What are the poems describing fishing?

1. What other poems are there about fishing?

What other poems are there about fishing? 1. What other poems are there about fishing?

1. "Diaoyu Bay" 》

Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi

Fishing in Green Bay in spring, the apricot flowers bloom in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

Translation:

Fishing in the green water bay in spring, spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in full bloom. The water in the pond is clear and shallow, and only when the lotus leaves are shaken can you see that the fish have dispersed. Waiting for close friends until sunset, tie up the boat and dock at the green poplar bank.

2. "The Play on the Lake"

Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian

The old man on the lake is sitting on the rock head, but the peach blossom water is flowing in the lake.

The bamboo pole curls up in endless waves, and I don’t know who will swallow my hook.

Translation:

An old man was sitting on the beach fishing, with peach blossoms floating on the water of the lake slowly flowing away. However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with him. Facing the beautiful scenery in front of him, No matter if a fish takes the bait or not.

3. "Children's Fishing"

Tang Dynasty: Hu Linneng

A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

Translation:

A child with disheveled hair and green face was learning how to fish as an adult by the river. He was sitting sideways in the grass, with his figure hidden by the weeds. When a passerby asked for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, fearing to disturb the fish and not daring to respond to the passerby.

4. "The Fisherman on the Huaihe River"

Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu

The white-headed man is on the waves, and the wind moves the family boat by boat.

A new one-foot bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren are blowing fire among the flowers.

Translation:

The boundless Huaihe River is rolling with white waves, and the white-haired fisherman makes his home on the boat. The breeze blows by the water, and fishing boats drift everywhere. The old fisherman had just caught a foot-long bass, and his children and grandchildren were busy blowing fire and eating among the flowers.

5. "Nanchi"

Tang Dynasty: Li Ying

The young man offered the bait to the woman to twist the silk, and the overflowing fragrant mash was poured into the fish.

At sunrise, two fishes are eating, and the family is laughing in Nanchi.

Translation:

The little boy is preparing fishing bait, the wife is rolling silk to make fishing lines, the husband is wrapped in a turban, and a pot full of turbid wine is next to him, emitting a strong aroma. The sun rose two poles high. It was the time when the fish were looking for food, and the fish bit the hook one after another. The family happily continued fishing in Nanchi.

2. What are the poems about fishing?

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. ——"Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan

A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river. ("Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" by Wang Shizhen

When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. - "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey" (Part 1) Li Bai

Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is nothing but envy for the fish - "Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting" by Meng Haoran

Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace, and no fish dares to face the emperor. , Long live the king only fishing for dragons. ——"Untitled" Jie Jin

Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind ——"Drunken Song on Stone Fish Lake" by Zheng Banqiao

A windy moon, a raincoat, my home is in the west of Diaotai - "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Lu You

Today I am accompanying Jiang Sou, sitting in Shatou fishing - "Fishing" Bai Juyi

3. What are the poems about fishing?

Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds have disappeared over thousands of mountains, and all traces of people have disappeared.

A man with a straw hat is alone in a boat. Fishing Alone in the Snow on the Cold River. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River (Qing Dynasty) Wang Shizhen, one man, one man, one man, one man, one foot, one foot of silk fiber, one foot of rain hook. .

Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.

The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

Children's Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to the Dongting. The lake in August is level, and the water is too clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.

Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good companion in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.

The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.

The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman stayed near the western rock at night, and at dawn he drew clear Xiang and burned Chu bamboo. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.

Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.

Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the mountain can be seen in the mirror.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.

The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace. No fish dares to face the emperor, long live the king only fishes for dragons.

Climbing Xian Mountain with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come again in this generation.

The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.

Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.

The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. Only pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.

Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.

The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.

Going to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.

The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.

Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.

Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.

Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.

There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.

If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The color of grass is in the new rain, and the sound of pine trees is heard outside the window.

This is so quiet and quiet that it is enough to make your heart and ears happy. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.

Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.

The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peaches and green willows hanging over the eaves. The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.

The crazy husband’s wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to give coral to others.

The dawn in the spring window extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when there was no reason to play, I only wore incense and sat there in makeup.

The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who pities the Yue girl, whose face is like jade, and the poor woman at the head of the river has her own yarn.

Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. Fishing Music Ding Hong The cicadas and warblers are playing on the trees, bees and crickets are chirping in the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the sound of fishing bells. I say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County by painting bamboos.

Zheng Banqiao Throwing away the black gauze and not being an official, the rustling of the bamboo leaves makes my sleeves cold; I write about a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind. Drunk Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface to Yuanjie Mansou made wine with rice from the public fields. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then.

In the midst of drunkenness, he went to the shore of the lake to pick up fish and get wine, and had the boat carry it, drinking all the people sitting there. When I was doubtful, I leaned on Ba Qiu and drank my wine on Junshan Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat.

Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, with summer water filling Junshan Spring. The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands.

