1. Poems about fishing
1. Poems about fishing "A man with a coir raincoat hat alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
Original text
Jiang Xue
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 in the snow in the cold river.
2. Notes
Jue: None, none.
Ten Thousand Paths: a virtual finger, referring to thousands of roads.
Human traces: human footprints.
Gu: Solitary.
Coir raincoat (suō lì): coir raincoat and bamboo hat. Li: a hat made of bamboo strips. ("Coi" means clothes used to prevent rain in ancient times; "笠" means hats used to prevent rain in ancient times.)
Du: alone.
3. Translation
In all the mountains, the birds are all cut off; in all the roads, there is no trace of human beings.
In a lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, he is not afraid of ice and snow.
4. Brief analysis
In this poem, the thing that covers everything and encompasses everything is snow. There is snow on the mountains and on the roads, and there are "thousands of mountains" and "ten thousand mountains". "The path" is covered with snow, which makes "birds disappear" and "human traces disappear". Even the boat awning and the fisherman's coir raincoat were of course covered with snow. However, the author does not clearly connect these scenery with "snow". On the contrary, in this picture, there is only Jiang, only Jiang Xin. Of course, the river will not store snow or be covered by snow, and even if snow falls into the river, it will immediately turn into water. However, the author chose to use the three words "Hanjiang Snow" to link the two most distant images of "Jiang" and "Snow" together, which gave people a feeling of being relatively empty, distant and relatively distant. The feeling of zooming out, which creates a long-distance shot. This makes the main objects described in the poem more concentrated, clever and prominent. Because even the river seems to be full of snow, and even the places where there is no snow are full of snow, this completely describes the situation of heavy, dense, thick and thick snow, and makes the water and sky irrespective of each other. The vast atmosphere above and below is also completely highlighted. As for the use of the word "cold" above, it is certainly to point out the climate; but the poet's subjective intention is to quietly write about the spiritual world of the fisherman. Just imagine, in such a cold and silent environment, the old fisherman was not afraid of the cold weather or the heavy snow. He forgot about everything and concentrated on fishing. Although his body was lonely, his character seemed aloof and aloof, even a little awe-inspiring and inviolable. This transformed and beautified image of the fisherman is actually the sustenance and portrayal of Liu Zongyuan's own thoughts and feelings. It can be seen that the three characters "Hanjiang Snow" are the "finishing touch". It organically connects the two parts of the whole poem, not only forming a condensed and summarized picture, but also shaping the fisherman's complete and outstanding character. image. 2. Poems about birds
Author Title Content
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang The birds are flying endlessly, and the mountains are full of autumn colors. Up and down Huazigang, how melancholy I feel.
Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Mulan Chai The autumn mountains collect the remaining photos, and the flying birds chase their former partners. The colorful greenery is clear, but the twilight is nowhere to be seen.
Wang Wei Huangfu Yue Yunxi's Five Miscellaneous Poems · Birdsong Stream The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei Sending Li's Collected Relics to Lingaotai. Seeing each other off at Lingaotai, how could Sichuan Yuan be so far away? At dusk the birds return, and the passers-by keep going.
Three Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei I have seen the plum blossoms blooming, and heard the singing of birds again. My heart is focused on the spring grass, and I am afraid of the steps ahead.
Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Mulan Chai When the sun sets, the sound of birds disturbs the stream. Yuanxi Road turns deep, when will the tranquility end?
Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Zhuli Pavilion I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and have a blind date with Tao. Only mountain birds come and go, it is deep and there are no people in the world.
Chu Guangxi’s Four Songs from the South of the Yangtze River I am holding water cat leaves along the stream and picking reed seedlings along the bank. To cherish the mandarin ducks, I gently move my legs.
Wang Changling sent Tan Ba ??to Guilin. The guest's heart is still in Chu, and the Jiangguan is back in Hunan. Don't forget the apes and birds, the weather is cold and the water is long.
Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui Zhenfu and Li Mu to Yangzhou. He carried his young son and fished for the rest of his life. Please be kind to returning guests and don't talk to people from Taoyuan.
