Poetry about pleasant life in fishing village

Butterfly love flowers·Farewell to Li Gongze in late spring Song Dynasty: Su Shi?

The flowers fall by themselves without wind. In the lonely garden, old willows and cherries pass by. The setting sun is still shining, the mountains are green and the clouds are broken.

At the end of the road, people turn to the river and turn the helm. Xianyan fishing village, the moon is dark and the lights are alone. Relying on the flying soul to attract Chu, I miss you and you miss me.

Complaining about the closeness of love·The rain is clear and the air is refreshing. Song Dynasty: Liu Yong?

The rain is refreshing and the air is refreshing, standing at the river tower looking out. The clear and distant water generates light, and the dusk mountains overlap with towering green.

You can see the broken bridge in the distance, the secluded path, the faint fishing village, and the solitary smoke rising into the evening. In the setting sun. The pulse of Zhu Lan is quiet.

Depressed mood, like drunk before drinking. Endless sorrow. The dusk clouds have passed, the autumn light has faded, and old friends are thousands of miles away. He stared at the sun in the sky.

Good things are coming soon (Fishing Village is about to happen) Song Dynasty: Sun Jujing?

Buy out Yichuan Yun and unite woodcutter and fisherman to sing fishermen’s flute.

Don’t talk lightly about it, it will pollute the natural cold green.

Put the chrysanthemums through the short canopy and move the twigs, so there is no need to pick them when they are full of fragrance.

When you scratch your head, the sunset shadows are broken, and the silver is scattered thousands of feet.

Recalling the flute playing on the Phoenix Stage Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan?

The taste is sad. He named him Gupeng and asked me to give it to him.

The floating house in the water country is an ancient hidden fishing village, and wandering is used to occupying the depth of flowers.

I still remember that half of the pipa was wet and my shirt was green.

I don’t know how old the river is, but the peach leaves are still sighing when they cross the river.

Because of the excitement, when I woke up from a drunken dream, it was Shanyin.

When I was idle and tired, I called my husband and wife, but I fell into the reed flowers, and it was hard to find the common people.

The wind is faint, the clouds are dragging the snow, and the fishing is cold and clear alone.

Going back thousands of miles, misunderstandings and leaves spread across the world.

Yuan Lai is Taiyi Zhenren in the sky.

Qinyuanchun Song Dynasty: Lu You?

As soon as I say goodbye to Qin Tower, in the blink of an eye, the New Year is coming, and the lanterns are close again.

Recall the beautiful smile, the slender and soft grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warm and crisp snow.

I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness. I blame myself for never doing so in my life.

Do you know that the fragrance of Shu brocade gradually disappears, and the tears stain Wu Ling.

It is difficult to find a long rope that ties the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends.

But the wild geese are rising in the suburbs of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice.

The water surrounds the siege, and the smoke and clouds are dim. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb.

The place where the soul disappears is where the fish paper cannot be found and the orchid dream has no basis.