A poem about the golden hook

1. Poems about fishing 1. 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. "

2。 Yu Zeng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, described the fishing scene in summer in "Smelling Li Duangong's fishing and sending him a gift in return": "There is no end to lotus fragrance dyeing clothes. Where can Ruanlang get back to the boat?" I'm ashamed that I'm not as good as a couple, but I'm still going fishing in Los Angeles. "

3。 Du Fu's "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. "

4。 Meng Haoran's "Hope for Dongting Lake" "The August lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Just as I am sitting here watching a fisherman casting, I feel like a squid. "

5。 Ji Xiaolan's quatrains about fishing: "A fisherman is a fisherman, and a fisherman is a hook. When you clap your hands, you shout and laugh, and one person monopolizes a river. "

6。 Writing winter fishing poems, of course, is headed by Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue". A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. "

7。 Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing": "When the fishing boat returns, it is not a boat, and Jiangcun sleeps on the moon. Even if it is blown away by the wind overnight, it will only be near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. "

8。 There is a cloud in Lu You's poem "Casual Love"; "In spring, the flowers sing and bring wine, and on a moonlit night, the river throws poles".

9。 There are a few degrees of oblique light hanging from the small fish on the edge of Yanhua Reservoir. -& gt； Lu you

10。 Take romance as escape, pursue ambition, take rainbow as silk, take bright moon as hook, and take unfaithful husband as bait.

-Li Bai's "Fishing Oak at Sea"

1 1。 A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

-"Children Fishing" Hu Lingneng.

There are many poems about fishing. Choose from them. Complete works of fishing poems (turn) (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, thousands of miles away without footprints.

Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang fishing alone (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a straw hat, a boat, silk thread and a rain hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Zhangxizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

An old man in the bank, 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 scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi comes fishing in the green bend in spring, and apricot blossoms in spring.

The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.

Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou children learn to hang on nylon and sit aside with raspberries and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Meng Haoran, the lake in the eighth month here is a single air and paradise. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

I stayed in Du Mu's lonely pub, and I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

Fisherman Liu Zongyuan had an old fisherman who spent the night here. Under the western cliff, a small incense burned bamboo. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog and saw a green landscape.

Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faintly flies across the wild smoke, and asks the fishing boat in the rocky west.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream? Si Kongshu returned from fishing in Jiangcun, but he didn't tie the boat. Jiangcun Yueer was asleep.

Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. Dai Shulun, the best in Lanxi, looks like an eyebrow hanging on the moon for 60 thousand, and the more he looks at the Zhongshan mirror.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. Fishing couples in Yanling Beach, Pi Rixiu collapsed like a cloud, and fishing tackle came back to put the stone floor.

The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught. Untitled (Ming) Throw a few feet of silk fiber into the water, and the silver hook swings without a trace. No fish dares to go to the emperor. Long live the king only catches dragons.

Climb the Wild Goose Mountain with my friend Meng Haoran, and the world will be reincarnated in ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.

Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.

Autumn moth (Wang Wei) lives in the mountains, and stands in the autumn evening after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Send monks to Qianqi. You are destined to find the source. Now, pursue your path in your dreams. Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou.

The mood is quiet, and everything is as unreal as water and moon; The inner government of Shiguo will come out to listen to your chanting. The most lovely thing is that there is a Buddha lamp that illuminates the soul; Sailing in Wan Li, your eyes are always bright.

Zhang and Wang Wei, the deputy governors, replied, "Every year, we just want to be safe. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

Title of Tongmen Inn: Xu Hun visited the capital in autumn, and the red leaves fluttered at dusk, so he passed this pavilion to get wine. A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.

The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea. The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.

Zheng Gu, a fisherman from Huaihe River, went to the white-haired man on the white-haired wave, and his family returned to the boat to move to Pufeng. He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.

The wind caught Cheng Peng's wings, and the waves on the water were on the high side, so it was unnecessary to complain about the weather. Ann can calm down and catch a carp to cook.

