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Poems of fishing songs in the evening

1. One of the ancient poems "Fishing Boat Singing Late" is "Preface to Tengwang Pavilion", which is composed of beautiful guzheng strings.

Green songs sway with the wind, and clear water wears waves. Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.

The lakes and mountains are full of fish and boats, dreaming of being a guest fairy in the south of the Yangtze River. The second part of "Fishing boats sing late" lies on the river, crossing Ayabeni with a faint cloud.

The net sweeps the fish and lifts the fine waves, and the bamboo raft breaks the water and rolls the breeze. Branches chase the new moon, and a little lonely light shines in the dusk.

Jing basket laughs, cormorants rest, fishermen get drunk. The third part of "Fishing Boat Singing Late" is a story about the sunset in the distant mountains and the half-river red, and Lu Hua in Lu 'an.

Fame and fortune are unintentional, and twilight is intentional. Raise a glass, Mo Wen Xiaoxiang Moon, invite Beidou.

Who sings late when the boat lights are swaying, and beats the old fisherman in the wind. The fourth part of fishing boat sings late, the green hills reflect the sunset glow, and the clear water, fish and grass are fragrant.

A few light clouds faded with dusk, and a leisurely heron called a Long song. The boat has a faint view of Qian Fan, and the winding waves are sailing leisurely in the Wan Li.

A box full of fishing love letters, endless and happy toasts. The "fishing boat sings late" five families live in Taohuayuan, and they have their own lotus root fresh water at four o'clock.

Catch fish with a silver net in the morning and sleep with the clouds and waves on the moon at night. Six-foot poles open thousands of hectares of waves, and sails are full in all directions.

Green hills and cypresses are neighbors, a fishing song, seagulls and herons are dancing. Fishing boats sing late, the first song, leaving a leaf in a canoe to carry blue waves and jasper to open the sky.

Light and tender grass river language, astringent wind and summer sleep. Turn the wine into an ancient rhyme, and there are new strings in the wind.

The sunset is drunk at dusk and the dream lake is far away. The seventh part of Fishing Boat Singing Late is an auspicious cloud dotted with dusk smoke, with blue waves rippling in the sky.

Striking strings and melodies are bleak and melodious. Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.

The night view of the lake reflects the mountains, and the beautiful songs are dancing and laughing. The eighth part of "Fishing Boat Singing Late" is that Xia Hong weaves a chain to reflect the waves, and Biliu spins silk to make a fishing boat.

Singing late, my heart was boiling, and the strings trembled and rushed to my throat. The cool breeze sends the rhyme of Yaotai, just like Tao Yin's silence in the East China Sea.

Although I was in a hurry, I hung the Milky Way and Zheng Ranyue hung the treetops. The ninth song of "Fishing boats sing late" sets the sun, and the blue sky is reflected in the fish scales.

Sailing shadows have long gone with the wind, and fishing boats are full of pictures. Clouds are quietly moored on the shore of the heart, drunk by the rainbow alone.

The cold water caressed Zheng's song into the night sky. On the tenth day of "Fishing boats sing late", the Qingjiang River is full of clouds, and the golden lotus embroidery shines.

A flying boat was rocked by the waves and three herons were playing with their feathers. Loud fishing songs cross thousands of waves, and the shadows on the shore pierce the eyes.

The intoxicating beauty surprises the moon, and the wonderful pen is difficult to hook into rhyme. On the eleventh day of "Fishing boats sing late", the moon was sinking in the west, and wild cranes returned to their nests to plunder the secluded forest.

Luting and Polygonum cuspidatum are fragrant, while Zhu Fu and Lu Feng are singing with the guests. The misty sunset urges you away, and the trickle invites you home.

A cluster of elegant rhymes spread out the frost night, and the fishing fire sang for a long time. "Fishing boat sings late" Twelve sunsets caress the top of the column, and the sunset draws water with the glow.

The shadow of the raft drags on the lantern night, and the sound of the long net blocks the river. Fish songs are graceful, silver baskets are flashing, and waves are full of joy.

The fisherman in Jiaolong was drunk and sat on the beach in the distance watching the boat. On the thirteenth day of fishing boat singing late, I was sent home at sunset, and my son was sailing on the river.

