrounded by a green bamboo hat, and I follow the green bamboo hat everywhere, so I don't need to return to the slanting wind and drizzle. "it is hard to go [Tang] Li Bai:
" I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, suddenly take a boat to spend the day ""Jiangcun "[Tang] Du Fu:
" Qingjiang River " A young boy knocks a needle to make a hook. "Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan [Tang]:
"a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint, a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow." "Jiangcun is a matter" [Tang] Sikong Shu:
"When you come back from fishing, you don't tie a boat, and the moon is falling in Jiangcun. Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water of Huanghua." "Queqiaoxian" I am a nameless fisherman. "Daoqing [Qing] Zheng Banqiao:
" An old fisherman walks with a fishing rod, leaning against a cliff, near a water inlet, and in a boat. "
What is love in the world, and only teaches him to commit suicide? Flying in all directions, the old wings have been cold and hot for several times. Having fun and parting is bitter, there are even more stupid children in the middle. You should have a word, and there are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan. Who do you only want to go to? On Hengfen Road, the flute and drum were lonely in those days, and the smoke was still flat. What's the point of evoking souls? The wind and rain in Shan Gui are dark. The sky is also jealous, and I don't believe it. Yinger and Yaner are all loess. For generations, they are reserved for poets, singing wildly and drinking loudly, and visiting the wild goose mound.
I wonder how much you are worried, just like a river flowing eastward.
Tianya * * * At this time,
the sky is blue, the yellow leaves are on the ground, and the autumn colors are rippling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves.
Wine turns into lovesick tears.
Naturally, people grow up and hate that water grows in the east.
Flowers are not flowers, but fog is not fog.
At midnight, the morning leaves.
Fan Zhong, a fisherman on the river. Bury an urn for a small pond.
There is a negative salary diameter next to it, and a fishing nunnery is opened in the middle.
The sound of the valley should sound like a bell and drum, and the wave shadow should be loose.
Excuse me, I'm afraid it's the south of Lushan Mountain.
In the Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran
here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen People go to the south of the Yangtze River to get to know Yongjia forever.
There are many kinds of wheat in the half-ridge stone field, and the trees in the garden are still blooming all winter.
Fish can be caught when the sea and the sky are warm, and wine can be credited when the tide boat returns.
People who live by the water have no ten rooms, so they make a living by boat.