Poems about fishing

A boat hat, a boat, a rod and an inch hook. Sing a song and a bottle of wine, and catch a moon alone. I would sit on a fishing rod and lie lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of sailing towards the sun in a small boat. "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man on the shore, 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 and didn't even go home in the rain. " Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" said: "You can't cross the river, it will be stormy in February. The boat is inclined and the fish is high. Zhang, Zhu Zhihua, the grass of Ting and the blue robe of Ting ask people who care about silk, and look at You Cao. " Chu Guangxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang in the fishing bay: "Catch a blue bay in spring, apricot blossoms in spring, the pool is shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered." The word "Fisherman" written by Ning He in the Five Dynasties: "Bai Mudan stands out in the cold, and the grass wind gently shears the waves. Smoke screen, the day is prolonged, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to stir the fishing line. " Unlimited lotus fragrance dyed clothes, Ruanlang can't return to the boat. It's better to be ashamed than a couple. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and all is silent in Jiang Chun in the long summer. We approached the seagulls in the water before the swallows went to church. The old lady draws paper for chess, and the young son knocks needles for hooks. The only thing that many diseases need is medicine, and micro-body is more desirable. " Zhao Meng's "Fishing Songs": "Smoke waves are like boats, and the west wind falls in autumn. Gulls, proud princes, don't take the bait. " Several feet of silk fibers are suspended in the water,

Once the silver hook swings without a trace,

Fish dare not go to the emperor,

Long live the king. He only catches dragons.