A fishing song, a smoky island, is full of blue waves. The spring scenery in Yuguang Mountain is a few degrees, and the winter grass is frosted.

The heart of life is not old in the wind and rain, and eating grass on the moon is crazy. "Fishing boats sing late" 14 The sunset covers Lancang, and the thin shadow is horizontal and oblique.

The water reflects the clear waves to calm down, and the wind blows the willow bank to dress up. Long beach full of sorrow, shallow waves rocking the boat, long rhyme.

The stream turns into a sunny day, and the fishing songs ripple and hide in Pingyang. "Fishing boats sing late" On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Qingjiang River was lazy as the sunset, and the fishing boat was shadowed.

The scenery is light and the flowers are Zui Xiang when the paddle is slowly shaken. Thousands of blackbirds in the forest are in a hurry, and a little bit of rain is crazy.

Stroking Yao Zheng's idle fingers, flying like jade beside the strings. "Fishing boats sing late" Sixteen mountains frolic and fall into the river, and the bottom of the water is red.

Koi fish shook his head, set off a fine wave, and the osprey tried to move the breeze. Return to the heron and chase the waves to the sea, and the sunset will last forever.

Before the basket was filled with laughter, the oil lamp still shone on the fisherman. "Fishing boats sing late" 17 Xia Hong dyed the river day by day, and colorful Ling Bo was at home.

When the fishing boat shakes the jade mirror, several drainage herons play in the clouds. The shadow of the sparse forest falls on the quiet mountain, and the autumn rhyme rings with the evening flute.

Don't sigh and lean on the crane, the sunset shines on the saddle. "Fishing boats sing late" 18, Yun Hou sent a passenger ship, and a line of mud and tears spilled on the beach.

The canoe went north, returned to the frontier fortress, and the geese flew south, flying into the distant sky. Don't leave your bitterness here, tell your joys and sorrows another day.

In the evening, the sails are scattered and the sunset is exhausted, looking back at the long moonlight in Dongshan.

2. The poem that the fishing boat sings late:

Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

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Tengwangge _ Baidu Chinese Foreword

[Author] Wang Bo

[Full text] Zhang Yu old county, Hongdu new home. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected with Lu Heng. Three rivers and five lakes in Jin, controlling barbarians and attracting Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon lamp shoots the bull fighting market; Outstanding people, Xu Ru got off Chen Fan's couch. Xing Chi Cai Jun Xiongzhou fog column. At the turn of summer, the host and guest are all in the southeast. The commander-in-chief Gong Yanyi is elegant, and the halberd is in the distance; Fan Yi of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten days holiday, win friends like a cloud; Welcome to the wedding. Teng Jiao, a poet of Meng; Purple electric paste is General Wang's armory. Home is slaughter, Tao is name; What does a boy know? Bowing is always the winner.

When Wei is in September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. The water is cold and the pool is clear, and the smoke is purple. Yan Yan is on the road, visiting the scenery, and worshipping; Close to Emperor Cheung Chau, you will see the old pavilion where heaven and man are integrated. Mountains and clouds are heavy; Feige is full of blood, and there is no land under it. Heting ancient bamboo, the haunt of poor islands; Gui Dian Lan Gong is the posture of hills.

3. You can choose poems that can match the late fishing songs and guzheng music from a paragraph or full text of Preface to Wang Tengting.

Preface to Teng Wangge Tang Wangbo is in Hongdu New Residence, Zhangjia County. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected with Lu Heng.

Three rivers and five lakes in Jin, controlling barbarians and attracting Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon lamp shoots the bull fighting market; Outstanding people, Xu Ru got off Chen Fan's couch.

Xing Chi Cai Jun Xiongzhou fog column. At the turn of summer, the host and guest are all in the southeast.

The commander-in-chief Gong Yanyi is elegant, and the halberd is in the distance; Fan Yi of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten days holiday, win friends like a cloud; Welcome to the wedding.

Teng Jiao, a poet of Meng; Purple electric paste is General Wang's armory. Home is slaughter, Tao is name; What does a boy know? Bowing is always the winner.

(Zhang Yu Old County: Nanchang Old County) It was September, and the sequence belonged to Sanqiu. The water is cold and the pool is clear, and the smoke is purple.

