A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Qiu Jiang Dudiaotu (Qing) Wang Shizhen
A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
Jiang Xue _ Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Yugezizhang
Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Yuwanchu in Guangxi
Fishing Qingqu in spring, apricot blossoms in spring. The pool is clear and the water is shallow.
Lotus moves fish powder. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
2. What are the poems about fishing? (Tang) Liu Zongyuan's "A Thousand Miles Without Footprints".
Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang fishing alone (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a straw hat, a boat, silk thread and a rain hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Zhangxizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi comes fishing in the green bend in spring, and apricot blossoms in spring.
The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou children learn to hang on nylon and sit aside with raspberries and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Meng Haoran, the lake in the eighth month here is a single air and paradise. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
I stayed in Du Mu's lonely pub, and I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
Fisherman Liu Zongyuan had an old fisherman who spent the night here. Under the western cliff, a small incense burned bamboo. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog and saw a green landscape.
Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faintly flies across the wild smoke, and asks the fishing boat in the rocky west.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream? Si Kongshu returned from fishing in Jiangcun, but he didn't tie the boat. Jiangcun Yueer was asleep.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. Dai Shulun, the best in Lanxi, looks like an eyebrow hanging on the moon for 60 thousand, and the more he looks at the Zhongshan mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. Fishing couples in Yanling Beach, Pi Rixiu collapsed like a cloud, and fishing tackle came back to put the stone floor.
The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught. Untitled (Ming) Throw a few feet of silk fiber into the water, and the silver hook swings without a trace. No fish dares to go to the emperor. Long live the king only catches dragons.
Climb the Wild Goose Mountain with my friend Meng Haoran, and the world will be reincarnated in ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
Autumn moth (Wang Wei) lives in the mountains, and stands in the autumn evening after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Send monks to Qianqi. You are destined to find the source. Now, pursue your path in your dreams. Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou.
The mood is quiet, and everything is as unreal as water and moon; The inner government of Shiguo will come out to listen to your chanting. The most lovely thing is that there is a Buddha lamp that illuminates the soul; Sailing in Wan Li, your eyes are always bright.
Zhang and Wang Wei, the deputy governors, replied, "Every year, we just want to be safe. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
Title of Tongmen Inn: Xu Hun visited the capital in autumn, and the red leaves fluttered at dusk, so he passed this pavilion to get wine. A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea. The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.
Zheng Gu, a fisherman from Huaihe River, went to the white-haired man on the white-haired wave, and his family returned to the boat to move to Pufeng. He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.
The wind caught Cheng Peng's wings, and the waves on the water were on the high side, so it was unnecessary to complain about the weather. Ann can calm down and catch a carp to cook.
It's hard to go, Li Bai. The cost of pure wine is gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yu, Jane, shame, 10,000 dollars. I threw away the food sticks and cups, and I couldn't eat or drink. I drew my sword and found a loss.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. The hermit who missed the western hills, Qiu is your seclusion on the top of the mountain. I have climbed ten miles without stopping.
I knocked on your door, but no one answered. I peeked into your room, on the seat next to your desk. Maybe you are sitting in a covered chair, or, more likely, fishing in an autumn pond.
Although it is a pity that I will miss you, you have become my meditation. Your beautiful grass, moistened by rain, is next to your window, which is the music of your pine tree.
I integrate what I see and hear into my existence, soothe my senses and calm my mind. Although there are no hosts or guests, have I finished my reasoning visit? That's enough. I've already gone down the mountain. Why should I wait for you? .
Qingxi Wang Wei I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River and the green water stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Song of Luoyang Girls, Wang Wei, there is a Luoyang girl in the door across the street. She looks fifteen years old, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers. Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice that jade-faced Yue girl, poor Huansha Jiangtou.
The fisherman was looking forward to Ding Hong's seclusion in the thatched cottage in spring to avoid the cold winter. Suddenly he saw a willow-colored onion on the wall. He only waits for the peach blossom to be red and the golden hook to catch the golden dragon. The fishing song cicada is singing in the trees of Ding Hong, and bees and crickets are singing among the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the fishing bell. Let's go home and draw bamboo to bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Banqiao's black veil is not an official, and his sleeves are cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river. Yuan Jie, a drinking song by Shiyu Lake, had a full meal. When he had a rest, he held the wine on the lake and got drunk.
Drunk, according to the introduction of the lake shore, the fish took the wine, so that it was carried on the boat and drunk everywhere. I suspect that Baqiu leans on Junshan, the philosophers sit around Dongting Lake, the wine boats touch the waves, and people come and go to write songs for a long time.
Shiyu Lake is like Dongting Lake, and Junshan is full of spring in summer. The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island.
Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, we can't waste manpower to transport ships. I have a long-necked gourd, and I happily pour drinks in all directions on Ba Island, without caring.
Sauvignon Blanc travels on the earth. Water weighs 1000 pounds.
In the midst of thousands of clouds and waters. Yueming fishing tube.
