Ancient poems showing the scene of the poet sitting on a boat:
1. "The Boat Supports the Qin at Night"
Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi
Niaosu The fish doesn't move, the moon shines on the night and the river is deep.
There is nothing happening outside, and there is only the piano in the boat.
The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends.
When the heart is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no ancient or present.
2. Boating across Anren
Song Dynasty? Yang Wanli
Two children in a fishing boat,
collecting poles, stopping and sitting in the boat.
It’s strange to open an umbrella even when it’s not raining.
It’s not to cover your head but to use the wind.
3. Get up at night in the boat
Song Dynasty? Su Shi
The breeze blows the wild cattails, open the door to see the rainy moon filling the lake.
Both the boatman and the waterfowl dreamed together, and the big fish scurried like a running fox.
In the middle of the night, no one cares about me, and I am alone and having fun.
The undertide brings forth cold earthworms, and the setting moon hangs on willows to watch hanging spiders.
This life is full of worries and troubles, and the clear state can pass by for a moment.
When the rooster crows and the bells stir, all the birds scatter, and the drums beat on the bow of the ship and they still call each other.
4. "Staying on the Jiande River"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
5. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
Tang·Zhang Ji
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the rivers, maples, and fishing fires are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
6. "Nostalgia for the Past in Niuzhu at Night"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
At night in Niuzhu Xijiang River, there is no cloud in the blue sky.
When I boarded the boat and looked at the autumn moon, I remembered General Xie.
I can chant loudly, but others cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.