What are the ancient poems about "fish"?

Peach blossoms rain in Lanxi in March, and carp come to the beach at midnight. -Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"

People who come to the river often only love perches. -Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River

The shore is full of traffic, singing and laughing, the water is about to open, and the fish are chasing and playing. -Wang Anshi's fish

Eyes are like pearls and scales, like gold, always moving and sinking. -"Carp" by Zhang Xiaobao

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. -Liu Zongyuan's Little Stone Pond

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, hiding in the dark at night, and all the yellow children got together. -Du Fu's "Huanxisha"

Fish play in the lotus leaves, and fish play in the lotus leaves. -"Jiangnan Qu"

Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. -Bai Juyi's Ornamental Fish

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It rained for three days in a row, and the stream soared. In the dead of night, fish flocked into Xitou Shoal.

There are countless people coming and going on the river, only knowing the delicious taste of perch.

Fish only know how to chase and play, but they don't know that the pool of living water will dry up in a blink of an eye; Fish only know how to laugh, but they don't know that what awaits them will be a disaster.

Eyes like pearls, scales like gold, always stir up waves, ups and downs.

There are about a hundred fish in the pond. They all seem to swim in the air without any support.

Egrets are flying freely in front of Mount Cisse, the yellow-green fish on the river are swimming happily, and the peach blossoms floating on the water are so bright.

Only in a boat on the river, an old man was fishing alone on the cold river, wearing hemp fiber and hat.

At sunset, Xia Guang dyed the stream around the village red, and the fish wandered freely in the golden stream; The contiguous Woods in front of and behind the village gradually darkened, and blackbirds flew into the Woods in succession, ready to roost at night; The teenager sat around the white-haired old man, staring intently, listening to the old man telling the story of a certain month and day.

Fish swim and play happily among the lotus leaves.

I watched fish in Chi Pan and saw children fishing with hooks.