It's hard to go, Li Bai. The cost of pure wine is gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yu, Jane, shame, 10,000 dollars. I threw away the food sticks and cups, and I couldn't eat or drink. I drew my sword and found a loss.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. The hermit who missed the western hills, Qiu is your seclusion on the top of the mountain. I have climbed ten miles without stopping.

I knocked on your door, but no one answered. I peeked into your room, on the seat next to your desk. Maybe you are sitting in a covered chair, or, more likely, fishing in an autumn pond.

Although it is a pity that I will miss you, you have become my meditation. Your beautiful grass, moistened by rain, is next to your window, which is the music of your pine tree.

I integrate what I see and hear into my existence, soothe my senses and calm my mind. Although there are no hosts or guests, have I finished my reasoning visit? That's enough. I've already gone down the mountain. Why should I wait for you? .

Qingxi Wang Wei I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River and the green water stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Song of Luoyang Girls, Wang Wei, there is a Luoyang girl in the door across the street. She looks fifteen years old, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers. Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice that jade-faced Yue girl, poor Huansha Jiangtou.

The fisherman was looking forward to Ding Hong's seclusion in the thatched cottage in spring to avoid the cold winter. Suddenly he saw a willow-colored onion on the wall. He only waits for the peach blossom to be red and the golden hook to catch the golden dragon. The fishing song cicada is singing in the trees of Ding Hong, and bees and crickets are buzzing among the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the fishing bell. At the back of the report, Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of wei county, threw away his black veil to be an official. His sleeves were cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.

Yuan Jie, a drinking song by Shiyu Lake, had a full meal. When he had a rest, he held the wine on the lake and got drunk. Drunk, according to the introduction of the lake shore, the fish took the wine, so that it was carried on the boat and drunk everywhere.

I suspect that Baqiu leans on Junshan, the philosophers sit around Dongting Lake, the wine boats touch the waves, and people come and go to write songs for a long time. Shiyu Lake is like Dongting Lake, and Junshan is full of spring in summer.

The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, we can't waste manpower to transport ships.

I have a long-necked gourd, and I happily pour drinks in all directions on Ba Island, without caring. Sauvignon Blanc travels on the earth.

Water weighs 1000 pounds. In the midst of thousands of clouds and waters.

Yueming fishing tube. The head is still young.

Not deaf. You can blush when you are drunk.

A statue of someone is the same. This bridge is like a rainbow.

Water is as empty as air. A leaf is floating in the misty rain.

God teaches people to fly. Side canopy.

Make Jiang Feng. Crab houses are uneven.

Then smell the bell at dusk. Fisherman's two poems, Lu You Jing Hu, cast two clear skies.

A boat with a piece of glass. Dance and sleep.

Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus. Chang 'an is exempt from paying homage to several officials.

The fisherman lay awake, drunk as mud. The smoking boat is small, but the fishing car is light.

Pointing at Meishan is a little green. Fisherman Zhenwu fished in an empty pool for no reason, but the fish was too big to do anything.

Worried about dumping, fighting against ups and downs, everything is light but not deep. Lingyang v Sanmen Six Stabs Beach Li Bai Sanmen Hengjun Beach, Six Stabs Go Waves.

A stone tiger crouches, and a water dragon surrounds it. Why worry about Qili Sese, which makes me want to cast a shot? My father Zhang Songling likes fishing in the storm, and the pine and cypress in the thatched cottage win.

Taihu lake, Dongting lake, stormy waves and Zhang Yutai's three songs that must belong to fishermen, written in twos and threes.

3. Poems describing the gold rush and gold.

1. Message from Zaofa Golden Hook Store Cai Mao (Dou Chang), a sophomore in Shitang, Xi.

Go out before dawn, the leaves are dark and rustle. The moon shadow is near the abandoned door, and the spring sound is near the abandoned bridge. After the autumn campaign, Cheng Yuan was in Los Angeles. Seeing off the Jinmen couple, Gong Jing made a mistake.

