Where is the professional fishing photographer?

In this season, when I saw this group of egrets flying to take photos, of course, an ancient poem appeared in my mind. This poem is

Yu Gezi by Zhang, a poet in Tang Dynasty

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.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

The main idea of this poem is: In front of Xizhai, egrets fly high. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, flowing water is gurgling, and mandarin fish is in fat season. The fishermen are all wearing blue hats and linen clothes. Breeze bursts, oblique rain like silk, just suitable for fishing, no need to go home (shelter from the rain)

Then, let's meet the author of this poem. The author's real name is Zhang Guiling, a native of Chang 'an in Tang Dynasty. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius. According to records, he could study at the age of three and write his own articles at the age of six.

What's more, at the age of sixteen, he had already visited the ancient imperial examinations and then visited them. After a period of ups and downs in officialdom and the vagaries of life, as well as the successive deaths of his mother and wife, he resolutely gave up his official position and began a wandering life.

After that, he took his servants to live in seclusion in Taihu Lake basin and other places, and then began to live a life similar to that of fishermen, and he himself took pleasure in firewood.

Unfortunately, in the ninth year of Tang Dynasty, Zhang went to Huzhou at the invitation of Yan Zhenqing, the secretariat of Huzhou. In the winter of the same year, he and Yan Zhenqing fell into the water and died while visiting Wanying Lake.

This poem describes spring, the revival of everything and fishermen's outing and fishing well.

Egrets flying with wings, fragrant peach blossoms in full bloom, trickle, fat fish waking up from hibernation, swimming happily in the river.

Fishermen look at the sky, feel the spring rain, take out their green hats and put them on their heads slowly, then put on thick hemp fibers and continue fishing, so as not to let the spring rain disturb their rhythm. The breeze brushed their faces, and the season was just right. There is neither the scorching sun in summer nor the wind and rain in winter, only the coolness and vitality in spring.