The highest level of fishing poetry is as follows:
"Children Fishing"
Hu Lingneng of the Tang Dynasty
A boy with a shaggy head learns fishing,< /p>
Sitting sideways and reflecting on the strawberries.
Passers-by asked and waved,
I was so scared that I didn’t respond.
"Songs of Lanxi River"
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay,
Looking through the mirror of the beautiful mountains in the middle of the country .
"The Incident in Jiangcun"
Sikong Shu, Tang Dynasty
After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up,
The moon sets in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep .
Even if the wind blows away all night,
it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night.
"Peach Blossom Stream"
Zhang Xu
The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke,
The fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji.
Peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long,
Where is the cave beside the clear stream.
"Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting Palace"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The lake in August is horizontal, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.
Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
"Fishing Bay"
Tang Dynasty·Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay in spring, the apricot blossoms are in bloom in deep spring.
When the pond is clear, the water is shallow, but when the lotus moves, you will know that the fish are scattered.
When the sun sets for my lover, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
"Fishing Song"
Tang Dynasty·Zhang Zhihe
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain,
Mandarin fish are fat with peach blossoms and flowing water.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats,
The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
"The Fisherman"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The fisherman stayed near the western rock at night,
at dawn he drank the clear water and burned the bamboos of Chu.
The cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise.
Oh, the mountains and rivers are green.
Looking back at the stream below the horizon,
The unintentional clouds on the rock are chasing each other.
"Traveler"
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
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 Xiaoxiao, and the letter from home arrives the following year.
Cangjiang River is full of smoke and moonlight, and the door is a fishing boat.