Poetry describing a fisherman fishing alone

1. Verses about fishing alone

Verses about fishing alone 1. Verses about fishing

Children fishing by Hu Lingneng

Peng A childish boy is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the berry moss.

Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.

Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen

A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.

A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.

Jiang Xue_Liu Zongyuan

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Fishing Song by Zhang Zhihe

Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.

Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi

Fishing is green in spring, and apricot flowers are blooming in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow.

When the lotus moves, you will know that the fish are scattered. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

2. Problems with the poem "A man fishes alone in the river"

This describes a man dressed as a fisherman, fishing on the river. The fisherman sang and drank, but there was a hint of desolation and loneliness hidden in his carefree life, silently admiring the faint autumn colors on the river. A man is fishing alone by the river, fishing for the autumn mood of the river.

A man is fishing alone by the river, fishing for the autumn mood of the river. This poem describes the leisurely life of a fisherman fishing alone by the autumn river. A fisherman, a coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, a clear boat, and a fishing rod. The fisherman sings and drinks, but there is a certain desolation and loneliness hidden in his leisure.

Not to mention how well the explanation was, I still thank him. As far as the artistic conception of the poem is concerned, I still prefer the former. It feels more unrestrained. In fact, there are some poems with similar artistic conception. Therefore, it cannot be said that the poem at the beginning is an adaptation of Wang Shizhen's poem.

He Peiyu, a female poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem with the word "一", which goes: "A flower, a willow, a fish rock, a touch of the setting sun, a bird flying; a mountain, a water, a temple, a yellow forest Ye Yiseng returns." It depicts an evening scene in the mountains and forests.

In fact, when it comes to the "one" poem describing fishermen, it can be traced back to Li Yu, the later master of the Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties. When Li Yu was in power, he wrote the inscription for the "Picture of Fishing on the Spring River" by the court painter Wei Xian. Two poems: "The waves are filled with thousands of layers of snow, and the peach and plum blossoms are silent in spring.

3. Poems about fishing

1. "The Fisherman" by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "When the white angelica is cold and the egret stands tall, the grass wind gently cuts the waves. The smoke curtains, the sun goes late, the fragrance attracts the hibiscus and attracts the fishing line. "

2. Yu Xuanji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of summer fishing in "Hearing about Li Duangong fishing and sending gifts back": "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, and where does Ruan Lang get the boat to return." I am ashamed to be inferior to a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to go fishing at the beach together. "

3. Du Fu's "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. The swallows come and go in front of the hall, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. Medicine is all that is needed for many illnesses, but there is more to the micro-body. "

4. Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting Zhang Hanxiang" "In August, the lake is level, and the water is too clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. "

5. Ji Xiaolan's "Fishing Quatrains": "One pole, one oar, one fisherman, one fisherman, one hook." With one clap, one shout, and one smile, one person has his own whole country. "

6. Of course, Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" is the first to write winter fishing poems. "Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared." A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. "

7. Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Shishi": "After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up, and Jiangcun is sleeping with the moon setting. Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. "

8. Lu You's poem "Odd Titles in Leisure" says: "Songs are singing under the flowers in the spring, and wine is carried in the spring, and poles are cast on the moonlit night by the river."

9. Draw a small fishing rock beside the pond, with the pole hanging down several times to the slanting light. ----> Lu You

10. In order to satisfy his feelings, the world will let him do what he wants,

Use the rainbow as a thread, the bright moon as a hook,

The unloyal husband in the world as a bait.

-- ---Li Bai, a fisherman at sea

11. Children's fishing

Hu Linngneng

A child with a shaggy head learns fishing,

sitting sideways.

Passers-by asked and waved from a distance,

I was afraid that the fish would be frightened and would not respond.

4. What are the poems about fishing?

Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Birds flew away from thousands of mountains, and thousands of people disappeared.

A man in a lone boat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river (Qing Dynasty) Wang Shizhenyi. A straw hat and a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.