Yan Yan likes to walk on the road and watch the scenery to worship Afghanistan. Near the Emperor Changzhou, it is the old fairy temple.

Mountains and clouds are heavy; Feige is full of blood, and there is no land under it. Heting ancient bamboo, the haunt of poor islands; Gui Dian Lan Gong is the posture of hills.

(Level 1 work: platform; That is Okada Kazuo: Leoca; A masterpiece of heaven and man: immortal) embroidered, the mountain is full of its differences, and Kawasawa is bold and unrestrained. Yan Lu, the hometown of Zhong Mingding's delicious food; Ge boat maze, the fat of green finch and Huanglong.

Clouds selling rain Ji, colorful. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Fishing boats sing late, the coastal sound is poor, the array is cold, and the sound breaks Hengyang Pu. (shaft connection: fat; Maze 1: Mizin; Yunmai Yuji, the first work in the float area is Ming Yi: Rainbow sells Yuji, and the float is far away and easy to fly.

Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds. There are bamboos in Suiyuan, which makes Peng Ze angry. Shui Ye Zhu Hua, a pen shining in Linchuan.

Four beautiful things, two are difficult to combine. Poor in the sky, leisure is very entertaining.

The sky is vast and the universe is infinite; Joy begets sorrow and knowledge is empty. Looking at Chang 'an in the sun, the martial arts will meet in the clouds.

The terrain is deep in the South Pole, high in Tianzhu and far from Beichen. It is difficult to climb mountains and mountains, and whoever loses his way is sad; Meet by chance, full of foreign guests.

When I miss the emperor, what year was I in the mysterious room? (Yao Chang works: Yao Yin Fuchang) Wow! Bad luck, bad luck. Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal.

Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Is there no time to escape from Hongliang to Haiqu? A gentleman plays it by ear and knows the world. When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky.

I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late.

Meng has noble taste and is free to serve the country; Ruan Ji is crazy, how can he cry to the end of the road! (Seeing the opportunity: An Pin) Bo, a scholar with a short life of three feet. There is no way to ask for it, and the final army will be weak; With a pen and a bosom, Mu Zong is Changfeng.

Give up hair for a hundred years, and Wan Li will faint in the morning. It is not a treasure tree in Xie Jia, but a neighbor of Montessori.

He is becoming more and more palace, and he is accompanying carp; Today, I hold my hand and hope to hold the Longmen. Yang Yi doesn't pick up, caresses Lingyun and cherishes himself; What's shameful about playing with running water at the clock meeting? Ho ho! There are not many resorts, so it is difficult to have a grand feast; Lanting is gone, Zize Xu Qiu.

Farewell words, thanks to Wei Wei; Climbing high to make a contribution is to hope the public. Dare to exhaust feelings, be respectful and short-quoted; All the words were given, and all four rhymes were done.

Please sprinkle the Panjiang River, and all parties pour their clouds: Linjiang Pearl, singing and dancing. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

This poem is about a fishing boat and an old fisherman who spent the night here. Under the western cliff, Xiao Xiang burned bamboo.

The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters.

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

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.

Fishermen on Diaoyutai have dark skin.

Ships in twos and threes.

Can control the current,

The white waves of the Yangtze River have never been worried.

Master Huan of Songjiang Crab House,

Rice and soup are also rice.

Maple leaves fall, flowers dry up,

Drunk fishing boats don't feel cold.

The fishing platform is high by the sea, and the fishing line should be arranged on the platform.

When your eyes are still watching the ups and downs, when you are better at fame and fortune?

The sky is drizzling and empty.

If Yanling once lived here, it is not surprising that Tongjiang had sex.

Wave after wave, hemp fiber fishing line, Jin Lin in the depths, thousands of feet must also hang down.

Throwing and swallowing, doubting the letter, fishing late. Shui Han is quiet, with green hills everywhere. Take the moon home.

5. It can be matched with the poems of the late music of fishing songs and guzheng, and it can be matched with the late music of fishing songs and guzheng.

You can choose a paragraph or an entire article from Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion.

