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What are the ancient poems describing goldfish?

1, The Pride of the Fisherman.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

It was late in the water. Come back with emotion. Di Mei smelled some clues. Autumn is overcast, and the snow in the western hills is light and the clouds are frozen.

Who has a glass of wine with * * *? Dancing before you, snow and crazy songs. The waist is full of goldfish. What's the use? I can only dream a little dream.

2. Zhong You's "Happy Spring _ Goldfish and Jade Belt"

Yuan Dynasty: Bo Yan

Goldfish jade belt buckle, soap cover Zhu Zhuzhu five Hou, mountains and rivers in my pen. Proud autumn will break the emperor's worries.

3,' Begging for Goldfish Ci'

Tang Dynasty: Cui Daily Use

The taichung rat must be familiar with it, and he is a young man on the beam. Zhang Wu, oil-stained under the lamp,

He is also reporting to Han San. Morang language, straight king. If everyone gives beetles,

Sell the cat and reward it.

4. Queqiao Fairy (and Lotus in Li Yian Jinyuchi)

Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru

Bai Ou wanted to go down, but the goldfish didn't go, and the round leaves opened their mouths even lower. In the middle of the night, the cold dew was blown by the breeze alone, and Ling Bo straightened up.

It's a quiet night, and it's hard to send it tomorrow. Who will be there when the world teaches you? I will find the Weaver Maid to take advantage of Lingcha and cross the old road and Jinga Banzhuo.

5, "Peach Blossom Cold"

Ming dynasty: anonymous

Peach blossoms were left out in the cold and floated with the wind, and residual flowers fell across the bridge.

Under the bridge, goldfish play in the water, and birds by the water manage their new hair.

Huang Meiyu's sweater is not wet, and raindrops and pears are particularly charming.

Charm is often accompanied by weeping willows and flying high in purple.

A beautiful woman in a high cabinet plays Yu Di with a string hanging on the flute.

The silk is exquisite and fragrant, and there is a fan in the hand.

The sails on both sides of the beach are very stable, sitting firmly in the boat and shaking slowly.

It's too late to roll into the Xihe River, and the night window is lonely and boring.

Chatting about the cold screen window, falling clouds being knocked by water,

Knocking at the door and asking about Tiantai Road, there is a broken bridge passing by a small bridge.

Peaches are planted by the bridge.