Poems about modern fishing 1. Poems about fishing
One boat with one hat and one inch hook, one song and one bottle of wine, one person catches a river and autumn alone. "I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun". "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat, wearing a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain, leisurely and leisurely fishing, he was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery, even the rain did not go home. "Du Fu's poem" Crossing the River "says:" You can't cross the riverside, but February is stormy. The boat is inclined, and the fish is lying high. Zhang Sujin, the flower of Zhu, the grass of Ting, and the blue robe of Ting, play to ask the people who care about the silk, and see you Cao. " Chu Guangxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang in Fishing Bay: "Fishing in a green bay in spring, apricot blossoms in spring are chaotic, the pool is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered." The word "Fisherman" written by He Ning in the Five Dynasties: "The white peony stands as a crane in the cold, and the grass wind gently shears the waves. Smoke screen, the day is delayed, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to stir up the fishing line. " Infinite lotus fragrance dyes the clothes of the department, and Ruanlang can't get the boat back. It's better to be ashamed than a couple. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything is quiet in Jiang Chun in the long summer. From the swallow before going to the church, we are close to the gull in the water. The old wife draws paper as a chess game, and the young child knocks the needle as a hook. The only thing that is needed for many diseases is medicine, and the micro-body is more desirable. " Zhao Meng's "Fisherman's Songs": "The misty waves are like a boat, and the west wind is falling in the autumn. The gull heron, a proud prince, doesn't take the bait. " A few feet of silk fiber hangs in the water,
the silver hook disappears without a trace,
where fish dare not go to the emperor,
Long live the king only catches dragons.
2. There are so many poems about fishing.
Choose from them. A complete collection of fishing poems (turn) Jiang Xue (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, a thousand paths without a footprint.
Li Weng, a lone boat, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a withering hat, a boat, a silk thread and a rain hook.
sing a song and drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river and autumn alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain in Zhang Zhihe, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi fishes in the green bend in spring, and the apricot blossoms in spring are chaotic.
the pool is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus moves to know the fish. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Children fishing Hu Lingneng Peng-headed children learn to hang on the silk ribbon, sitting beside the raspberry moss to reflect themselves. Hearing the passers - by, the child waved his hand, afraid to disturb the fish, dare not to respond to passers - by.
In the Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake and are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Stay in Du Mu solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief. Memories of the cold lights back home memories of the past; Just like a lost flock of wild geese.
roused at dawn from a misty dream, I read, a year late, news from home. Cang Jiang on the moonlight, the scenery is how beautiful, the fishing boat is in front of my house.
fisherman Liu Zongyuan an old fisherman spent the night here, under the western cliff, Xiao Ji Qing Xiang burning bamboo. And then, at sunrise, he went his way through the cloven mist is a green landscape.
I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faint flying bridge across the wild smoke, rocky west asked fishing boats.
peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day, and where is the hole in Qingxi? Sikong Shu returned from fishing in Jiangcun, but he didn't tie the boat, and the moon in Jiangcun was sleeping.
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it will only be near the shallow water of Luhua. Lanxi Acura Dai Shulun's cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging on Liuwan, and the more it is seen in the Zhongshan mirror.
peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. The fishing couple in Yanling Beach, Pi Rixiu is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing tackle comes back to put the stone floor.
a shallow awning with smoke and cold will make a dead clam catch a glimpse of the fish. Untitled (Ming) Jie Jin dropped several feet of silk fiber into the water, and the silver hook swung without a trace. No fish dared to go to the emperor, and long live the king only caught dragons.
on climbing yan mountain with friends Meng Haoran while worldly matters take their turn, ancient, modern, to and fro. Now we can climb to visit the places of historical interest that have been preserved throughout the country.
where a fisher-boat dips by a waterfall, where the air grows colder, deep in the valley. The yang Hu monument is still towering now, after reading the epitaph tears wet the lapel.
autumn borer (Wang Wei), after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
Send the monk to you were foreordained to find the source and now, tracing your way as in a dream, Qian Qi. Tianhai and floating, the boat sailed to the far edge; Detachment from the mundane, nature will feel the fa Zhou light.
the water and the moon are as calm as your faith, fishes and dragons follow your chanting. The most lovely is, there is a light to illuminate the heart of the fodeng; Sailing ten thousand miles, the eyes forever are bright bright.
answering vice-prefect zhang, Wang Wei, as the years go by, give me but peace, freedom from ten thousand matters. Thinking that no Gao Ce can serve the country, only to retire to the mountain forest.
a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon. If you want to know the truth of the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
inscribed in the inn at tong gate on an autumn trip to the capital, Xu Hun, red leaves are fluttering down the twilight, past this arbour where I take my wine. Several remnant clouds gathered in the towering Huashan mountain; The sparse autumn rain falls on the ZHONGTIAO mountains mountains.
