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Poetry about the beauty of fishing

1. Poems about fishing and scenery 1. Complete fishing poems (turn) (Tang) Liu Zongyuan's "A thousand paths without footprints, birds in the mountains".

Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. 2. Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map (Qing): Wang Shizhen has a boat with a withering hat and a silk hook with rain.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. 3. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Zhangxizhai Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are 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. 4. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi fishing youth comes, spring is deep and apricot blossoms are chaotic.

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.

5. Children Fishing Hu Lingneng's unkempt head Children learn to hold onto nylon tightly and sit beside raspberry moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

6. On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran came here on the eighth day of the first month. The lake was crystal clear and integrated with the air in 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. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

7. Staying in Du Mu's lonely pub, 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.

8. Fisherman Liu Zongyuan had an old fisherman who spent the night here. Under the western cliff, Xiaoxiang 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. 9. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faintly flies wild smoke, and the fishing boat asks about the west coast of Los Angeles.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream? 65438+

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. 1 1. Lanxi's best Dai Shulun hangs Liuwan eyebrows in the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror becomes clearer and clearer.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. 12. The fishing couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach collapsed like a cloud, and their fishing tackle was returned to Shilou.

The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught. 13. Untitled (Ming) Throw a few feet of silk fiber into the water and the silver hook disappears without a trace. All the fish are afraid to go to the emperor. Long live the king who only catches dragons.

14. Climb the Wild Goose Mountain with my friend Meng Haoran, and the world will go back and forth. 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.

15. Qiu chong (Wang Wei) lives in the mountains, and stands in the autumn evening on the empty mountain 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.

16. Send a monk to the source you are destined to find. Now, it's like a dream. 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.

17. Wei replied: "Time and tide wait for no man, only the worries of ten thousand people." . 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.

2. Poems about fishing and scenery 1. Complete works of fishing poems (turn)

Xue Jiang

Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

Thousands of birds have flown away, and a thousand roads have no footprints.

Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow.

2. Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map.

(Qing) Wang Shizhen

A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.

3. Yugezi

Zhang (Late Tang Dynasty)

Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

4. Fishing Bay

Chu Guangxi

Fishing Qingqu in spring, apricot blossoms in spring. The pool is clear and the water is shallow.

Lotus moves fish powder. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.

5. Children go fishing

Hu Lingneng

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.

Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

6. Prime Minister Zhang is in Dongting Lake.

meng haoran

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.

7. boarding

Du Mu

There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

8.fisherman

liu zongyuan

The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog.

This is a green landscape. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.

9. Taohuaxi

Xu Zhang

A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?

10. Jiangcun is that thing.

Sikongshu

Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.

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.

1 1. Lanxi best.

Dai Shulun

Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.

12. Mink donkey

pi rixiu

Yanling beach collapsed like a cloud, and the fishing tackle was put on the stone floor.

The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught.

13. Untitled

(Ming) Jie Jin

A few feet of silk fell into the water, and the silver hook swung without a trace.

All the fish are afraid to go to the emperor. Long live the king who only catches dragons.

14. Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends.

meng haoran

When things change, time is often the time to form 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.

15. Autumn moth living in the mountains

(Wang Wei)

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

16. Send monks back to Japan

Qian Qi

You can come to China whenever you have the opportunity; The road is foggy and the ship is sailing in a dream. 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.

17. Answer to Deputy Magistrate Zhang

Wang Wei

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things. 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.

3. The poem of the fisherman's beauty is 1, and the title is Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map.

Author: (Qing) Wang Shizhen

A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.

2, children fishing

Author: (Tang)

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.

Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

3. Prime Minister Zhang is in Dongting Lake.

Author: (Tang) Meng Haoran

4. Residence

Author: (Tang) Du Mu

There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

4. The sentence describing the fishing scenery is 1, so I chose a big earthworm to wear on the hook and thought: it must be a big fish that eats big earthworm. I brewed for a while, concentrated on my right arm and threw the fishing line into the middle of the river. The ripples on the river made my eyes ache, but no fish took the bait. I was very angry and sat on the stone.

Alas, the float is a little heavy. Obviously, he held his breath and pulled up the fishing rod with ecstasy. A lively, big and fat fish appeared in front of him. Yao Ming stood up excitedly. He took the struggling fish off the fishing rod, put it in the fish basket, and sat down to continue fishing. But I can't calm down. I can't help looking at the fish in the fish basket. He forced himself to calm down. There are bigger fish in the back. He finally calmed down and went on fishing.

