Fishing boats sing late (poems with pictures)

After dinner, I took a walk by the river, just in time for sunset, and the sunset reflected the whole river. There was a breeze on the river, and a fishing boat swam by, glowing with golden light. This painting is both beautiful and warm.

Suddenly, I saw a dog on the fishing boat, running briskly from the bow to the stern, and then running from the stern to the fisherman's side, circling around the fisherman happily.

So, I quickly captured the scene of this man's dog and fishing boat frolicking. Moved by this warm picture, I watched them canoe wave by wave, sowing fishing nets one by one, that is, sowing the hope of harvest one by one, and a ray of poetry suddenly came to my mind, so I remembered it, regardless of whether the rhyme was neat or not.

The sunset is drunk, and the river is full of night.

Starlight shatters ripples.

People and dogs are quiet, boating and chasing waves.

Fishing songs are full of singing and returning home.