The color of the trees changes with the change of scenery, I can hear the river seeking the sea. The moon is bright in Dixiang, but I dream of woodsmen and fishermen.
Zheng Gu, a fisherman in Huai River, went to the white-haired Weng on the white-headed wave, and his family returned to the boat to move the Pupu wind. He had just caught a chi perch, and his sons and grandchildren were busy gathering wood for a fire to cook fish in the silvergrass.
The wind catches Cheng Peng's wings, and the waves on the water surface are on the high side, so it is unnecessary to complain about the weather. Ann can calm down and catch a carp for cooking.
it is hard to go, Li Bai, pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupan, Jane is so ashamed that she is worth a million dollars. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, dial the sword, finding a loss.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today. I will ride the wind and break the heavy waves some day, and then set the cloudlike sail and cross the sea. After Missing the Recluse On the Western Mountain Qiu is to your hermitage here on the top of the mountain and I have climbed, without stopping, these ten miles.
I have knocked at your door, and no one answered, I have peeped into your room, at your seat beside the table. Perhaps you are out riding in your canopied chair, or fishing, more likely, in some autumn pool.
sorry though I am to be missing you, you have become my meditation. The beauty of your grasses, fresh with rain, and close beside your window the music of your pines.
I take into my being all that I see and hear, soothing my senses, quieting my heart. And though there be neither host nor guest, have I not reasoned a visit complete?, after enough, I have gone down the mountain, why should I wait for you any longer?.
Qingxi Wang Wei I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
a song of a girl from loyang, Wang Wei, there's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, she looks fifteen, she may be a little older. While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate.
on her painted pavilions, facing red towers, cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shade her, home to her nine-flowered curtains.
her lord, with rank and wealth and in the bud of life, exceeds in munificence the richest men of old. He favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance, and he gives away his coral-trees to almost anyone.
the wind of dawn just stirs when his nine soft lights go out, nine tiny patches of flying flowers. Between dances she has barely time for singing over the songs, sit dressed as incense.
those she knows in town are only the rich and the lavish, and day and night she is visiting the hosts of the gayest mansions. Who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade, poor * Jiang Tou from Huansha.
The fisherman looked forward to Ding Hong's seclusion in the thatched cottage in spring to hide from the cold winter, and suddenly he saw the willow-colored onion on the wall. He only waited for the peach blossom and the red earth, and the golden hook was a pair of golden dragons. Fishing Music The cicada warbler plays on the trees in Ding Hong, and the bees and crickets sing among the flowers. The symphony in the world is the most beautiful for fishing bells. In the back of the report, Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of Weixian County, throws his black gauze away to be an official, and his sleeves are cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.
a drinking song at stone-fish lake Yuanjie is full of rice, and when it is free, it carries wine on the lake, and when it is drunk. Drunk, according to the introduction of the lake bank, the fish took the wine, so that it was carried in the boat and drunk all over the place.
I suspect that I am leaning on Baqiu to sit on Junshan Mountain, and the scholars are sitting around the Dongting Lake. The wine boats generally touch the waves, but the people who come and go are singing songs to learn from them. Stone-Fish Lake is like Lake Dongting, the summer water is full of spring in Junshan.
In with the mountain for a table, and the lake a fount of wine, drinkers sit on the island. Though a stiff wind for days has roughened the water, we can't waste people transporting the boat.