Meng Haoran climbed to the Xian Mountain Pavilion and sent it to Zhang Shaofu in the Jinling Mausoleum. Pingxuan asked Zhang Han about to come back.
Meng Haoran Spring Dawn When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
Li Bai Gao Juli The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east.
Li Bai's Trader's Journey Sea travelers take advantage of the wind to travel far away. Like a bird in the clouds, it disappears without a trace.
Seventeen Songs of Qiupu by Li Bai The golden ostrich in Qiupu is rare in the world and in the sky. The pheasant is shy of the water and dare not shine on the sweater.
Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Qiupu The Luo people cross the bird's path, and Jiang Zu comes out of the fish beam. The water is rushing, the boat is rushing, and the mountain flowers are fragrant.
Li Bai looks at Papaya Mountain. Get up early to see the sunrise, and see the birds returning to their roosts at dusk. The guest's heart feels sad, especially facing Papaya Mountain.
Li Bai Drunken Questions of the King in Hanyang Hall I am like a partridge, migrating south and flying north in a lazy way.
At that time, I looked for Han Yang's order and returned home in the middle of the moon.
Li Bai sat alone on Jingting Mountain. All the birds were flying high, and the lonely cloud was alone. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
Li Bai Self-dispatch: I am not aware of the wine, and the fallen flowers fill my clothes. Drunk, the stream is full of moonlight, and the birds are rare.
Li Bai Wisteria Tree Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and its flower vines are suitable for spring. The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant wind lingers on the beauties.
Wei Yingwu Nostalgia for the Ancients at Changmen A single bird under a tall tree can see Wuyuan Garden in the distance. Desolate things through the ages, leaning against Changmen at dusk.
Wei Yingwu Night View The night has fallen silent in the South Tower, and dark birds are moving in the forest. Not seeing anything about the city walls, only the four mountains are there.
Wei Yingwu stayed alone with Baozi in Qiuzhai. The moon on the mountain was as bright as a candle, and the bamboos moved in the wind and frost. In the middle of the night, the birds are frightened and people are sleeping alone in the windows.
Cen Shen inscribed the calligraphy platform of Cangjie in Sanhui Temple. The deserted platform of the wild temple is late, and the ancient trees are sad in the cold weather. There are traces of birds on the empty steps, just like when the book was made.
Guo Xiang’s slogan on the way (a poem written by Lu Xun): Holding the jade has been to Chu for three times, holding the book to the Qin for ten times. Every year in Luoyang, flowers and birds return home.
Two Quatrains by Du Fu The blue birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn. This spring has passed, and when will it be the return year?
Six Quatrains by Du Fu The heavy rain carries the foot of the stream, and the slanting light turns around the waist of the tree. Yellow birds fly across the nest, and white fish jump over the algae.
Du Fu's Six Quatrains The moon moves over the river, and the rocks move, and the stream is filled with empty clouds and flowers. Birds perch know the old way, and whose house the sailors will stay at.
One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (one is a poem by Qian Jue) The birds in the sand are frightened by the speed, splashing in the sunset waves. Regardless of the abundance of fish, one should beware of just one fish. 3. What are the poems about birds?
Ancient poems about birds
Egret Du Mu
Snow-clad and snow-haired green jade bead,
A group of fishermen are fishing in the shadow of the stream.
Flying away in awe, reflecting the green mountains,
A pear tree fell in the morning wind.
Quatrains by Du Fu
Two orioles sing in the green willows
A row of egrets ascend to the blue sky
The window contains thousands of autumn snows in the Xiling Mountain
The Dongwu Wanli Ship is moored at the door
Goose and Goose
Songs with bent necks to the sky
White hair floats on the green water
Anthurium stirs the clear waves
Xijiang Moon·Xin Qiji walks on the yellow sand road at night
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment.
The next song of Sai
Lu Lun
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and Shan Yu escapes in the night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. 4. Poems describing fishing
A picture of fishing alone on the Autumn River
Wang Shizhen
A straw hat, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and an inch of hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.
Jiang Xue
Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
1. Translation
Wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, sitting on a small boat, with a fishing line one foot long and a fishhook one inch long;
Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in autumn.
