A good poem about fishing in early summer

1. A poem about fishing by the lake in summer

Zhang (Late Tang Dynasty)

Egrets fly in front of Xizhai 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.

Angler beach

Chu Guangxi

Fishing Qingqu in spring, apricot blossoms in spring. The pool is clear and the water is shallow.

Lotus moves fish powder. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.

Children fishing

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.

Prime Minister Zhang Zailin Dongting

meng haoran

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky 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. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

lodge

Du Mu

There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. 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.

Old fisherman

liu zongyuan

The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood. Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog.

This is a green landscape. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.

Taohuajiang

Xu Zhang

A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.

Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?

Jiangcun is that thing.

Sikongshu

Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.

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.

Lanxi bangge

Dai Shulun

Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.

The sentence of fishing in summer is 1. We teach people to fish, not to fish. —— Ma Yun, Chairman and CEO of Alibaba Group

2. "I want to have a car with you in the future, and then go out for an outing every weekend, go camping in spring, go fishing in summer, go to hot springs in autumn and go skiing in winter." There is our favorite music in the car. Sometimes there may be no destination, so it's good to walk around the city and see the changes around. "

When I think of fishing, I think of things that don't belong to modern society. The idea of sitting under a willow tree and by a quiet pond all day-the kind of quiet pond you can sit next to-belonged to before the war, before the radio, before the plane and before Hitler.

3. The poem about fishing is one boat, one hat, one boat, one inch hooked with a rod, one bottle of wine and one song, and 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, Ting Cao, Ting Blue robe, 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.

4. What are the poems about fishing? (Tang) Liu Zongyuan's "A Thousand Miles 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 singing among the flowers. The most beautiful symphony in the world is the fishing bell. Let's go home and draw bamboo to bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.

Zheng Banqiao's black veil is not an official, and his sleeves are 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 seven miles? It makes me want to throw a shot. Fisherman Zhang Songling caught fish happily in the storm, and the pine and cypress in the thatched cottage won the climb.

Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, when the wind and waves rise, you must return. The fisherman in Zhang Yutai, brown as fur, bowed in twos and threes.

You can swim vertically, and the white waves of the Yangtze River never worry. Songjiang crab.

5. What are the poems about "fishing"? 1. In the early Tang Dynasty, fishing in the Green Bay of Fishing Bay in Guangxi, with 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.

2. Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue", there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

3. Tang Bai Juyi's "Fishing" screamed and suddenly thought about the beginning of the tenth year. Third, climb to the first place, and first enter the open road. There are many changes in life, and there are gains and losses in foreign affairs. Today, I'm going fishing with Jiang Zan and Sha Tou.

4. Tang's "Child Fishing", a teenager with long hair, learned to hold on to nylon tightly and sat by the raspberry moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

5. Tang Dumu's accommodation, lonely hotel, I was locked in 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.

Fishing refers to fishing with a fishing rod: fishing Weng by the stream, commonly known as "fishing". Belongs to one of sports activities. Use fishing rods, hooks and fishing lines to catch fish from rivers, lakes and reservoirs. There are two types: freshwater fishing and sea fishing. The former has techniques such as bottom fishing, flowing water fishing and middle-level fishing. The latter is divided into shore fishing and boat fishing.