I have a long-necked gourd and, happy on Ba Island, I am pouring a drink in every direction doing away with care. Sauvignon blanc travels in the land.
water weighs a thousand. In a thousand clouds and waters.
yueming fishing tube. The head is still young.
not deaf. You can blush when you get drunk.
who is the same with one statue. The bridge is like a rainbow.
water is empty. A leaf floated in the misty rain.
the heavenly religion is called "releasing the Weng". Side canopy.
make the river wind. Crab houses are uneven.
smell the twilight bell then. Fisherman's two poems, Lu You Jing Hu, pitch two clear skies.
ten thousand hectares of glass and one leaf boat. Dance and sleep.
don't be a fairy, be a narcissus. Chang' an is exempt from paying homage to several officials.
The fisherman was lying awake. The smoking boat is small and the fishing car is light.
pointing to Meishan is a little green. Zhen Wu, the fisherman, fished in an empty pool for no reason, but the fish is too big to do anything.
Worry is overwhelming, and everything is light, not deep. Lingyang v. Sanmen Six Stabs Beach Li Bai Sanmen Hengjun Beach, Six Stabs Away Waves.
the stone scares the tiger, and the water dragon hovers. Why worry about seven miles of wrasse, which makes me want to cast a pole? My father, Zhang Songling, is happy to fish in the storm, and the pine cypress in the thatched cottage has won.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, three songs that need to be returned to the fisherman in Zhang Zhihe Fishing Terrace, written in twos and threes.
3. Poems about fishing
Children fishing
Author Hu Lingneng Dynasty Tang Dynasty
A young boy with a bald head learns to hang on to the silk, sitting on the side of the blackberry and moss.
Passers-by waved at a distance by asking questions, which scared the fish to be surprised.
Related Tags Children's Fishing Poems Character Scene
Translation and Notes
A child with unkempt hair and a green face was learning to fish by the river, sitting sideways in the grass, and the weeds shaded his figure.
Hearing passers-by asking for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, afraid to disturb the fish, and did not dare to respond to passers-by.
note
(1) unkempt head: describes a child as cute. Toddler: a young and ignorant child. Chuilun: Fishing. Nylon: silk thread for fishing.
(2) Berry: a kind of wild grass. Moss: Bryophyte. Shadow: Shade.
4. Poems about fishing
1. The word "Fisherman" written by He Ning in the Five Dynasties reads: "Angelica dahurica stands in the cold, and when the grass wind gently cuts the waves, the smoke screen, the sun is delayed, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to stir up the fishing line." 2. Yu Xuanji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of fishing in summer in "Wen Li Duangong's fishing return gift": "Infinite! Du Fu's Jiangcun: "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything is quiet in Jiang Chun in the long summer. Since I went to the front of the church, I was close to the gull in the water. The old wife drew paper as a chess game, and the young child knocked on the needle as a hook. The medicine is the only thing needed for many diseases, and the micro-body is more desirable." 4. Meng Haoran's Looking at Dongting Lake and giving me a letter, "here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, Ji Xiaolan's quatrains on fishing: "A fisherman with a paddle, a fisherman with a hook, slaps and laughs, and one person monopolizes the autumn." 6. Writing winter fishing poems, of course, Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" is the first one to promote "a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint, a little boat, a bamboo cloak and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow." 7 "Singing songs at the bottom of flowers and drinking wine in spring, throwing a pole by the river in the moonlit night". 9. Fishing in the rocky mountains near Yanhua Reservoir, the pole hangs several times to the oblique light.-> Lu You 1. Take the romantic love as an escape, Gan Kun pursues his ambition, takes the rainbow as the silk, the bright moon as the hook, and the heartless husband in the world as the bait.-------Li Bai 11. A young boy with a bald head learns to hang on to the bow, sitting on the side of the raspberry moss. Passers-by beckons from afar, and he is afraid that the fish will be surprised.
5. Poems about fishing
Jiang Xue (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, birds flying in the mountains, a thousand paths without a footprint.
Li Weng, a lone boat, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a withering hat, a boat, a silk thread and a rain hook.
sing a song and drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river and autumn alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain in Zhang Zhihe, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi fishes in the green bend in spring, and the apricot blossoms in spring are chaotic.
the pool is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus moves to know the fish. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Children fishing Hu Lingneng Peng-headed children learn to hang on the silk ribbon, sitting beside the raspberry moss to reflect themselves. Hearing the passers - by, the child waved his hand, afraid to disturb the fish, dare not to respond to passers - by.
In the Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake and are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.