The wind is blowing hard and the waves are strong all day long, so we can’t waste our time transporting the boats. I sit on Baqiu holding a long gourd and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow.

Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong. Water weighs a thousand.

Being in a thousand layers of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.

Tou Wei Tong. Not deaf.

Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red. Who is the same as one?

The bridge is like a rainbow. The water is empty.

A leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.

Side canopy. Make the river wind.

Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. Then hear the evening bell.

Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu overlooks the two blue skies. A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass.

Dance with a bow and sleep in a cocoon. Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus.

Chang'an doesn't have to pay homage to several ministers. The fisherman fell asleep drunk and did not wake up.

The smoke boat is small and the fishing car is light. Pointing to Meishan in the distance, it is a little green.

Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing in the middle of the pond is empty for no reason, and the fish is not handled by the big boat. Worry will overwhelm you, attack your ups and downs, take everything lightly and don't go too deep.

Lingyang Litigation Three Gates and Six Thorns Beach Li Bai Three gates are steep on the beach, and Six Thorns move the waves. The stone-shocked tiger crouched, and the water-like dragon hovered.

Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling enjoys the turmoil and fishing is leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage are already climbing.

In the waters of Taihu Lake and Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves arise and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe The fishermen in Diaotai made brown fur coats and made boats in twos, twos and threes.

If you can swing the boat and ride the current, you will never worry about the white waves of the Yangtze River. Songjiang Crab.

4. Poems about fishing

One man, one man, one boat, one foot of silk and one inch of hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and one person fishing alone. "I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun." "Egrets are flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are flowing in the water, and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle." Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" says: "The spring river cannot be crossed, and it is already stormy in February. The bow of the boat is tilted, and the fish are lying high. The flowers of Nagisa are in plain brocade, and the green robes are messed up with grass. I am joking about fishing, and I see you leisurely. "Chu Guangxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, sang in "Fishing Bay": "Fishing in Green Bay. In spring, the apricot blossoms are in bloom, the pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. "The poem "The Fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The herons are standing in the cold grass, and the waves are gently cut by the grass wind.

The smoke curtains, the sun goes late, the fragrance attracts the hibiscus and attracts the fishing line. "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, where can Ruan Lang get the boat to return. He feels inferior to the mandarin duck couple, but they still have to fish close to the beach. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Changxia River is quiet in spring. The swallows come and go in front of the hall, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. Medicine is all that is needed for many illnesses, but there is more to the micro-body. "Zhao Meng's "Fisher's Song": "The mist is like a boat, and the west wind is blowing trees across the lake in autumn. The gulls and herons are members of the alliance, and they are proud of the princes. They don't care if the bass doesn't take the bait. "Several feet of silk are hanging in the water,

The silver hook is swung away without a trace,

No fish dares to face the emperor,

Long live the king only fishes for dragons.

5. What are the poems that describe fishing scenes?

1. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the autumn river. - Qing Dynasty: Wang Shi's "Zhenti Qiujiang". Fishing Alone"

Translation: Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in autumn.

2. The sunset sends the fishing boat home. Mandarin fish fat. ——Song Dynasty: He Zhu's "The Fishing Boat Returns·The Green Spring Is Deep and Good for Dyeing Clothes"

Translation: As the sun sets in the west, the sunset on the lake sends (my) fishing boat home, and the mandarin fish are in the water. The fish is getting fat.

3. A man in a boat with a straw hat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river - Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"

Translation: A lone boat on the river, a fisherman wearing a raincoat. Dai Li; Fishing alone, not afraid of ice and snow

4. Walking around the pond to watch the fish swimming, it is time for children to fish in the boat - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Watching Fish"

Translation: I was leisurely watching the fish swimming freely in the water, and happened to encounter a child playing with the fishing boat.

5. Jiabi fished for the old man, and the fish forgot the trap. - Wei Jin. ：Ji Kang's "Giving Scholars to Enter the Army·Fourteen"

Translation: I can't help but admire the fisherman in "Zhuangzi" who caught the fish and forgot about the wind (fishing tool)

6. After returning from fishing, I did not tie up the boat, but the moon set in Jiangcun and I was sleeping. ——Tang Dynasty: Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jishi"

Translation: After returning from fishing, I was too lazy to tie up the rope. Let the fishing boat drift in the wind; at this time, the waning moon has set in the west, and I am sleeping peacefully.

7. There is a bamboo scroll in the south of the house, and he went to the stream to work as a fisherman. - Tang Dynasty: Li He. "Thirteen Poems in the South Garden"

Translation: There is a bamboo forest in the south of the house. I can cut it into green slips and write on it. When I get old, I will just be a fisherman by the stream.

8. Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, and harp by the stream - Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: Picture of Autumn in the Western Mountains"

Translation: Walking in the Clouds and Mountains. , fishing on the head of the stream, playing the piano by the stream, it is so happy.