Tengwangge Tang Wang Boxu

Zhang Yu old county, Hongdu new home. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected with Lu Heng. Three rivers and five lakes in Jin, controlling barbarians and attracting Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon lamp shoots the bull fighting market; Outstanding people, Xu Ru got off Chen Fan's couch. Xing Chi Cai Jun Xiongzhou fog column. At the turn of summer, the host and guest are all in the southeast. The commander-in-chief Gong Yanyi is elegant, and the halberd is in the distance; Fan Yi of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten days holiday, win friends like a cloud; Welcome to the wedding. Teng Jiao, a poet of Meng; Purple electric paste is General Wang's armory. Home is slaughter, Tao is name; What does a boy know? Bowing is always the winner. (A work of the old county town of Zhang Yu: Nanchang County)

When Wei is in September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu. The water is cold and the pool is clear, and the smoke is purple. Yan Yan likes to walk on the road and watch the scenery to worship Afghanistan. Near the Emperor Changzhou, it is the old fairy temple. Mountains and clouds are heavy; Feige is full of blood, and there is no land under it. Heting ancient bamboo, the haunt of poor islands; Gui Dian Lan Gong is the posture of hills. (Level 1 work: platform; That is Okada Kazuo: Leoca; A masterpiece of heaven and man: immortal)

Embroidered and carved, Yamahara is full of vision, and Kawasawa is bold and unrestrained. Yan Lu, the hometown of Zhong Mingding's delicious food; Ge boat maze, the fat of green finch and Huanglong. Clouds selling rain Ji, colorful. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. Fishing boats sing late, the coastal sound is poor, the array is cold, and the sound breaks Hengyang Pu. (shaft connection: fat; Maze 1: Mizin; Ming Yi's masterpiece "Cloud Selling Rain: Rainbow Selling Rain, Float Qu Yun" in the float area.

The distance is smooth and it is easy to fly. Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds. There are bamboos in Suiyuan, which makes Peng Ze angry. Shui Ye Zhu Hua, a pen shining in Linchuan. Four beautiful things, two are difficult to combine. Poor in the sky, leisure is very entertaining. The sky is vast and the universe is infinite; Joy begets sorrow and knowledge is empty. Looking at Chang 'an in the sun, the martial arts will meet in the clouds. The terrain is deep in the South Pole, high in Tianzhu and far from Beichen. It is difficult to climb mountains and mountains, and whoever loses his way is sad; Meet by chance, full of foreign guests. When I miss the emperor, what year was I in the mysterious room? (Jin Yao Fuchang is a work: Yao Yin Fuchang)

Ha ha! Bad luck, bad luck. Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Is there no time to escape from Hongliang to Haiqu? A gentleman plays it by ear and knows the world. When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky. I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. Meng has noble taste and is free to serve the country; Ruan Ji is crazy, how can he cry to the end of the road! (See Opportunity: Poverty Alleviation)

Bob, who is three feet short, is a scholar. There is no way to ask for it, and the final army will be weak; With a pen and a bosom, Mu Zong is Changfeng. Give up hair for a hundred years, and Wan Li will faint in the morning. It is not a treasure tree in Xie Jia, but a neighbor of Montessori. He is becoming more and more palace, and he is accompanying carp; Today, I hold my hand and hope to hold the Longmen. Yang Yi doesn't pick up, caresses Lingyun and cherishes himself; What's shameful about playing with running water at the clock meeting?

Ho ho! There are not many resorts, so it is difficult to have a grand feast; Lanting is gone, Zize Xu Qiu. Farewell words, thanks to Wei Wei; Climbing high to make a contribution is to hope the public. Dare to exhaust feelings, be respectful and short-quoted; All the words were given, and all four rhymes were done. Please sprinkle Pan Jiang, pour the clouds:

Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing.

The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

6. The fishing boat sings the evening poem "Teng Xu".

[Tang] Wang Bo

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Fishing boats sing late and resound all over the coast of Peng Li;

Yan Zhen was stunned by the cold, and his voice broke Hengyang's pu.

A poem about Poyang Lake;

The people of the fishing fleet sing at night.

Yu Yafei

Sunset on the river bank,

Go back to the boat and bathe in the sunshine;

The fishing songs echo each other,

The voice rises and travels far away.

