1. What are the poems about fishing
1. "Fishing Bay"
Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay Spring , the spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in bloom. 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 can you see that the fish have dispersed. Waiting for a close friend 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. 2. What are the poems about fishing?
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. ——"Jiang Snow" Liu Zongyuan
A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river. ("Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" by Wang Shizhen
When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. - "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey" (Part 1) Li Bai
Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is nothing but envy for the fish - "Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting" by Meng Haoran
Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace, and no fish dares to face the emperor. , Long live the king only fishing for dragons. ——"Untitled" Jie Jin
Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind ——"Drunken Song on Stone Fish Lake" by Zheng Banqiao
< p> A windy moon, a raincoat, my home is in the west of Diaotai - "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Lu YouNow I am fishing in Shatou with Jiang Sou - "Fishing" Bai Juyi 3. What are the poems about fishing?
Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan, thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man with a straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen, with a coir, a bamboo hat, a small boat, and a ten-foot-long silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, a man fishing alone in the Qiu River (Late Tang Dynasty). Egrets fly in front of Zhang Zhihe Xizhai Mountain, and mandarin fishes are blooming in the peach blossoms.
Green bamboo hats and green raincoats do not need to return in the slanting wind. .
The pond is clear and the water is shallow. When the lotus moves, the fish will scatter. At dusk, the boat is green and the poplar bank is green.
The child is fishing. The mosses reflected me. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened.
Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran was standing on the level of the August Lake. Yueyang City.
If you want to help yourself without a boat, you will sit there and watch the fishermen.
Staying at Du Mu Hotel without a good companion, you will be in peace. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken geese sleep in sorrow.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the next year's letter comes. The Cangjiang River is full of smoke, and the door is fishing.
The fisherman Liu Zongyuan is at night. In Xiyansu, the clear bamboos are burning at dawn. There is no one in sight at sunrise, but there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.
Looking back at the middle stream of the sky, there are faint clouds flying over the peach blossom stream. Across the wild smoke, I can see the fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole 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 country 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 threads hung in the water, and the silver hook swung away without a trace. No fish dared to face the emperor. Long live the king only fished 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. Only 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 coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins 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 hold coral to others.
The dawn of spring extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he 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 pities the Yue girl, whose face is like jade, and the poor woman at the head of the river has her own yarn.
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. Fishing Music Ding Hong The cicadas and warblers play on the trees, the bees and crickets chirp in the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the sound of fishing bells. I say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County by painting bamboos.
Zheng Banqiao Throwing away the black gauze and not being an official, the rustling of the bamboo leaves makes my sleeves cold; I write about a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind. Drunken Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface to Yuanjie Mansou made wine with rice from the public fields. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then.
In the midst of drunkenness, he went to the shore of the lake to pick up fish and get wine, and had the boat carry it, drinking all the people sitting there. When I was doubtful, I leaned on Ba Qiu 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, with summer water filling Junshan Spring. The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands.
The wind is blowing and the waves are blowing day after day, so we can’t waste our time transporting the boats. I sit on Baqiu holding a long ladle and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow.
Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong. Water weighs a thousand.
Being in a thousand layers of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
Tou Wei Tong. 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. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.
Side canopy.
Make the river wind.
Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. Then hear the evening bell.
Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu 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 fairy, be a narcissus.
Chang'an will not have to pay homage to several ministers. The fisherman fell asleep drunk and did not wake up.
The smoke boat is small and the fishing car is light. Pointing to Meishan in the distance, it is a little green.
Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing in the middle of the pond is empty for no reason, and the fish is not allowed by the big boat. Worry will overwhelm you, attack your ups and downs, take everything lightly and don't go too deep.
Lingyang Litigation Three Gates and Six Thorns Beach Li Bai Three gates are steep on the beach, and six thorns move the waves. The stone tiger crouched, and the water-like dragon hovered.
Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling enjoys the turmoil and fishing is leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage are already climbing.
In the waters of Taihu Lake and Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves arise and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe The fishermen in Diaotai made brown fur coats and made boats in twos, twos and threes.