2. Give golden stem dew (Xuchang)

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attached great importance to longevity. The copper plate stores beads and dew, and the fairy palm resists gold stems. The atmosphere is close and the air is clear. I am proud of my spirit. I walked out of Miyagi. The potential rises into the clouds, and the shape marks are bright. When you were a great king, why did you go to Peng Ying?

3. Do everything possible to send Mr. Cui back to Jingjingou Station (the road is smooth)

Six-star palace, one star returns, and the line is near the golden hook. Don't wait for history to pass by, but dream of protecting fragrant clothes tonight.

4. Poems about fish 1. See the fish red and warm, even the village is dark in the evening, and the yellow children get together. -"Huanxisha" (Tang) Du Fu

2. Fish plays between lotus leaves, fish plays with lotus leaves in the east, fish plays with lotus leaves in the west, fish plays with lotus leaves in the south and fish plays with lotus leaves in the north. -Jiangnan Qu [Jin] Yuefu

3, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. -"Water Threshold to Send Heart" Du Fu

4. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. -"Yu Gezi" (Tang) Zhang

Like children fishing, walk around the pool and watch the fish swim. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. -"Watching Fish" (Tang) Bai Juyi

6. Living in the United States does not return, and it is empty to wear a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners. -"Dragon Wang Anqiu" Zhao Wei

7, the old worker is fat and old, and the fish and wine are far away. -"Pang Shaoyin takes sick leave with fish and wine" Bai Juyi

8. When will you regret when a dead fish cries across the river? -"Dead Fish Cry Over the River" Han Anonymous

9. People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch. -"Fisherman on the River" Song Fan Zhongyan

10, when the sea mulberry field wants to change, the wind and waves boil over Tianchi. Whales swallow jiaozi, waves turn into blood, and fish in deep streams are happy. -"Fish in the Stream" (Tang) Bai Juyi

There are many poems about fishing. Choose from them. Complete works of fishing poems (turn) (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, thousands of miles away without footprints.

Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang fishing alone (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a straw hat, a boat, silk thread and a rain hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Zhangxizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

An old man in the bank, 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 scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi comes fishing in the green bend in spring, and apricot blossoms in spring.

The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.

Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou children learn to hang on nylon and sit aside with raspberries and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

On Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Meng Haoran, the lake in the eighth month here is a single air and paradise. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

I stayed in Du Mu's lonely pub, and I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

Fisherman Liu Zongyuan had an old fisherman who spent the night here. Under the western cliff, a small incense burned bamboo. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog and saw a green landscape.

Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faintly flies across the wild smoke, and asks the fishing boat in the rocky west.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream? Si Kongshu returned from fishing in Jiangcun, but he didn't tie the boat. Jiangcun Yueer was asleep.

Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach. Dai Shulun, the best in Lanxi, looks like an eyebrow hanging on the moon for 60 thousand, and the more he looks at the Zhongshan mirror.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. Fishing couples in Yanling Beach, Pi Rixiu collapsed like a cloud, and fishing tackle came back to put the stone floor.

The smoke is shallow and the account is cold, and the dead clam will be caught. Untitled (Ming) Throw a few feet of silk fiber into the water, and the silver hook swings without a trace. No fish dares to go to the emperor. Long live the king only catches dragons.

Climb the Wild Goose Mountain with my friend Meng Haoran, and the world will be reincarnated in ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.

Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.

Autumn moth (Wang Wei) lives in the mountains, and stands in the autumn evening after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Send monks to Qianqi. You are destined to find the source. Now, pursue your path in your dreams. Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou.

The mood is quiet, and everything is as unreal as water and moon; The inner government of Shiguo will come out to listen to your chanting. The most lovely thing is that there is a Buddha lamp that illuminates the soul; Sailing in Wan Li, your eyes are always bright.

