Poems describing delicious crucian carp

Poetry about crucian carp 1. What are the poems about fish?

1 .li yu

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Fish swim in the bamboo basket, ah, rich yellow cheeks also have small sand blowing. Enthusiastic hosts have plenty of wine, which is not only delicious but also big!

The fish went into the bamboo basket, and the beautiful Spanish mackerel had one head. The hospitable host has wine, not only the banquet is rich, but also the wine is mellow!

Fish call friends to bamboo cages, and catfish swim quickly to carp. The hospitable host has wine, which is not only delicious but also full of dishes! There are many things,

Vicky Jia! Good food is good taste, and there are all kinds of good food. The food should be as good as possible and the supply should be timely.

2. "Yong Bi Fish"

Tang Dynasty: Li Yuan

The scales are polished and the books are messy. Doubt leaks through the window, and the inkstone falls like a flowing spring.

Dive the river map and swallow the hook edge. B. Mo Yan has a small beard and eats nothing.

3. Chinese for "Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish"

Song: Mei

In spring, the small continent near the water gives birth to the buds of grass, willow trees spit on the shore and flowers fly.

At this time, puffer fish went on the market, and the price was very high, surpassing all fish and shrimp.

The puffer fish looks strange enough, and it has no food.

The belly is as big as a big pig, the eyes are prominent, and it is like a frog in Wu area.

4. Fish algae

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The fish is in the seaweed, and the big fat head swings around. Wang picked it in Beijing, and Huan was really comfortable to drink.

Where are the fish in the seaweed? The long tail is shaking. Where did Wang pick it in Beijing? The wine he enjoyed was really enjoyable.

The fish there are in algae, shad. Where the king is in Beijing, he is in a good place.

5. There are Jiayu in the south

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The south produces delicious fish, which wags its tail. There is wine at a gentleman's banquet, and guests are happy.

Fresh fish are produced in the south, and fish swim with the current. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests are at the banquet.

There is a branch bend in the south, and the gourd vine is tight. A gentleman's banquet includes wine, guests' banquet and peace.

Bo dove flies in the sky, gathering trees in all directions. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests drink heartily, replacing wine with cups.

Sentences related to fish

1. I hate prickly shad, tasteless begonia and unfinished Dream of Red Mansions. -Zhang Ailing

2. Men are water and women are fish.

3, don't say that fish have no tears, even if it flows into the whole sea, you have no idea.

You must be a quiet adult. Don't be emotional, don't miss it secretly, and don't look back. Fuck your other life. You should be obedient, not all fish will live in the same sea. -Haruki Murakami

Modern society is no longer an era of eat small fish and big fish, but an era of fast fish eating slow fish.

6. There is a kind of fish named Kun in the Northern Ghost. Kunda, thousands of miles away. Become a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away. Fly away angrily, its wings hang in the sky like clouds. -"Zhuangzi"

7, the bird loves the old forest, and the pond fish loses its source. -translated by Tao Yuanming

8. The fish took the bait, because the fish fell in love with the fisherman, and it was willing to make the fisherman smile with its own life.

2. What are the poems about fishing?

Fish Watching Tour (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi strolled around the pool to watch fish swimming, just like children fishing.

A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. Fish in the stream (Tang) Bai Juyi when the sea mulberry field wants to change, the wind and waves boil Tianchi.

Whales swallow jiaozi, waves turn into blood, and fish in deep streams are happy. Wang Changling, who was sent to (Tang Dynasty), was injured in Wuxi on winter night, and the herring fell into the snow.

Looking at the slanting moon in front of Wugang Road, the clouds in the boat are heading west. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.

Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. In Wang Qiu, Chang 'an (Tang Dynasty), the clouds and objects in Zhao Tuo were sad and clear, and the Han Palace Que moved in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground. Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners. In Huanxisha (Tang Dynasty), Du Fu watched fish in the dark red sun, even the village was dark and yellow children gathered in the night.

Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu.