If you can swing the boat and ride the current, you will never worry about the white waves of the Yangtze River. Songjiang Crab. 4. Poems about fishing
One man, one man, one boat, one foot of silk and one inch of hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and one man fishing alone. "I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun." "Egrets are flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are flowing in the water, and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle." Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" says: "The spring river cannot be crossed, and it is already stormy in February. The bow of the boat is tilted, and the fish are lying high. The Nagisa flowers are in plain brocade, and the green robes are messed up with grass. I am joking about fishing, and I see you leisurely. "Chu Guangxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, sang in "Fishing Bay": "Fishing in Green Bay. In spring, the apricot blossoms are in bloom, the pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. "The fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets stand in the cold grass, and the waves are gently cut by the grass wind, and the sun is late." Late, the fragrance attracts the lotus and stirs up the fishing line. "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, where can Ruan Lang go back to the boat?" I am ashamed to be inferior to a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to go fishing at the beach together. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. Swallows come and go in front of the hall, and gulls in the water are close to each other. 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 diseases. In addition, a small body is more desirable. "Zhao Meng's "Fishing Song": "A boat is floating in the mist, and trees are falling on the five lakes in the west wind. The gulls and herons are proud of each other, and even the bass can't take the bait." ,
The silver hook swung away without a trace,
No fish dared to face the emperor,
Long live the king only fished for dragons. 5. What are the poems that describe fishing scenes?
1. A song, a bottle of wine, and one person fishing alone. ——Qing Dynasty: Wang Shi's "Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River"
Translation: Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in autumn.
2. The sunset sends the fishing boat home. Mandarin fish fat. ——Song Dynasty: He Zhu's "The Fishing Boat Returns·The Green Spring Is Deep and Good for Dying Clothes"
Translation: The sun sets in the west, the sunset on the lake sends (my) fishing boat home, and the mandarin fish in the water are getting fat.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river. ——Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Translation: A lone boat on the river, a fisherman wearing a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, not afraid of ice and snow attack.
4. Take a leisurely walk around the pond and watch the fish swim while the children are making fishing boats. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Watching Fish"
Translation: When I was leisurely watching the fish swimming freely in the water, I happened to encounter a child playing with a fishing boat.
5. Jiabi fishes for the old man, but he catches the fish and forgets the trap. ——Wei and Jin Dynasties: Ji Kang's "Giving Scholars to Enter the Army·Fourteen"
Translation: I can't help but admire the fisherman in "Zhuangzi" who caught the fish and forgot about the wind god of the fishing tool.
6. After returning from fishing without tying up the boat, Jiangcun is ready to sleep under the moonlight. ——Tang Dynasty: Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jiji"
Translation: After returning from fishing, I was too lazy to tie the cable and let the fishing boat drift in the wind. At this time, the waning moon had already set in the west, and I was sleeping peacefully.
7. There is a bamboo cane in the south of the house with calligraphy, and he often goes to the stream to work as a fisherman. ——Tang Dynasty: Li He's "Thirteen Poems of the South Garden"
Translation: There is a bamboo forest in the south of the house. I can cut it into green slips and write on it. When I get old, I will just be a fisherman by the stream.
8. Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, and harp by the stream. ——Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: A Picture of Autumn Coolness in the Western Mountains"
Translation: Walking in the clouds and mountains, fishing on the stream head, playing the piano by the stream, It was so joyful.
9. The rain is like hanging on the Xianyang Bridge, and the fishing boats are separated by ten thousand points of sky. ——Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun's "Rain in Xianyang"
Translation: It rained on the Xianyang Bridge. The drizzle was swaying in the wind, like a crystal curtain hanging in the air; the moored The fishing boat is blocked by this continuous crystal curtain, like smoke and picturesque scenery.
10. I am too lazy to learn how to grow melons from Qingmen, and only spend my time fishing. ——Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Partridge Sky, Lazy Learning to Grow Melons from Qingmen"
Translation: Not willing to get close to the capital, like Shaoping in the early Han Dynasty, he planted melons outside Qingmen in Chang'an. I hope to pass away the years while fishing. 6. What are the poems about "fishing"
1. "Fishing Bay" by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty Fishing in Green Bay in spring, deep in spring, apricot flowers bloom.
