Poems about fishing and eating fish

1. The poem about fishing is: one boat, one hat, one boat, one thread and one inch hook, one song and one bottle of wine, one person catches a river alone. I will sit on a fishing rod and lie lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing towards the sun in a small boat. "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man on the shore, 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 and didn't even go home in the rain. " Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" said: "You can't cross the river, it will be stormy in February. The boat is inclined and the fish is high. Zhang, Zhu Zhihua, the grass of Ting and the blue robe of Ting ask people who care about silk, and look at You Cao. " Chu Guangxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang in the fishing bay: "Catch a blue bay in spring, apricot blossoms are chaotic in spring, the pool is shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered." 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. " Unlimited lotus fragrance dyed clothes, Ruanlang can't return to the boat. It's better to be ashamed than a couple. "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. " Zhao Meng's "Fishing Songs": "Smoke waves are like boats, and the west wind falls in autumn. Gulls, proud princes, don't take the bait. " Several feet of silk fibers are suspended in the water,

Once the silver hook swings without a trace,

Fish dare not go to the emperor,

Long live the king. He only catches dragons.

2. What are the poems about eating fish? 1. "The Mermaid"

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Fish swim in the bamboo basket, ah, rich yellow cheeks also have small sand blowing. Enthusiastic hosts have plenty of wine, which is not only delicious but also big!

The fish went into the bamboo basket, and the beautiful Spanish mackerel had one head. The hospitable host has wine, not only the banquet is rich, but also the wine is mellow!

Fish call friends to bamboo cages, and catfish swim quickly to carp. The hospitable host has wine, which is not only delicious but also full of dishes! There are many things,

Vicky Jia! Good food is good taste, and there are all kinds of good food. The food should be as good as possible and the supply should be timely.

2. "Yong Bi Fish"

Tang Dynasty: Li Yuan

The scales are polished and the books are messy. Doubt leaks through the window, and the inkstone falls like a flowing spring.

Dive the river map and swallow the hook edge. B. Mo Yan has a small beard and eats nothing.

3. Chinese for "Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish"

Song: Mei

In spring, the small continent near the water gives birth to the buds of grass, willow trees spit on the shore and flowers fly.

At this time, puffer fish went on the market, and the price was very high, surpassing all fish and shrimp.

The puffer fish looks strange enough, and it has no food.

The belly is as big as a big pig, the eyes are prominent, and it is like a frog in Wu area.

4. Fish algae

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The fish is in the seaweed, and the big fat head swings around. Wang picked it in Beijing, and Huan was really comfortable to drink.

Where are the fish in the seaweed? The long tail is shaking. Where did Wang pick it in Beijing? The wine he enjoyed was really enjoyable.

The fish there are in algae, shad. Where the king is in Beijing, he is in a good place.

5. There are Jiayu in the south

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The south produces delicious fish, which wags its tail. There is wine at a gentleman's banquet, and guests are happy.

Fresh fish are produced in the south, and fish swim with the current. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests are at the banquet.

There is a branch bend in the south, and the gourd vine is tight. A gentleman's banquet includes wine, guests' banquet and peace.

Bo dove flies in the sky, gathering trees in all directions. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests drink heartily, replacing wine with cups.

Sentences related to fish

1. I hate prickly shad, tasteless begonia and unfinished Dream of Red Mansions. -Zhang Ailing

2. Men are water and women are fish.

3, don't say that fish have no tears, even if it flows into the whole sea, you have no idea.

You must be a quiet adult. Don't be emotional, don't miss it secretly, and don't look back. Fuck your other life. You should be obedient, not all fish will live in the same sea. -Haruki Murakami

Modern society is no longer an era of eat small fish and big fish, but an era of fast fish eating slow fish.

6. There is a kind of fish named Kun in the Northern Ghost. Kunda, thousands of miles away. Become a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away. Fly away angrily, its wings hang in the sky like clouds. -"Zhuangzi"

7, the bird loves the old forest, and the pond fish loses its source. -translated by Tao Yuanming

8. The fish took the bait, because the fish fell in love with the fisherman, and it was willing to make the fisherman smile with its own life.

