1. Poems about fishing
There are so many, choose from them. Complete collection of fishing poems (reprinted) Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people are wiped out. .
A man in a boat with a raincoat and a hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen. A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and the apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.
The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children's Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is horizontal, and the water is empty and clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good company in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken geese alarm melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman sleeps near the western rock at night, and at dawn he absorbs the clear water and burns the bamboos of Chu. 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. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the cave is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the mountain can be seen in the mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.
The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace. No fish dares to face the emperor, long live the king only fishes for dragons.
Climbing Xian Mountain with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come again in this generation.
The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.
Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.
The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. But pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.
Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
Go to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.
Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.
Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.
Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate contains ten thousand dollars of treasure. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.
There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.
If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The color of grass is in the new rain, and the sound of pine trees is heard outside the window.
This is so quiet and quiet that it is enough to make your heart and ears happy. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.
Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.
The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peaches and green willows hanging over the eaves. The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.
The madman's wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to give coral to others.
The dawn in the spring window extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when there was no reason to play, I only wore incense and sat there in makeup.
The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who can pity the Yue girl whose face is like jade?
Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. The cicadas and orioles are playing on the Dinghong trees, and the bees and crickets are chirping in the flowers. The symphony in the world is the most beautiful fishing bell. I say goodbye to home, paint a bamboo to bid farewell to Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of Weixian County, throw away the black gauze and refuse to be an official, the paddle rustles and my sleeves are cold; write down a branch Thin bamboos are used as fishing rods on the river in the autumn wind.
Drunk Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface Yuanjie Mansou used the rice from the public fields to make wine. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then. In the midst of joy and drunkenness, he gathered fish from the shore of the lake to get wine, and carried it on the boat, drinking all over the place.
When I was doubtful, I leaned on Baqiu and drank my wine on Junshan Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat. Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, and the summer water is full of spring in Junshan.
The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands. The wind is blowing continuously and the waves are strong, so people cannot transport the boats.
I sit on Baqiu with a long ladle and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow. Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong.
A thousand weights of water. I am in a thousand layers of clouds and water.
The moonlight collects the fishing tube. The head is still young.
Not deaf. Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red.
Who is the same as one? The bridge is like a rainbow.
The water is empty. A leaf is floating in the mist.
The Heavenly Sect is called Fang Weng. Side canopies.
Make the river wind. Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market.
It’s time to hear the evening bell. Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu Lake overlooks the two blue skies.
A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass. Dance with a stick and sleep in a cocoon.
Don’t be a celestial being, be a narcissus. Chang'an doesn't have to pay homage to several ministers.
The fisherman was sleeping drunk and yet to wake up. The smoke boat is small and the fishing cart is light.
Pointing to Meishan in the distance, there is a little green. Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing for no reason is in the middle of an empty pond, and the fish cannot be handled by a big boat.
Worry will overwhelm you, but it will make you float and sink. Be gentle in everything and don’t go too deep. Lingyang Lawsuit has three gates and six thorns on the beach. Li Bai There are three gates and six thorns on the beach.
The stone is startled by the tiger crouching, and the water-like dragon is circling. Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling I enjoy the storm and fishing in leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage have already surpassed the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves rise and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe Diaotai Fisherman's fur is brown, and he writes in twos, twos, and threes. 2. Poems about fishing
1. The poem "The Fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets and egrets stand in the cold weather, and the grass wind gently cuts the waves. The smoke curtains, the sun is late, and the fragrance attracts the hibiscus to stir up the fishing line."
2. Yu Xuanji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of summer fishing in "I heard that Li Duangong was fishing and sent gifts back": "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, and Ruan Lang can't find a boat to return home. I am ashamed that I am not as good as a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to fish close together. "
3. Du Fu's "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. Swallows come and go in front of the hall, gulls in the water make love. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks. The only medicine is needed for many illnesses. , Micro body is more desirable."
4. Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and Presenting Zhang Hanxiang" "In August, the level of the lake is too empty and too clear. The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is only envy. Fish love."
5. Ji Xiaolan's "Fishing Quatrains": "One pole, one oar, one fisherman, one fisherman, one hook. With one clap, one call, and one smile, one person monopolizes the entire river."
6. Of course, Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" is the first to write winter fishing poems. "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 is fishing in the snow on the cold river."