7. The sentence describing "fishing boats sing late" is like flowing water, splashing the beautiful scenery of famous rivers.

The bright moon reflects the beauty of rivers and mountains.

The crane roars for nine days and sings the spirit of heaven.

The tiger jumped into the depths of the forest and shook its shadow.

folk from the fishing fleet singing by night

Burn incense and sit up.

Watching and caressing Zheng.

Sandy reached out her hands, gently waved, and set aside a river, which poured down with the sound of the piano. It is not like the cold and desolate drizzle along the Xunyang River, nor like the majestic sound of songs in the ruins of Chibi. It is an elegant leisure, such as mountains and rivers, pools and bridges. At first glance, what time does the sunset glow soak on the river bank, which is in harmony with the sky. It seems that after a day of noise, it is rare to steal a few times at this moment. Occasionally, several waterfowl come in pairs and perch on the ferry.

Cold and quiet.

Leisurely.

A sharp turn, as the two rammed songs dispersed, the originally calm lake surface rose sharply, with 21 strings, threads and five tones fluctuating, and the slightly simple palace tune easily changed to a picture of a fishing boat returning late. It seems to be back to the hustle and bustle of that day, the bustling merchants and fishermen's wide talk. For a time, all the excitement reached its peak, accompanied by the superb fingering of the guzheng player, gently twisting, singing and playing, and the fishing boat singing and laughing. But suddenly, as if unexpectedly, the two strings were pulled together, like a broken silk dance valley, and the previous noise suddenly stopped.

The prosperity of the world is attributed to loneliness, and the noise of the day is thanked in the evening. Everything in the world, feasting and getting drunk, is back to the original at this moment, leaving only the noisy rivers and lakes and sporadic fishing fires in the distance.

My thoughts seem to have stopped by the river, and my thoughts have already been broken with the strings. Looking at the fishing boat from afar, there is everything in the cabin, just the full moon reminiscing about the young madness, and the lyre and pipa that are still empty after waking up, or are the fishermen in Xiangjiang waiting for the water to clear? Whether it is a sighing homesick woman or a wild recluse, they hide their loss under the slang of laughter during the day, and there is no bosom friend and * * *, but they can't put a veil of camouflage on it at night, so Jiangtan is still fishing. Two lines of clear tears have explained all the mysteries.

No one will understand, and no one can understand, except the sparks in the river. Without the correction of palace lanterns, without the exquisiteness of the original boats in the south of the Yangtze River, the fishing boats that have drifted all their lives have not stopped. When can we find a harbor to live in? The noisy world of mortals, but there is still a piece of pure land? You can wash away the infighting, you can brush away the derailment. If you can't find it, the fishing boat is willing to go with the flow. Indulge in the ordinary sunset, waiting for the dreamland of human harmony.

The last overtone drifted gently. Who will whisper the famous sentence "Fishing boats sing late, the coast of Peng Li is poor and cold, and Hengyang Pu is broken"? Who can plant a river of lights, not for complexity, but for. ...

Sing the night fishing boat, sing the soul ...

8. What is the full text of the ancient poem "Fishing boats sing late"? The fishing boat sings late is not an ancient poem, and there is no ancient poem.

"Fishing boat sings late" is a guzheng song, the title of which is taken from the poem "Fishing boat sings late, making Li Peng poor" in the preface to Wang Tengting by Wang Bo, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

The music depicts the fishermen singing in the sunset glow in the south of the Yangtze River until the moonlight is like water and thousands of lights are shining. The other song "Fishing Boat Singing Night" does not refer to the above-mentioned guzheng music, but should be composed by Wang Zhi, a teacher from the Folk Music Department of the Central Conservatory of Music.

The people of the fishing fleet sing at night.

Lyrics/Arranger: Meng Qinghua

Singing: Liu Guijuan (Dan Jiao)

The boat is full of fishing songs,

Fish and shrimp sink, clouds fall far away.

Ah, the boat paddles and people get drunk.

The fishing fire on the river accompanied the fishing song to the river.

Fishing boat sings late is a famous northern Zheng music school.

The title of the song is taken from Tang's Preface to Tengwang Pavilion.

The meaning of "fishing boats sing late, ringing Li Peng's shore".