3. What are the poems about "eating fish"? 1. "Jia Yu is in the south"

Pre-Qin anonymous

The south produces delicious fish, which wags its tail. There is wine at a gentleman's banquet, and guests are happy.

Fresh fish are produced in the south, and fish swim with the current. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests are at the banquet.

There is a branch bend in the south, and the gourd vine is tight. A gentleman's banquet includes wine, guests' banquet and peace.

Bo dove flies in the sky, gathering trees in all directions. There is wine at the gentleman's banquet, and the guests drink heartily, replacing wine with cups.

2. Li Yu

Pre-Qin anonymous

Fish swim in the bamboo basket, ah, rich yellow cheeks also have small sand blowing. Enthusiastic hosts have plenty of wine, which is not only delicious but also big!

The fish went into the bamboo basket, and the beautiful Spanish mackerel had one head. The hospitable host has wine, not only the banquet is rich, but also the wine is mellow!

Fish call friends to bamboo cages, and catfish swim quickly to carp. The hospitable host has wine, which is not only delicious but also full of dishes! There are many things,

Vicky Jia! Good food is good taste, and there are all kinds of good food. The food should be as good as possible and the supply should be timely.

3. First arrived in Huangzhou

Su Shi in Song Dynasty

Laughing all your life will be ridiculous when you get old.

All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Not as good as a foreigner, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.

Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.

4. Fishing Songs, Flowers and Autumn

Five generations of Li Xun

Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In blue smoke, under the bright moon, at the beginning of the boat.

Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books, regardless of fame and fortune.

5. Qiu Yongjiang

Lin Bu in Song Dynasty

The vast sand mouth egrets sleep, and the blue sky is flooded without a trace.

Love reed flowers, fireworks and fish boats after rain.

6. "Tour Shanxi Village"

Song dynasty: Lu you

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

7. Hengmen

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Under the cross gate, you can stay up late. Secretion of the ocean, you can enjoy hunger.

Does it eat fish? Is it a river? Is it ginger to marry a wife?

Does it eat fish? Could it be carp in the river? Is marrying a wife the son of Song?

8. Money

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Lacquer water town has beautiful scenery and rich fishery resources. Zhanyu tuna and pseudo-giant carp also surfaced. It was built to sacrifice it, not to do great things.

9. Two Fishermen

Tang Dynasty: Jong Li

I went to the depths of the reed flowers, and the color of Xiguangshan was very good in the evening.

Fishermen greet each other by opening accounts, while young children compete to see dogs barking.

Xuean withered in white robes, laughing and attracting carp as village mash.

Stay on the stream frequently, and the fishing boat will return to the moon.

10. Send it to Han Yu

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

The wild house is not my room, and the new house has not been decided. Reading is to avoid dust and sundries, and you will feel idle here.

After the Guoduoyuan market, mulberry fruits were one after another. Traveling alone is lonely, like sending an empty Yunshan.

The scenery in summer is often poisonous during the day, and there are no cicadas in the jungle. When you wash in Linxi, you will get rid of your physical troubles.

Looking at Zengcheng out of the forest, the gentleman is in the meantime. Grass seals in Fu Rong prevented me from traveling here.

Memories of holding a fishing rod in the west beach. * * * I got a carp and cooked it in front of me.

When I came back from several dynasties, I sighed alone.

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.

5. The poem about fishing is 1, and the poem about fishing is "a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow".

original text

Xue Jiang

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Step 2 take notes

Absolutely: no, no.

Wan Jing: Virtual refers to thousands of ways.

Footprints of people.

Loneliness: loneliness.

Basket: Bi Yi, Dai Li: Bamboo hat. ("gun", ancient clothes used for rain protection; "Dai", a hat used in ancient times to prevent rain. )

One person: One person.

3. Translation

Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.

Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.