7. Sikong Shu's "Instant Affairs in Jiangcun": "After returning from fishing without tying up the boat, Jiangcun is ready to sleep under the moonlight. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers."
8. Lu You's poem "Occasions in Leisure" says: "The flowers are singing under the flowers in the spring, and the wine is in the spring, and the river is full of moonlight and the pole is cast at night."
9. There is a small fishing rock beside the pond, and the hanging pole reaches the slanting light several times. ------>Lu You
10. He uses romance as his passion, the universe as his ambition, the rainbow as his thread, the bright moon as his hook, and the unloyal husband in the world as his bait.
-----"Sea Angler" Li Bai
11. A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish, sitting sideways on the berry moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
---------------"Children's Fishing" Hu Linneng 3. What are the poems about fishing
1. "Fishing Bay"
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Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay in spring, apricot blossoms bloom in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Translation:
Fishing in the green water bay in spring, spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in full bloom. The water in the pond is clear and shallow, and only when the lotus leaves are shaken do you realize that the fish have dispersed. Waiting for close friends until sunset, tie up the boat and dock at the green poplar bank.
2. "The Play on the Lake"
Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
The old man is sitting on the rock head on the lake, but the peach blossom water is flowing in the lake.
The bamboo pole curls up in endless waves, and I don’t know who will swallow my hook.
Translation:
An old man was sitting on the beach fishing. The peach blossoms floating on the water in the lake were slowly flowing away. However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with him. Facing the beautiful scenery in front of him, No matter if a fish takes the bait or not.
3. "Children's Fishing"
Tang Dynasty: Hu Linneng
A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
Translation:
A child with disheveled hair and green face was learning how to fish as an adult by the river. He was sitting sideways in the grass, with his figure hidden by the weeds. When a passerby asked for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, fearing to disturb the fish and not daring to respond to the passerby.
4. "The Fisherman on the Huaihe River"
Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu
The white-headed man is on the waves, and the wind is moving from boat to boat.
A new one-foot bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren are blowing fire among the flowers.
Translation:
The boundless Huaihe River is rolling with white waves, and the white-haired fisherman makes his boat his home. The breeze blows by the water, and fishing boats drift everywhere. The old fisherman had just caught a foot-long bass, and his children and grandchildren were busy blowing fire and eating among the flowers.
5. "Nanchi"
Tang Dynasty: Li Ying
The young man feeds the woman while twisting silk threads, overflowing with fragrant mash and catching the fish upside down.
At sunrise, two fishes are eating, and the family is laughing in Nanchi.
Translation:
The little boy is preparing fishing bait, the wife is rolling silk to make fishing lines, the husband is wrapped in a turban, and a pot full of turbid wine is next to him, emitting a strong aroma. The sun has risen two poles high. It is the time when the fish are looking for food, and the fish bite the hook one after another. The family happily continued fishing in Nanchi. 4. 8 lines of poetry describing fishing. There are lines about mountains and water in ancient poetry. (8 lines) Ancient poetry of spring (not
Poems describing fishing:
Occasionally holding a pole of bamboo , hanging fishing next to it. - "Occasionally Fishing on the Wei River" Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Tried fishing with a bamboo pole, and the result was a bream - "Xiantan Works" Era: Tang Author. : Meng Haoran
A man with a straw hat fishing alone in the cold mountain snow - "Jiang Xue" Era: Tang Author: Liu Zongyuan
Going up the Songjiang River, fishing alone with a straw hat. ——"Man Jiang Hong" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Zengbo
The wind blows in the reed leaves and the fishing line slants. ——"Twenty Poems of Deep Harmony" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
Add fragrant bait to the hook, and the fish will jump out of the boat - "The Proud Fisherman" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Jingduan
The hook line will be hung on the pantuo stone to catch the fish. Fresh and healthy. - "Proud of the Fisherman" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Jingduan
The warm wind has just begun to thaw, and the bait is fragrant and the fishing rod is good. - "Wang Jiangnan." /Recalling Jiangnan" Era: Song Author: Li Gang
Poems about mountains and water:
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered after autumn - "To Han Chuo of Yangzhou. "Judge" Year: Tang Author: Du Mu
A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring green to them - Wang Anshi in "Shu Hu Yin's Wall"
Looking from a distance. The mountains are colored, and the water is silent when you are close.