2. Translation
In all the mountains, the birds are all cut off; in all the roads, there is no trace of human beings.
In a lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, he is not afraid of ice and snow. 5. Sentences describing egret fishing
Sentences describing egret fishing:
I asked the guide to slow down. I was worried that our recklessness would disturb these white elves. There are so many fir trees and so many egrets on the mountain that you can’t even count them. Occasionally, a few egrets flew out, flew over the sky above our heads, landed on the water's edge on the other side, and then walked around looking for food. I remembered that in the paddy fields and streams in my hometown, you can often see three or two egrets. They extend their long beaks into the water to catch small aquatic animals, such as small fish, snails, loaches, etc. Good food. The area around Yuejin Reservoir is rich in water plants and fish. Egrets don't have to travel far. When they are hungry, they can just fly and get something. Therefore, this is a natural habitat for egrets. 6. Ancient poems about birds
1. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
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 in the snow in the cold river.
Definition:
There are no traces of birds in thousands of mountains and ridges; there are no traces of pedestrians on thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was fishing alone in the wind and snow.
2. Pre-Qin Dynasty·Anonymous "Xiaoya·Yellow Bird"
Excerpt from the original text:
Yellow birds, yellow birds, do not gather in the valley, do not peck at my millet . The people of this country do not want me to be willing to farm. He said that he would return and restore our country.
Yellow birds, yellow birds, do not gather in the mulberry trees, do not peck at my beams. The people of this country cannot be compared with Ming. After saying that, I will return to my brothers.
Yellow bird, yellow bird, no one gathers in the sky, no one pecks my millet. The people of this country are incompatible. With that said, I will return to my fathers.
Interpretation:
Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don’t gather in the corn tree, don’t peck all my millets. The people living in this township now refuse to raise me. I often miss going home to my dear hometown.
Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don’t gather on the mulberry branches, don’t peck at my yellow rice. People who live in this township cannot be sincere with him. I often miss going home and being with my brother.
Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don’t gather in the oak tree, don’t peck all my millet. People who live in this village cannot stay with him for a long time. I often miss going home to my parents.
3. "The Floating Oriole" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The wandering oriole drifts unevenly, crossing the road and facing the current without self-control.
How can there be no original intention in a clever tune? A good time may not always bring good luck.
The wind is blowing and the dew is blowing, the night is cloudy and clear, and thousands of doors are opening and closing.
I was so sad about spring that I couldn’t bear to hear it. Where are the flowers in Fengcheng?
Definition:
Flowing orioles, floating everywhere, flying up and down; crossing the path, approaching the river, unable to control themselves. It chirps beautifully, how can it not have its original intention? Even if you encounter a good time, you may not have a good time. It sings in the wind and clouds at night, on cloudy and clear days, and when thousands of doors open and close.
I once suffered from the loss of spring and couldn't bear to hear it anymore. Where are the flowers and branches in the capital that can be perched?
4. "Thrush" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Hundreds of chirps move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.
I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.
Definition:
Thousands of birds chirping, echoing at will according to one's own thoughts, (right there) colorful mountain flowers blooming in the trees at different heights. Only then did I understand: The cry of the thrush locked in the golden cage (previously) was far inferior to the free singing when wandering in the forest.
5. "Wang Yue" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
Definition:
How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see the green peak. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, with mountains to the south and north separating morning and dusk. Layers of white clouds wash away the ravines in the chest; the returning birds fly into the eye sockets to enjoy the scenery. You must climb to the top of Mount Tai to overlook the mountains and feel full of pride. 7. Poems about birds and fishermen
There are so many, choose from them
Complete collection of fishing poems (reprinted)
Jiang Xue
< p> (Tang Dynasty) Liu ZongyuanThousands of birds flew out of the mountains, and thousands of people disappeared.
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) 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
(Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe
Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are filled with 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 apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow.
When the lotus moves, you will know that the fish are scattered. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children's Fishing
Hu Linngneng
A child with a shaggy head learns fishing, sitting sideways with berry moss reflected on his body.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting Palace
Meng Haoran
The August Lake is level, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, 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, and the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms 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.