The head is still young. Not deaf.
You can blush when you are drunk. A statue of someone is the same.
This bridge is like a rainbow. Water is as empty as air.
A leaf is floating in the misty rain. God teaches people to fly.
Side canopy. Make Jiang Feng.
Crab houses are uneven. Then smell the bell at dusk.
Fisherman's two poems, Lu You Jing Hu, cast two clear skies. A boat with a piece of glass.
Dance and sleep. Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus.
Chang 'an is exempt from paying homage to several officials. The fisherman lay awake, drunk as mud.
The smoking boat is small, but the fishing car is light. Pointing at Meishan is a little green.
Fisherman Zhenwu fished in an empty pool for no reason, but the fish was too big to do anything. Worried about dumping, fighting against ups and downs, everything is light but not deep.
Lingyang v Sanmen Six Stabs Beach Li Bai Sanmen Hengjun Beach, Six Stabs Go Waves. A stone tiger crouches, and a water dragon surrounds it.
Why worry about seven miles? It makes me want to throw a shot. Fisherman Zhang Songling caught fish happily in the storm, and the pine and cypress in the thatched cottage won the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, when the wind and waves rise, you must return. The fisherman in Zhang Yutai, brown as fur, bowed in twos and threes.
You can swim vertically, and the white waves of the Yangtze River never worry. Songjiang crab.
3. The poem describing fishing is 1. The word "Fisherman" written by Ning He in the Five Dynasties: "Bai Mudan stands out in the cold, and the grass wind gently shears the waves. Smoke screen, the day is prolonged, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to stir the fishing line. "
2。 Yu Zeng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, described the fishing scene in summer in "Smelling Li Duangong's fishing and sending him a gift in return": "There is no limit to lotus fragrance dyeing clothes, so where can Ruanlang get back to the boat?" I'm ashamed that I'm not as good as a couple, but I'm still going fishing in Los Angeles. "
3。 Du Fu's "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and all is silent in Jiang Chun in the long summer. We approached the seagulls in the water before the swallows went to church. The old lady draws paper for chess, and the young son knocks needles for hooks. The only thing that many diseases need is medicine, and micro-body is more desirable. "
4。 Meng Haoran's "Hope for Dongting Lake" "The August lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Just as I am sitting here watching a fisherman casting, I feel like a squid. "
5。 Ji Xiaolan's quatrains about fishing: "A fisherman is a fisherman, and a fisherman is a hook. When you clap your hands, you shout and laugh, and one person monopolizes a river. "
6。 Writing winter fishing poems, of course, is the first "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. "
7。 Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing": When the fishing boat returns, don't tie the boat, Jiangcun sleeps on the moon. Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. "
8。 There is a cloud in Lu You's poem "Casual Love"; "In spring, the flowers sing and bring wine, and on a moonlit night, the river throws poles".
9 "Huai East Lake in Autumn"-Lu You went fishing in a small stone beach near Yanhua Reservoir, and his pole fell several degrees against the oblique light.
10。 Take romance as escape, pursue ambition, take rainbow as silk, take bright moon as hook, and take unfaithful husband as bait. -Li Bai, a fisherman at sea
1 1。 Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou children learn to hang on nylon and sit aside with raspberries and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
4. Ask for an ancient poem about the moon and fish: 1. Full Moon Thinking Far [Tang] The sea of Zhang Jiuling rises with the bright moon, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. 2. Guan Shanyue Li Bai and Yue Ming went out of Guanshan, and the sea of clouds was boundless.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. 3. Drinking the bright moon alone Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
4. Gulangyu Travel Notes in Tang Dynasty. When Li Bai was a child, he didn't know the moon, so he was called white. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet? The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who brought the rice. The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?
Nine birds have fallen from the dust, and heaven and man are clear and safe. After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.
The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart. 5. How long is asking for the moon Li Bai in the sky? Today I stopped to ask a question. Can't climb the bright moon, but follow people when walking on the moon. As bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke disappears. But when you see the night coming from the sea, you'd better know if it has gone to the clouds. The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Today, people can't see the ancient moon, but this month, they once looked at the ancients. The ancients, like running water, could look at the bright moon. I only hope that the song is right for the wine and the moonlight shines on the golden urn. 6. Think of Don in the quiet night. The bright line between Li Bai and the foot of my bed was sinking again. I suddenly remembered my home. When I looked up, I found it was moonlight. 7. Shui Diao Ge Tou Shi (drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival, getting drunk) wrote this article.
