What are the ancient poems about "fish"?

Peach blossoms rain in March in Lanxi, and carp come to the beach in the middle of the night. -Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"

People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch. -Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River

Cars around the shore are singing and the water is about to open, and the fish are still enjoying each other. -Wang Anshi's "Fish"

Eyes are like pearl scales and gold, and the waves are always sinking. -Zhang xiaobiao's "Carp"

There are hundreds of fish in the pond, all of which have no place to swim. -Liu Zongyuan's "Xiaoshi Pond"

Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang Zhihe's The Fisherman

a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"

Seeing fish in the deep red sun, even the village is green and dark, and hiding in the dark at night, and the yellow children are gathering together. -Du Fu's "Huanxisha"

Fish plays between lotus leaves and fish plays with lotus leaves. -"Jiangnan Qu"

Walking around the pool to watch fish swim, just as children are fishing boats. -Bai Juyi's "Watching Fish"

Translation

It rained for three days in a row, and the stream soared, and fish swarmed into Xitou Shoal in the dead of night.

There are countless people coming and going on the river, who only love the delicacy of perch.

The fish only chase and play, but they don't know that the pool of living water will dry up in a blink of an eye; Fish only know how to laugh, but they don't know that what awaits them will be a disaster.

eyes are like pearls, and scales are like gold. Water waves are always stirred up, floating and sinking.

There are about a hundred fish in the pond, all of which seem to swim in the air without any support.

Egrets fly freely in front of Mount Cisse, yellow-green fish swim happily on the river, and peach blossoms floating in the water are so bright.

Only in a boat on the river, there was an old man wearing hemp fiber and a hat, fishing alone on the cold river.

The sun is setting in the west, and the glow of the sun has dyed the stream around the village red, and the fish are wandering freely in the golden stream; The contiguous Woods in front of and behind the village gradually darkened, and blackbirds flew into the Woods one after another, ready to roost at night; The teenager sat around the white-haired old man, staring intently, listening to the old man telling the story of a certain day in a certain month.

Fish swim and play happily among lotus leaves.

I was watching fish in Chi Pan, and I saw children hanging hooks to fish.