The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
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.
When I sit here and watch a fisherman throw a hook, I envy his catch in vain.
Appreciate:
There are many contradictions in one's life. Although the poet is a hermit, it is hard to resist the idea of seeking an official. Although he is full of complaints, he sings praises. In any case, this poem is still a masterpiece. Dongting Lake is calm, and Yueyang City is magnificent and extraordinary. The poet alluded to the scenery of Dongting Lake and made a pun. He euphemistically expressed his intention with the word "Ji": I want to be an official, but who can introduce me? My net has been knotted, but now, I am still a fish in the forest, watching people fishing alone!