A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.

Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.

The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

Children's Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is horizontal, and the water is empty and clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.

Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good company in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.

The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.

The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman sleeps near the western rock at night, and at dawn he absorbs the clear water and burns the bamboos of Chu. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.

Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.

Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.

The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk threads hung in the water, and the silver hook swung away without a trace. No fish dared to face the emperor. Long live the king only fished for dragons.

Climbing Xian Mountain with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come again in this generation.

The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.

Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.

The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. Only pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.

Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.

The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.

Go to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.

The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.

Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.

Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.

Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins of treasure. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.

There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.

If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The color of grass is in the new rain, and the sound of pine trees is heard outside the window.

This is so quiet and quiet that it is enough to make your heart and ears happy. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.

Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.

The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peaches and green willows hanging over the eaves. The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.

The madman's wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to hold coral to others.

The dawn of spring extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when Zeng was unreasonable, he only wore incense and sat there in makeup.

The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who pities the Yue girl, whose face is like jade, and the poor woman at the head of the river has her own yarn.

Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. Fishing Music Ding Hong The cicadas and warblers play on the trees, the bees and crickets chirp in the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the sound of fishing bells. I say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County by painting bamboos.

Zheng Banqiao Throwing away the black gauze and not being an official, the rustling of the bamboo leaves makes my sleeves cold; I write about a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind. Drunk Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface to Yuanjie Mansou made wine with rice from the public fields. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then.

In the midst of drunkenness, he went to the shore of the lake to pick up fish and get wine, and had the boat carry it, drinking all the people sitting there. When I was doubtful, I leaned on Ba Qiu and drank my wine on Junshan Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat.

Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, with summer water filling Junshan Spring. The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands.

The wind is blowing hard and the waves are strong all day long, so we can’t waste our time transporting the boats. I sit on Baqiu holding a long gourd and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow.

Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong. Water weighs a thousand.

Being in a thousand layers of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.

Tou Wei Tong. Not deaf.

Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red. Who is the same as one?

The bridge is like a rainbow. The water is empty.

A leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.

Side canopy. Make the river wind.

Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. Then hear the evening bell.

Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu overlooks the two blue skies. A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass.

Dance with a stick and sleep in a cocoon. Don't be a fairy, be a narcissus.

Chang'an doesn't have to pay homage to several ministers. The fisherman fell asleep drunk and did not wake up.

The smoke boat is small and the fishing car is light. Pointing to Meishan in the distance, it’s a little green.

Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing in the middle of the pond is empty for no reason, and the fish is not handled by the big boat. Worry will overwhelm you, attack your ups and downs, take everything lightly and don't go too deep.

Lingyang Litigation Three Gates and Six Thorns Beach Li Bai Three gates are steep on the beach, and six thorns move the waves. The stone-shocked tiger crouched, and the water-like dragon hovered.

Why worry about Qilise, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling Enjoys the turmoil while fishing is free, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage are already climbing.

In the waters of Taihu Lake and Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves arise and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe The fishermen in Diaotai made brown fur coats and made boats in twos, twos and threes.

If you can sail freely and ride the current, you will never worry about the white waves of the Yangtze River. Songjiang Crab.

5. What other poems about fishing do you know?

A man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in a boat, fishing in the snow in the cold river. ——"Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan

A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook. A song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the river. ("Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" by Wang Shizhen

When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. - "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey" (Part 1) Li Bai

Sitting and watching the fishermen, there is nothing but envy for the fish - "Prime Minister Zhang in the Dongting" by Meng Haoran

Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace, and no fish dares to face the emperor. , Long live the king only fishing for dragons. ——"Untitled" Jie Jin

Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind ——"Drunken Song on Stone Fish Lake" by Zheng Banqiao

< p> A windy moon, a raincoat, my family lives in the west of Diaotai - "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Lu You

Today I come to accompany Jiang Sou and sit fishing in Shatou.

——"Fishing" Bai Juyi