Zhang and Wang Wei, the deputy governors, replied, "Every year, we just want to be safe. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

Title of Tongmen Inn: Xu Hun visited the capital in autumn, and the red leaves fluttered at dusk, so he passed this pavilion to get wine. A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.

The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea. The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.

Zheng Gu, a fisherman from Huaihe River, went to the white-haired man on the white-haired wave, and his family returned to the boat to move to Pufeng. He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.

The wind caught Cheng Peng's wings, and the waves on the water were on the high side, so it was unnecessary to complain about the weather. Ann can calm down and catch a carp to cook.

It's hard to go, Li Bai. The cost of pure wine is gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yu, Jane, shame, 10,000 dollars. I threw away the food sticks and cups, and I couldn't eat or drink. I drew my sword and found a loss.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. The hermit who missed the western hills, Qiu is your seclusion on the top of the mountain. I have climbed ten miles without stopping.

I knocked on your door, but no one answered. I peeked into your room, on the seat next to your desk. Maybe you are sitting in a covered chair, or, more likely, fishing in an autumn pond.

Although it is a pity that I will miss you, you have become my meditation. Your beautiful grass, moistened by rain, is next to your window, which is the music of your pine tree.

I integrate what I see and hear into my existence, soothe my senses and calm my mind. Although there are no hosts or guests, have I finished my reasoning visit? That's enough. I've already gone down the mountain. Why should I wait for you? .

Qingxi Wang Wei I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River and the green water stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Song of Luoyang Girls, Wang Wei, there is a Luoyang girl in the door across the street. She looks fifteen years old, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers. Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice that jade-faced Yue girl, poor Huansha Jiangtou.

The fisherman was looking forward to Ding Hong's seclusion in the thatched cottage in spring to avoid the cold winter. Suddenly he saw a willow-colored onion on the wall. He only waits for the peach blossom to be red and the golden hook to catch the golden dragon. The fishing song cicada is singing in the trees of Ding Hong, and bees and crickets are buzzing among the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the fishing bell. At the back of the report, Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of wei county, threw away his black veil to be an official. His sleeves were cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.

Yuan Jie, a drinking song by Shiyu Lake, had a full meal. When he had a rest, he held the wine on the lake and got drunk. Drunk, according to the introduction of the lake shore, the fish took the wine, so that it was carried on the boat and drunk everywhere.

I suspect that Baqiu leans on Junshan, the philosophers sit around Dongting Lake, the wine boats touch the waves, and people come and go to write songs for a long time. Shiyu Lake is like Dongting Lake, and Junshan is full of spring in summer.

The mountain is the table, the lake is the source of wine, and the drinker sits on the island. Although the strong winds for several days have roughened the water surface, we can't waste manpower to transport ships.

I have a long-necked gourd, and I happily pour drinks in all directions on Ba Island, without caring. Sauvignon Blanc travels on the earth.

Water weighs 1000 pounds. In the midst of thousands of clouds and waters.

Yueming fishing tube. The head is still young.

Not deaf. You can blush when you are drunk.

A statue of someone is the same. This bridge is like a rainbow.

Water is as empty as air. A leaf is floating in the misty rain.

God teaches people to fly. Side canopy.

Make Jiang Feng. Crab houses are uneven.

Then smell the bell at dusk. Fisherman's two poems, Lu You Jing Hu, cast two clear skies.

A boat with a piece of glass. Dance and sleep.

Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus. Chang 'an is exempt from paying homage to several officials.

The fisherman lay awake, drunk as mud. The smoking boat is small, but the fishing car is light.

Pointing at Meishan is a little green. Fisherman Zhenwu fished in an empty pool for no reason, but the fish was too big to do anything.

Worried about dumping, fighting against ups and downs, everything is light but not deep. Lingyang v Sanmen Six Stabs Beach Li Bai Sanmen Hengjun Beach, Six Stabs Go Waves.