After a while, I saw that the float seemed to be moving. I shouted happily, "The fish is hooked." When it moved again, I quickly lifted the fish tank. I was surprised to see a small stick fish. Although a little disappointed, I am still happy.

Grandpa motioned for me to be quiet and pointed to the water. As soon as I saw it, the fish under the pole disappeared, and I was so nervous that all the fish were hooked. The fish was so strong that it pulled me forward that I lost my center of gravity and cried in utter amazement.

5. I sat by the fish pond, picked up the fishing rod, put fish food on it and threw it at the colorful fish. White fish food looms in the school of fish. A little goldfish stared at my fish food-I ate it and spit it out. I tried to keep the fishing rod still and let the fish feel that the fish food was sprinkled by the fish farmers. Soon, the little goldfish was tricked into swallowing the bait I unhurriedly raised the fishing rod.

6. As soon as I saw it, a lively and jumping fish was hooked. This big fish is about 5 inches long, and its silver scales are shining in the sun. It is struggling desperately, and I am secretly complacent. I walked carefully to the recovery line, and the fishing rod was pulled into a meniscus.

7. I learned from others, grabbed a ball of fish food, put it on the hook, and ate it in a short time. I can't wait to throw the bait. Suddenly, the water splashed everywhere, and ripples appeared on the water surface, and the ripples continued to spread around. I waited quietly. I thought I had everything. Who knows the buoy has been floating in the water, motionless.

8. I picked up the fishing rod and wanted to throw it out. It really worked. Next is the fishing stage, and my eyes are fixed on the buoy in the water. I still know that fish will bite you when you sink. Suddenly, the buoy sank. I immediately raised the fishing rod, but it was still late. The fish ran away and the bait was eaten by the fish.

9. I remember my father's words and watched the float patiently. When the float moved a little, my father instructed me: don't worry, ignore it first. After waiting for a while, when the float touched the bottom, my father said, "Lift!" " "I suddenly lifted the fishing rod with my father's password on it. At the moment I lifted the fishing rod, my hand felt something pulling it down hard and the fishing rod was bent. I shouted with joy: "Wow! I caught a fish! "

10 He found a clearing and sat down, clutching the fishing rod with both hands, carefully throwing the hook into the water, staring at the float, and sitting carefully for fear of scaring the fish away. Soon, he was sweating like a pig.

There are many poems about fishing. Choose from them. 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 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.

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.

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.

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 is fresh because of the rain, and there is the music of pine trees by your window.

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.

Yuan Jie, a drinking song by Shiyu Lake, had a full meal. When he had a rest, he held the wine on the lake and got drunk. Drunk, according to the introduction of the lake shore, the fish took the wine, so that it was carried on the boat and drunk everywhere.

I suspect that Baqiu leans on Junshan, the philosophers sit around Dongting Lake, the wine boats touch the waves, and people come and go to write songs for a long time. Shiyu Lake is like Dongting Lake, and Junshan is full of spring in summer.

The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, we can't waste manpower to transport ships.

I have a long-necked gourd, and I happily pour drinks in all directions on Ba Island, without caring. Sauvignon Blanc travels on the earth.

Water weighs 1000 pounds. In the midst of thousands of clouds and waters.

Yueming fishing tube. The head is still young.

Not deaf. You can blush when you are drunk.

A statue of someone is the same. This bridge is like a rainbow.

Water is as empty as air. A leaf is floating in the misty rain.

God teaches people to fly. Side canopy.

Make Jiang Feng. Crab houses are uneven.

Then smell the bell at dusk. Fisherman's two poems, Lu You Jing Hu, cast two clear skies.

A boat with a piece of glass. Dance and sleep.

Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus. Chang 'an is exempt from paying homage to several officials.

The fisherman lay awake, drunk as mud. The smoking boat is small, but the fishing car is light.

Pointing at Meishan is a little green. Fisherman Zhenwu fished in an empty pool for no reason, but the fish was too big to do anything.

Worried about dumping, fighting against ups and downs, everything is light but not deep. Lingyang v Sanmen Six Stabs Beach Li Bai Sanmen Hengjun Beach, Six Stabs Go Waves.

A stone tiger crouches, and a water dragon surrounds it. Why worry about Qili Sese, which makes me want to cast a shot? My father Zhang Songling likes fishing in the storm, and the pine and cypress in the thatched cottage win.

Taihu Lake, Dongting Lake, turbulent wind and waves, three "Zhang Xu Gui Yu Tai", brown is autumn, written in twos and threes.

6. What sentences describe "fishing scenery"? 1. I don't think fishing is more interesting than surfing.

2. The unique light rain in the south of the Yangtze River is not only raining, but also fishing.

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