3. What poems about carp do you know?

1, Carp Waves Scatter Moss Wind (Ming Pu 'an Zen Master "Timis Nangong Yunshan Map")

2, underwater sound blowing rain carp fly (Qian Mingzai, "Sub-topic Fu Jinghu send Zhang Yong")

3. Carp tail mixed with orangutan lips (Yu Diqu)

4. Carp Breeze in Chunpu (combined with Jane Wu Shanchang)

5, want to send acacia without carp (more than "Spring Night Speech")

6, carp wind swallow oblique (Xu "Huzhou music")

7. Carp jumps over Tianjiang (Wang Ming Yang Guang's "Zhuang You Feng Jian Zhu Ge Lao")

8, or carp wind (Yi "Yinjiang Fishing Song to Chen Zhongqian")

9. The carp is in a hurry at night (Ming Yangji's "Carp Mountain is blocked by the wind, very cold and rainy")

10, carp blowing red leaves in autumn (Yuan's Song of Picking Lotus)

1 1, carp can't be retired in autumn and wind (Yuan Haowen, Huanxisha)

12, carp cannot be returned in autumn (Yuan Haowen, Huanxisha)

13, I left a pair of carp (Yong "Great Wall Cave Drinking Horses")

14, fear of carp scaling (Yin Mingtang's Twenty-four Inscriptions)

15, Red Tip of Carp in the East China Sea (Song Shi Dao Chang's Fifty-seven Ancient Poems)

16, natural East China Sea carp (Songshi Daojiao pine bone)

17, received two koi fish (Hui "Song Fu Seventy-one").

18, East China Sea Carp Jumping from Longmen (thirty-six in Songshi Confucianism).

19, knocking over Donghai carp (ancestor, 42 songs)

20. Peach blossoms are in a hurry, but carp are old (Su's "Jinling 200 Miscellaneous Flowers")

2 1, left me a pair of carp (Han Han anonymous "Ma Yin Great Wall Cave Tour")

22. Maid Golden Plate [Fish Club] Carp (Wei's Song of Luoyang Girls)

23. The wind blows and the carp is old (Tang Li and "Jiang Lou Qu")

24. Nine hanging carp with Deng Hua (Tang Li and "Night Music")

25, carrying a pair of carp (don Wang Changling "solo").

26, to the evening carp wind (Song He's "Yi Xianzi/Ru Meng Ling")

27, carp wave on Ding Ning chop (turquoise Dazu "drunk/a mutual aid")

28. Carp-eating hooked apes come out of the group (Tang Li Shangyin's "I turn into rhyme and give seventy-two sentences to four roommates")

29, only for carp (Tang Lugui dream "Jiang Xing")

30. Fortunately, there are two carp (Qingnalanxingdemaozhai).

4. Poems describing many fish

Dai Shulun in the Tang Dynasty's "Lanxi Acura" "The cool moon hangs over Liuwan, and the more it shines in the mirror of Zhongshan. Peach blossoms rain in Lanxi in March, and carp come to the beach in the middle of the night. "

Li Bai's "Gift to Assistant Minister Cui" "The Yellow River three-foot carp is native to. If you don't make it a Jackie Chan, you will bring back every fish. "

Zhang Tang Dynasty's "Fishing Songs" "Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back. "

"Fish" by Wang Anshi in the Song Dynasty, "The car sings that the water around the shore is about to open, and the fish celebrate each other." No one has ever entered the Cangjiang River. How do you know the world is wide when you are dead? "

In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda's Perch, the orange and ginger were finely pounded, and the west wind blew the four-gill perch. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang. "

"Hankou Ci" A Qing Dynasty Xu Youting, "Don't just care about diet, people eat winter and moon well. Rice wine dumplings are good for midnight snack, and anchovies are delicious. "

Li Qunyu-Tangxin River

Tian Tian has eight or nine leaves scattered by the green pool. Tender and flat, the round shadow has covered the fish.

Duckweed can't cover up, it's weak and sparse. The bottom of the spring wave increases, and my heart is uncomfortable.

Cheng Zheng-Tanglianqu

Pomegranate skirt and brocade boat A mirage in Caihehai, Cuihu, and a sunset in Qingjiang.

Fish and birds contend, flowers and leaves are fragrant. I don't feel that it's dusk on Sunday, and Brother Ling is everywhere.

5. Poems about fishing on the river

So many, choose. Complete works of fishing poems (turn) (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, thousands of miles away 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 buzzing among the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the fishing bell. At the back of the report, Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of wei county, threw away his black veil to be an official. His sleeves were cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.