A stone tiger crouches, and a water dragon surrounds it. Why worry about Qili Sese, which makes me want to cast a shot? My father Zhang Songling likes fishing in the storm, and the pine and cypress in the thatched cottage win.

Taihu lake, Dongting lake, stormy waves and Zhang Yutai's three songs that must belong to fishermen, written in twos and threes.

6. In The Book of Songs, the oldest collection of poems in China, there is a poem "Too dry, fishing together". Chu Guangxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, vividly described the interest of fishing in his poem Fishing Bay: "Fishing in a blue bay is spring, and apricot blossoms are full in spring. The pool is shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. " Wang Wei also has a soft spot for fishing. He wrote in the poem "Qingxi": "In my heart, I have always been so pure, and Qingchuan is so indifferent. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! Yan Ziling's allusion to fishing in Fuchun River in the Eastern Han Dynasty was skillfully used in his poems, and he lived in Qingxi in seclusion, showing his lofty and free-spirited mind. The poet Wei wrote in the poem "You": "Wild hookah flows, and it is cloudy and rainy. The boat is clear and the scenery is late, and the fish lives in Qingpu. " Expressed the leisure of boating.

In ancient fishing songs, there are descriptions of fishing scenes in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Du Fu's "Crossing the River" describes spring fishing: "You can't cross the river, it's already stormy in February. The boat is crooked, and the fish and dragons lie high. Zhang, disorderly blue robe. I asked the guests who had fallen in love with me and met you, Cao. " Ning He's poem "Fishing Songs" describes summer fishing: "When Bai Mudan is cold, calm the wind and cut the waves lightly. Smoke is the power, the day is prolonged, and the fragrance attracts hibiscus to provoke the fishing line. " Describing autumn fishing is Meng Haoran's masterpiece "Facing Dongting", which reads: "The lake here in August is in harmony with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Just as I am sitting here watching a fisherman casting, I feel like a squid. " The poet praised the occasional fish caught by fishermen by the river. Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, which describes winter fishing, has never tired of reading it for generations: "There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. " This five-line poem depicts a pleasing "Lonely Fishing in the Cold River" in refined language.

In some poems about fishing, we can also see the scenery of ancient fishing resorts. In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang wrote a poem entitled "Dongchigang, Yongdongshan Island": "Good water and good mountains are difficult to meet, who can get this bay clean?" Emerald came to the structure, and the arrogant voice slowed down. Zhu Xiang borrowed it and asked Zi Cang Ji Luo to return it. Most of the sea crest is realized, and the straight hook is also full of play. "

Some poems about fishing are subtle, and some borrow poems to expose the ugly phenomenon of ancient society. Li Qunyu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, wrote the poem "Let the fish go": "Look for the dragon early, don't wander in the rivers and lakes, you must know that under the bait, you touch the iron hook." This poem worries about the fish from the side, reminds the fish to be careful of the hook under the bait, and hopes that the fish will not wander in the rivers and lakes and find another more suitable place to live as soon as possible. Jie Jin was a famous genius in Ming Dynasty, and his "fishing poems" were well written. One day, he accompanied Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang to go fishing. Jie Jin's fishing skills are very good, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't catch anything for a long time, which is a bit embarrassing. Seeing Long Yan unhappy, Jie Jin respectfully said, "Your Majesty, although the fish is small, you know manners!" Then he recited a poem: "A few feet of silk fell into the water, but the gold hook disappeared. Ten thousand fish dare not go to the emperor. Long live the king who only catches dragons. " Zhu Yuanzhang was very happy after hearing this and repeatedly called it wonderful! Satire poems from fishing are more intriguing. A poem named "Fishing" wrote: "Catch fresh fish by the pond in the morning, turtle in the private room at noon, wishing fish on the poker table in the afternoon and mermaid on the dance floor at night." This poem is about fishing, which vividly and accurately depicts the "work" of eating, drinking and having fun at the grassroots level under some "public servants".