Pregnant. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. 8. Zhang Chunjiang moonlit night, spring tide, the moon was born in the sea. It travels thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moonlight on the riverside. The river flows around Fangdian and the moonlight shines on the flowers and trees. Frost flows in the air, but the white sand on the pavilion is invisible. The river is clean, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky. Who saw the moon on the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life after life is endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang and Yue are waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds are drifting away, and the green maple is full of sorrow. Whose ship is sailing tonight, where can we miss the bright moon building? If you wander upstairs and around the moon, you should leave the cosmetic mirror. The jade curtain cannot be rolled up, but it can be brushed back on the anvil. At this time, you don't know each other. I hope the flowers will shine on you month by month. The swan goose will fly in the sky, and the fish will jump into the water before the dragon. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the spring did not return. The river dried up and the pond fell to the west. The slanting moon is full of sea fog. Hey hey? I don't know how many people will borrow the moon to return home and shake the trees all over the river. Fish: Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
-Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fisherman's Song" actually said that the taste of the family is beautiful, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang's "Idle Village" came from afar and left me a pair of carp.
-Han Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave" One night, the tide was full and the bass entered the pool at dawn. -Yuan Songxi "This is the way it is" A person crossing the river loves the beauty of bass.
You see a boat, going in and out in the storm. Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, with lotus leaves in the lotus, lotus leaves in the east, lotus leaves in the south, lotus leaves in the west, lotus leaves in the north and lotus leaves in the middle. Egrets fly in front of the West Hanshan Mountain, peach blossoms flow, mandarin fish fat, green bamboo shoots, oblique wind and drizzle, and you don't have to return to the lake here in August, which is in the same strain as heaven.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.
Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long. Xueyi Sprite, Fish Shadow Creek.
The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.
5. The poem about fishing is a boat with one hat and one boat, one inch hooked with a rod, one bottle of wine and one song, and one person catches a river alone. I would sit on a fishing rod and lie lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of sailing towards the sun in a small boat. "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man on the shore, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring and didn't even go home in the rain. " Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" said: "You can't cross the river, it will be stormy in February. The boat is inclined and the fish is high. Zhang, Zhu Zhihua, Ting Cao, Ting Blue robe, ask people who care about silk, and look at You Cao. " Chu Guangxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang in the fishing bay: "Catch a blue bay in spring, apricot blossoms are chaotic in spring, the pool is shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered." The word "Fisherman" written by Ning He in the Five Dynasties: "Bai Mudan stands out in the cold, and the grass wind gently shears the waves. Smoke screen, the day is prolonged, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to stir the fishing line. " Unlimited lotus fragrance dyed clothes, Ruanlang can't return to the boat. It's better to be ashamed than a couple. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and all is silent in Jiang Chun in the long summer. We approached the seagulls in the water before the swallows went to church. The old lady draws paper for chess, and the young son knocks needles for hooks. The only thing that many diseases need is medicine, and micro-body is more desirable. " Zhao Meng's "Fishing Songs": "Smoke waves are like boats, and the west wind falls in autumn. Gulls, proud princes, don't take the bait. " Several feet of silk fibers are suspended in the water,
Once the silver hook swings without a trace,
Fish dare not go to the emperor,
Long live the king. He only catches dragons.
6. Ancient poem about fishing 1, an old man fishing in Hanjiang River-Jiang Xue by Xue Liu Zongyuan.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
2. Tang Shen's complete set of fishing rods
Asahi gathers red smoke and hangs a pole to go to Lvchuan.
People suspect that sitting in the sky, fish hanging in the mirror.
Be alert when pushing, and guess every time you pull the hook by mistake.
Turbulent danger should ignore the jurisdiction, and the pool is quiet and wants to leave the boat.
It's still good to fish for jade, but it's not good for me to collect gold.
If you want to see bait, you will be greedy.
3. Tang Gaoshi Fishing Song
The winding shore has deep pools and mountains, and my eyes can't move.
The whole world wants to know his name, so he hasn't asked for a long time.
4. Tang Zhang's "Fishing Songs"
White flies in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
5. It's Hard to Go by Li Bai.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
6. Lu You's Autumn in the Suburb
Shan Yu is dripping with duck's head water, and the clouds are thin and scaly.
There's nothing funny. The feather fan is on a fishing boat.
7. Lu You's landscape poems and the scenery of Wangshui Town in the north.
The gull in the west wind is light, and the fishing boat is a sunset bridge.
Begging for painting is a book, and Sorin mangrove is an autumn boat.
8. Lu You's "Casual Send"
The flowers end in song, the spring wine is loaded, and the river is cast in the moonlight.
9, Ji Xiaolan "fishing quatrains":
One pole, one paddle, one boat, one fisherman and one hook.
A clap, a shout and a smile, one person monopolizes a river of spring water. "
10, Lv Mengzheng's Reading Longmen Mountain Earth House.
When entering the beach, the wind is rushing and the waves are flying, and the fishing rod catches the stone.
It is natural to say goodbye to the bait, and this heart will wait for the fish to come back after all.
Don Hu Lingneng's children fish.
A unkempt little boy learned to hang a ribbon and sat on the strawberry table next to him to reflect on himself.
On the way, I asked and waved. I was afraid the fish would be surprised.
12, Lin Dongting by Meng Haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Clouds and smoke rise, and Meng Meng Valley is called Yangcheng.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.