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.
2. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
3. "Fishing" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. A long whistle came near the water, and suddenly I thought about the beginning of the tenth year. Three times he ascended to rank A and B, and one entered Chengming House. There are many changes in floating life, and there are ups and downs in external affairs. Today I am accompanying Mr. Jiang, sitting on the sand head fishing.
4. "Children's Fishing" by Hu Lingneng of the Tang Dynasty. A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the reflection of strawberry grass. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
5. "Traveler" by Tang Dumu There is no good company in the hotel, and the love is quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep. The distant dream returns and invades 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.
Fishing refers to fishing with a fishing rod: fishing by the stream is commonly known as "fishing". It is one of the sports activities. The activity of catching fish from rivers, lakes, seas and reservoirs using fishing rods, hooks, fishing lines and other tools. There are two categories of freshwater fishing and sea fishing. The former has bottom fishing, flowing water fishing, middle layer fishing and other techniques; the latter has two methods: shore fishing and boat fishing. 7. What are some ancient poems describing fishing?
"Children's Fishing" by Hu Linngneng
A boy with a shaggy head is learning to fish, sitting sideways among the strawberry grass.
Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, fearing that the fish will be frightened and not respond.
"Jiuquanzi" by Pan Lang of the Song Dynasty
I remember the West Lake for a long time, leaning on the railing upstairs all day long see.
There are fishing boats in twos and threes, and it is autumn on the island.
There is no wind, automatic jade beads in the water, rising hooks, fish jumping in the air among the green leaves
-----"Summer Fishing and Poking the Arch" Old Man
Fishing Song "Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty"
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, 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.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. 8. What are the poems about fishing?
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
——"Jiang Snow" Liu Zongyuan A coir raincoat, a hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river.
("Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River") Wang Shizhen came to fish on the Bixi River in his leisure time, and suddenly went on a boat to dream of the sun. - "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey" (Part 1) Li Bai sat and watched the fishermen.
——"Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting" Meng Haoran swung several feet of silk into the water, and the silver hook swung away without a trace. No fish dared to face the emperor, but long live the king only fished for dragons. ——"Untitled" Xie Jin wrote about taking a thin bamboo and using it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind
——"Preface to the Drunken Song on Stone Fish Lake" Zheng Banqiao has a pole in the wind and moon, a raincoat in the mist, and his home is on Diaotai. Living in the West. ——"Magpie Bridge Immortal" Lu You came to accompany Jiang Sou and sat fishing in Shatou. ——"Fishing" Bai Juyi.
9. Poems about fishing
Complete collection of fishing poems:
Jiang Xue
(Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan
Birds fly across thousands of mountains, Tens of thousands of people have disappeared.
A man with a lone boat and a coir, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
A picture of fishing alone in the Qiujiang River
(Qing Dynasty) Wang Shizhen
A straw hat, 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 autumn of the river.
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(Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe
In front of Xizhai Mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return.
Fishing Bay
Chuguangxi
Fishing is green in spring, the spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in chaos. The pond is clear but the water is shallow,
< p> When the lotus moves, the fish will scatter. At dusk, when you are waiting for your lover, you will find a boat with green poplar banks.Children's fishing
Hu Linngneng
A child with a shaggy head learns fishing, sideways Sitting on a berry moss and reflecting the body.
Passers-by asked and waved from a distance, for fear of being frightened and not responding.
Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting Courtyard
Meng Haoran
The level of the lake in August is mixed with the clear water. 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. Just sit and watch the fishermen. The love of fish.
Travel and accommodation
Du Mu
There is no good companion in the hotel, and the love is quiet. The cold lamp is thinking about the past, and the broken geese are worried about sleep.
A distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and a letter from home arrives the next year. The moon is shining brightly on the Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
The Fisherman
Liu Zongyuan
The Fisherman’s Night Next to the western rock, Chu bamboos are burned at dawn. 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 of the sky, there are unintentional clouds chasing each other on the rock.
Peach Blossom Stream
Zhang Xu
The flying bridge is faintly separated from the wild smoke, and the fishing boats are fishing on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, and the cave is in the clear stream. Which side.