The three mountains are halfway out of the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Bailuzhou. ——"Deng Jinling Phoenix Terrace" Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is no way out. ——"Visiting Shanxi Village" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
Mountains are not difficult to climb, but shallow water is not enough. ——"He Tao." "Peach Blossom Spring" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Lingshan is full of beautiful scenery, and the empty water is full of water - "Hukou Wanglu Mountain Waterfall Spring" Era: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
Zhao. On the top of the Tailing Mountain, the mountain stands tall and the water falls into ripples - "Four Poems of Yanxing·Zhao Tailing" Era: Tang Author: Yuan Jie
The remaining water and the mountain are for me to look at in despair. ——"Huanxisha" Era: Modern Author: Shen Zufen
At this time, the mountains and rivers are far away, where can we go to the west? ——"Youth Travel" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao.
Ancient poems about spring:
When I sleep in spring, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night makes me realize how many flowers have fallen. ——"Spring Dawn" Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran
p>Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——"Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Before the rain, there are stamens among the flowers, but after the rain, there are no leaves and flowers at the bottom.
Bees and butterflies are crossing the wall one after another, but they suspect that spring is in the neighboring house. ——"Chunqing" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Jia
The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other.
The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky. ——"Late Spring" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Han Yu
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk threads hanging down.
I don’t know who to cut out carefully, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ——"Ode to the Willow" by Tang He Zhizhang
Spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng chops and chops, and picks Qi Qi. ——"The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Chucha"
It is in the middle of spring, and the sun is rising——"Historical Records? The Chronicles of the First Emperor of Qin"
In the spring of spring, everything is shining ——The ancient Yuefu poem of the Han Dynasty "Long Song Xing"
The wind is fragrant in the daytime of Yangchun——The ancient Yuefu poem of the Jin Dynasty "Three Jin Baiqi Dance Poems"
Yangchun February and March , grass and water are the same color - the ancient Yuefu poem "Yu Zhu" of Jin Dynasty
The spring evening is green and the fields are beautiful, the rocks are high in Baiyuntun - Xie Lingyun of the Southern Dynasties, "Enter Pengli Lake Mouth"
Pond life Spring grass, garden willows turn into songbirds - Xie Lingyun of the Southern Dynasties, "Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Tower"
Noisy birds cover the spring continent, and the fields are full of miscellaneous heroes - Liang Xie Tiao, the Southern Dynasty, "Climbing Three Mountains at Night and Looking at the Capital City"
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A message to the windy weather in Luocheng, and the beauty of spring will be restored next year - Tang Du Shenyan's "Spring Day in Beijing"
The clouds rise above the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring.
The sweet air urges the yellow birds, and the clear light turns to green apples - Du Shenyan of the Tang Dynasty, "An early spring visit with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum"
The forest flowers are swept away, and the paths and grass are trampled to life - Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring" "The Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
In February, the water in the lake is clear, and spring birds sing in every house - Tang Yu Haoran's "The Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
I haven't met Chun yet, so I walked next to him. News of a Visit to the Winter Plum Blossoms - "A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze returns on the willows - "Eight Poems for Palace Music" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Dongfeng Returning with spring, send me the flowers on the branches - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering the Sunset in the Mountains"
The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, bringing spring to the world - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending Qi Ang to Drop in Bazhong"
< p> In February and March in Xianyang, the golden branches of the palace willows - "Ancient Style" by Li Bai of the Tang DynastyIf the spring grass is sentimental, there is still green in the mountains - "A Reply to Su Xiucai from Kinmen" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
From time to time, fallen flowers arrive, and the fragrance is carried by the flowing water from afar - "Que Ti" by Liu Minxu of the Tang Dynasty
The flying snow accompanies the return of spring, and the good courtyard is leisurely at dawn - "Snow is a small mountain" by Liu Minxu of the Tang Dynasty < /p>
The road ends with white clouds, and spring and green streams grow - Tang Liu Kanxu's "Que Ti"
The fragrant trees have no one and the flowers fall, and the spring mountains are full of birdsong - Tang Lihua's " Spring Journey Improvisation"