9. The rain is like hanging on the Xianyang Bridge, and the fishing boats are separated by ten thousand points of sky. - Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun's "Xianyang". "Value for the Rain"

Translation: It rained on the Xianyang Bridge. The drizzle was swaying in the wind, like a crystal curtain hanging in the air; the moored fishing boat was covered by this continuous crystal curtain. The curtain blocks the way, like smoke and pictures.

10. Lazy learns to grow melons from Qingmen, only spending time fishing. ——Song Dynasty: "Partridge Sky· Lazy learns to grow melons from Qingmen".

Translation: Not willing to go near the capital, like Shaoping in the early Han Dynasty, planting melons outside Qingmen in Chang'an, just hoping to spend the time fishing.

6. What are the poems about "fishing"

1. "Fishing Bay" by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty Fishing in Green Bay in spring, deep in spring, apricot flowers bloom. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

2. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

3. "Fishing" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. A long whistle came near the water, and suddenly I thought about the beginning of the tenth year. Three times he ascended to rank A and B, and one entered Chengming House. There are many changes in floating life, and there are ups and downs in external affairs. Today I am accompanying Mr. Jiang, sitting on the sand head fishing.

4. "Children's Fishing" by Hu Lingneng of the Tang Dynasty. A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the reflection of strawberries and moss. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

5. "Traveler" by Tang Dumu There is no good company in the hotel, and the love is quiet.

The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep. The distant dream returns and invades the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the next year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.

Fishing refers to fishing with a fishing rod: fishing by the stream is commonly known as "fishing". It is one of the sports activities. The activity of catching fish from rivers, lakes, seas and reservoirs using fishing rods, hooks, fishing lines and other tools. There are two categories of freshwater fishing and sea fishing. The former has bottom fishing, flowing water fishing, middle layer fishing and other techniques; the latter has two methods: shore fishing and boat fishing.

7. What are the ancient poems describing fishing?

"Children's Fishing" by Hu Linneng

A child with a shaggy head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberry grass.

Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, fearing that the fish will be frightened and not respond.

"Jiuquanzi" by Pan Lang of the Song Dynasty

I remember the West Lake for a long time, leaning on the railing upstairs all day long see.

There are fishing boats in twos and threes, and it is autumn on the island.

There is no wind, automatic jade beads in the water, rising hooks, fish jumping in the air among the green leaves

-----"Summer Fishing and Poking the Arch" Old Man

Fishing Song "Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty"

In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.

Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

8. What are the poems about fishing?

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

——"Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan A coir raincoat, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river.

("Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River") Wang Shizhen came to fish on the Bixi River in his leisure time, and suddenly he was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun. - "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey" (Part 1) Li Bai sat and watched the fishermen. I am envious of fish.

- "Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting" Meng Haoran swung several feet of silk into the water, and the silver hook swung away without a trace. No fish dared to face the emperor, but long live the king only fished for dragons. ——"Untitled" Xie Jin writes about taking a thin bamboo and using it as a fishing pole on the river in the autumn wind

——"Preface to Drunken Songs on Stone Fish Lake" Zheng Banqiao has a pole in the wind and moon, a raincoat in the mist, and his home is on Diaotai. Living in the west. ——"Magpie Bridge Immortal" Lu You came to accompany Jiang Sou and sat fishing in Shatou. ——"Fishing" Bai Juyi.

9. Poems about fishing

Complete collection of fishing poems:

Jiang Xue

(Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan

Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and human traces have disappeared from thousands of paths.

A lone boat and a man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river.

Picture of Fishing Alone in the Autumn River

(Qing Dynasty) Wang Shizhen

A coir, a hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.

A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.

Yugezi

(Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe

In front of the Xizhai Mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat.

Green bamboo hats, Green raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.

Fishing Bay

Chuguangxi

Fishing in green bends in spring, deep in spring, apricot flowers are in bloom. The pond is clear and the water is doubtful Shallow,

The fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar bank is green.

Children's fishing

Hu Lingneng

Peng A childish boy is learning fishing, sitting sideways on a strawberry grass.

Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, fearing that the fish will be frightened and not respond.

Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting Palace

Meng Haoran

The level of the August Lake is mixed with the clear water. The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to save yourself without a boat, you will live in Shaoyang Ming. Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is nothing but envy for the fish.

Hotel

Du Mu

There is no good company in the hotel, and the love is quiet. In the cold lamp, I think about the past and break up. The wild geese sleep in sorrow.

The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the next year. The Cangjiang River is full of smoke and moon, and the door is tied to a fishing boat.

The Fisherman

Liu Zongyuan

A fisherman sleeps beside a western rock at night. At dawn, he draws clear water and burns bamboos. The cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise.

There is a sound of green mountains and rivers. Looking back at the skyline and the middle stream, there are unintentional clouds chasing each other on the rock. .

Peach Blossom Stream

Zhang Xu

The flying bridge is faintly separated by the wild smoke, and the fishing boats are fishing on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms are all over the sun. Follow the flowing water, where is the cave on the clear stream?