Poems praising fishing

1. There are many poems about fishing. Choose from them. Complete fishing poems (turn) (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, a thousand paths without footprints, birds flying in the mountains.

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 is fresh because of the rain, and there is the music of pine trees by your window.

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, turbulent wind and waves, three "Zhang Xu Gui Yu Tai", brown is autumn, written in twos and threes.

2. The poem describing fishing is "one boat with one hat, one boat with one thread and one inch hook". Sing a song and get drunk, and catch 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 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. "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, disorderly blue robe, asked people who care about silk, and saw Jun Cao leisurely. "

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, sun delay, incense lead hibiscus to stir the fishing line. "Infinite lotus fragrance dyeing and weaving department clothes, RuanLang where to get the boat back.

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.

From the swallow before going to church to the seagull when the blind date is close to the water. The old lady draws paper for chess, and the young son knocks needles for hooks.

Drugs are the only thing needed for many diseases, and microbodies are preferable. Zhao Meng's "Fishing Songs": "Smoke waves are like boats, and westerly trees fall in autumn.

Alliance gulls and herons are so proud that they don't even take the bait. "A few feet of silk fiber hangs down in the water, and the silver hook swings without a shadow. Fish dare not fuck the emperor, long live the king only catches dragons.

3. The sentences describing fishing are:

1: There are thousands of kinds of leisure and entertainment in the world, and fishing is not as good as immortals.

2. Fish are jumping and frolicking by the pool.

3. "The fish heads wander, catching the wind and waves".

4. There is no wind load, jade beads are ups and downs in the water, and fish jump into the air among green leaves.

5. The silk hangs and the bait splashes to make the undercurrent.

6: There are fish on one side of the river, and the fish side eats bait.

7. There are lonely species, and the fishing companions on the beach have nothing to do.

8. So I chose a big earthworm and put it on the hook, thinking that it must be a big fish that eats the big earthworm. I brewed for a while, concentrated on my right arm and threw the fishing line into the middle of the river. The ripples on the river made my eyes ache, but no fish took the bait. I was very angry and sat on the stone.

9: I seem to have "uprooted" the fish. When it is uprooted, its tail can't stop swinging. I pulled the hook out of the fish mouth, put the fish food on it and threw it into the water.

10: There is a unique light rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the enthusiasm of fishermen is not diminished.

1 1: It seems that I have "uprooted" the fish. When it is uprooted, its tail can't stop swinging. I pulled the hook out of the fish mouth, put the fish food on it and threw it into the water.

12: A boat went out on a whim and went fishing in the drizzle.

13: Farmland never leaves Lingtou, and fishing never leaves the beach.

14: Nail the stake before tying the donkey and sow the nest before fishing.

15: I sat by the fish pond, picked up the fishing rod, put fish food on it and threw it at the colorful fish. White fish food looms in the school of fish. A little goldfish stared at my fish food-I ate it and spit it out. I tried to keep the fishing rod still and let the fish feel that the fish food was sprinkled by the fish farmers. Soon, the little goldfish was tricked into swallowing the bait I unhurriedly raised the fishing rod.

4. The poem describing the fishing picture is "A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue", which comes from Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Xue Jiang

Author: Liu Zongyuan

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.

Vernacular 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.

Creative background:

In Yongzhenyuan, Liu Zongyuan participated in the political reform movement headed by Wang. Because of the joint counterattack of conservative forces and eunuchs, the innovation failed. Therefore, Liu Zongyuan was relegated to Yongzhou, which is known as the "Southern Wilderness". Known as Sima when he was in office, he was actually a "criminal" with no real power and was monitored by local officials. There was no place for him in the official residence, so he had to settle down in the west wing of longxing temple, a monk temple.

Since Liu Zongyuan was demoted to Yongzhou, he has been greatly stimulated and depressed mentally. By describing the scenery of mountains and rivers and praising the fishermen who live in seclusion between mountains and rivers, he expressed his lofty and aloof feelings and his anguish and distress in political frustration. So he wrote this famous poem with resentment.

5. Poems praising carp. Rehaixing sent Cui back to Beijing. Cen Can nbsp；; I smell the Hull language of Yinshan Mountain, and the boiling water in the west seems to be boiling.

Many birds at sea dare not fly, and some carp are long and fat. Nbsp; The grass grows on the shore and the snow spins away in the air.

Steamed sodium silicate burns clouds, boiling waves burn waves and frying the moon. Nbsp; Yin fire burns the furnace of heaven and earth, why do you turn to the west? The moon-swallowing cave invaded Taibai, and even Akasaka spread sweat.

Nbsp; You are drunk in Tianshan Guo, and you are watching the sunset at the seaside. The cold of Baitai ointment is pressing, and the inflammation of the hot sea is thin.

Nbsp; appreciate nbsp; This is a farewell poem to a strong friend, praising the wonders of the hot sea. Either in Jiaohe County or in luntai county.

Rehai, also known as Daqingchi and Aral Sea, belongs to Kyrgyzstan today and was under the jurisdiction of my ambassador Anxi in the Tang Dynasty. Although Cen Can has never been there, according to rumors and his long-term experience in remote places, he writes vividly and brilliantly.

For example, there are long and fat carp in the hot sea water cooked in soup; Hot air can steam sand and ignite clouds, but the grass on the shore is evergreen all year round, which is incredible. More interestingly, he can connect this strange natural scene with his friend's imperial status and point out the theme, and this connection is so natural that there is no trace of an axe.

The wind sends the red sail parrot to cross, and the smoke cage is green grass carp island. Tao Hongjing, a medical master in Hou Liang, praised carp for its "long fish and delicious food"; Nbsp; In the Book of Songs, it is said that "eating its fish is the carp of the river"; Drink royal friends, turtle carp. Nbsp "Li Yu" said: "Luo Li river bream is more expensive than cattle and sheep."

Nbsp After eating the Yellow River carp, Cai Yong, a great poet in the Han Dynasty, left a poem for later generations: "The guests from afar left me two carp, called some cooked carp, and there was a book in it." Nbsp "Qingbarnyard grass copy" also said: "The carp of the Yellow River is very good, ..." Its taste is sweet and fresh, and it can be called a treasure crystal "; The eyes are like beads and scales, and the red carp is like a god. Liu Yuxi's poem "Send Cui Chu" in Tang Dynasty nbsp；; It reads: "Acacia looks at Huai water, and double carp should not be rare. "

Nbsp Dugu and the poem "Who to Send to Hunan" wrote: "Wang Cheng did not return, and did not send carp." Nbsp "Ancient Yuefu" is specific again: "Guests come from afar and leave me a pair of carp. Fish, Hu er cooks carp, and there is a ruler book in it. "

Nbsp Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once praised the Yellow River carp in a poem: "The Yellow River carp was originally in Jin Meng, but it has not yet become a dragon, and it has returned with all the fish." Nbsp Hu Lancheng's sentence: "Narcissus has gone by carp, and there are many red tears overnight." Li Shangyin's "Farewell to Banqiao" poem: Narcissus wants to go to carp, and hibiscus tears more than one night.