4. Brief analysis

In this poem, everything is snowy, the mountains are snowy, the roads are snowy, and "Qian Shan" and "Wanjing" are snowy, making "birds fly away" and "people disappear". Even the awning and fisherman's hat are covered with snow. But the author did not explicitly associate these scenes with "snow". On the contrary, in this painting, there is only Jiang and only Rulu. Of course, the river will not store snow, and it will not be covered by snow. Even if it falls into the river, it will immediately become water. However, the author only used the word "cold river snow" to connect the two farthest images, giving people a vague, distant and narrow feeling and forming a long-distance lens. This makes the main object described in the poem more concentrated, dexterous and prominent. Because even the river seems to be covered with snow, even the places where there is no snow are covered with snow, which completely describes the dense and thick snow and completely sets off the atmosphere of water and sky. As for the word "cold" used above, it is of course to point out the climate; But the poet's subjective intention is to write the fisherman's spiritual world quietly. Imagine, in such a cold and quiet environment, the old fisherman is not afraid of the cold and the snow, forgetting everything and devoting himself to fishing. Although his body is lonely, his personality is lofty and aloof, even a little awe-inspiring. This illuminated and beautified image of the fisherman is actually the sustenance and portrayal of Liu Zongyuan's own thoughts and feelings. It can be seen that the word "Hanjiangxue" is the "finishing touch", which organically links the front and back parts of the whole poem, not only forming a concise and general picture, but also shaping a complete and prominent image of the fisherman.

6. What are the poems about fishing? 1, Yuwan.

Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi

Fishing in Green Bay comes in spring, and apricot blossoms come 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.

Translation:

Fishing in Lvshui Bay in spring, and apricot blossoms in spring. The water in the pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus leaves shake before the fish swim. Until dusk, I waited for my bosom friend, tied up my boat and docked at the green bank.

2. On the Lake

Tang Dynasty: Changjian

The old man sits on the rock head on the lake, but the peach blossom water in the lake flows.

The bamboo pole waved endlessly. I don't know who swallowed my hook.

Translation:

An old man sat on the top of a rocky mountain fishing, and the peach blossoms floating on the lake slowly flowed away. However, all this seems to have nothing to do with him. Facing the beautiful scenery in front of us, with or without fish.

3. Children go fishing

Tang Dynasty: Hu Lingneng

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.

Translation:

A child with unkempt hair and immature face learned to fish like an adult by the river, sitting sideways in the grass, and weeds covered his figure. Hearing passers-by asking for directions, the child waved indifferently, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

4. Fishermen in Huaihe River

Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu

There is a white-haired old fisherman in the Bailang River. As soon as the river bank wind blows, the old fisherman's home will be settled wherever his boat goes.

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.

Translation:

White waves are rolling in the Huaihe River, and white-haired fishermen take boats as their home. The water is breezy and fishing boats are drifting around. The old fisherman just caught a long bass, and his children and grandchildren are busy blowing fire to eat bass.

5. Nanchi

Tang Dynasty: Li Ying

Little men provide bait, women rub silk, and fragrant mashed potatoes overflow.

At sunrise, two fish are eating, and the family is laughing and laughing in Nanchi.

Translation:

The little boy prepared the bait, his wife twisted silk to make a fishing line, and his husband twisted his turban upside down, with a pot of turbid wine floating around him. The sun rose to two poles, and it was just when the fish were looking for food that one fish after another bit the hook. The family happily continued to fish in Nanchi.

7. Poems about fishing Ji Xiaolan's "fishing quatrains"

One pole, one paddle, one boat, one fisherman and one hook.

A clap, a shout and a smile, one person monopolizes a river of spring water. "

The fishing rod of Tang Shenquan

Asahi gathers red smoke and hangs a pole to go to Lvchuan.

People suspect that sitting in the sky, fish hanging in the mirror.

Be alert when pushing, and guess every time you pull the hook by mistake.

Turbulent danger should ignore the jurisdiction, and the pool is quiet and wants to leave the boat.

It's still good to fish for jade, but it's not good for me to collect gold.

If you want to see bait, you will be greedy.

Tang Gao Shi Yu ge

The winding shore has deep pools and mountains, and my eyes can't move.

The whole world wants to know his name, so he hasn't asked for a long time.

Don Zhang's "Fishing Songs".

White flies in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water, 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.