A poem about a man fishing in the river.

The poem about fish in the river is 1. What are the ancient poems about fishing in the river?

1. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. —— Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

2. A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook. Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone. ("Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map" Wang Shizhen

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of driving a boat and sailing towards the sun. -"Three Difficult Poems" (I) Li Bai

4. When I sit here, I watch a fisherman throw, just like a fish. -"Dongting Prime Minister Zhang" Meng Haoran

Several feet of silk fiber hung in the water, and the silver hook disappeared without a trace. Fish dare not go to the emperor, long live the king only catches dragons. -Untitled Jie Jin

6. Write a thin bamboo as a fishing rod on the Qiu Jiang. -"Drinking Songs in Shiyu Lake" Zheng Banqiao

7. A romantic experience, a misty rain, living in the west of Diaoyutai. -"Magpie Bridge Fairy" Lu You

8. Today, I will go fishing with Jiang Zan and Sha Tou. -"Hanging Fishing" Bai Juyi

2. What are the ancient poems about fishing in the river?

Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan's Hundred Mountains Without Birds, Thousand Paths Without Footprints.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. 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. The fisherman fished for no reason, the empty pool was 6261696416fe59b9e7ad943133335323465, and the fishing boat was powerless.

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.

The wind and waves are rising in Taihu Lake and Dongting Mountain. Zhang's three fishing songs must be returned on the Diaoyutai.

3. Poems about fish

1, if successful, why not quit? You would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

2. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and 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.

3. Narcissus wants to go to carp, and hibiscus cries more than one night.

Lin Dajin is a thing in the pool, just like the wind and cloud will turn into dragons.

5. The square pool is like a mirror, and koi fish swims in the waves. Just look at the three spring smoke and water heating, and you can see the dragon in one leap.

6, according to the warm red day to see the fish, even the village night is blue and black, and the yellow children gather.

7. Drink Changsha water and eat Wuchang fish. Across the Yangtze River, you can see the endless sky.

8. The swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This feeling is hard to send out.

9. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to come up.

10, phoenix flute, jade pot light, fish dragon dance all night.

1 1, Hongyan flew too long and the ichthyosaur dived into the water.

12, the eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost are free.

13, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for birds to fly.

14, there are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they are all swimming in the air.

15. When Biepu carp arrives, Brocade is full of hate. Begonia bloomed last year. You should also get thinner with the points, and endure tears to find the residual red.

16, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows slanting.

17, the perch is beautiful, and it is empty to wear the southern crown to learn from Chu prisoners.

18, people come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.

19, fish hits lotus leaf, fish hits lotus leaf east, fish hits lotus leaf west, fish hits lotus leaf south, and fish hits lotus leaf north.

20. Injured in Wuxi one winter night, herring fell into the snow.

4. Poems about "Fish"

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. Song? Zhang's Fisherman's Songs

It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Green? Zhu Fengxiang's Wandering in the Country

A guest came from far away and brought me a carp-shaped wooden box with silk and silk letters in it. -Han Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave"

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. -Liu Zongyuan's Little Stone Tan Ji

The sea tide filled the river overnight, and the perch entered the pool at dawn.

It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat.

A guest came from far away and brought me a carp-shaped wooden box with silk and silk letters in it.

Find a dragon before it's too late, and don't wander in the Jianghu. You know, under the bait, you touch the hook!

You do it, you get rich, and you're exposed.

When will you regret when a dead fish cries across the river?

Braised whitebait with ginger and purple vinegar, the snow bowl is more than two feet.

People come and go on the river, but they like the beauty of perch.

The shad covered Zhu Jiang with a net, and the bamboo shoots were fatter than bamboo milk.

After ten years of wandering, I remember cooking in the south, and the eyes of perch are self-evident.

Tonight, I know that spring is blooming and the sound of insects penetrates the green screen window. -Tang Liu Fang Ping

Moonlit night.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. -Don? Liuyueye

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Southern Dynasties. Beam. Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

Spring insects fly away, and dusk birds hide flowers. I am more anxious at night, and the window is idle.

Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.

Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects in the depths of rice fields are singing.

Who is the owner of the rice flower all the way? Red dragonfly and green mantis. —— Le Songlei's "Autumn Village Road"

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Song Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"

Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Miscellaneous Feeling"

I didn't intend to bring a few flowers, but I picked butterflies and went down the mountain. -Zhu Qing Su Jing's "The Woodcutter's Word"

I don't know whether the flowers are good or not. Let bees and butterflies be the precursors.

-Song Yang Wanli "Cold Food Will Make Philosophers Visit the Garden"

A pillow in the south window sleeps for the first time, and butterflies fly like snow in the garden. -Ming Hua Una "Sleeping"

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water. -Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dujiu

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5. What are the poems about "fish"

1. There are many fish in the clear water stone, but there are no birds in the forest. -(Song) Su Shi's "Two Monks from Latin America and Japan Visit the Lonely Mountain"

2. The tide filled the river overnight, and the perch entered the pool at dawn. -Song Yuan Xi, "That is"

3. It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang's Leisure in the Village

The guests came from afar and left me a pair of carp. -Han Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave"

5. Jiang Taigong goes fishing, and the willing takes the bait-"Outside Fu Zi"

Fish in the pond

Song Zhuqingfu

Fang Chi is like a mirror, and koi fish swims in Apollo.

Just look at the three spring smoke and water heating, and you can see the dragon in one leap.

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The stream is gurgling, and the fish jump to know it.

If you chase peach blossoms into the waves, wind and thunder will send Tianchi.

Fish and crayfish/prawns/shrimps

Song Zhanglei

There are several kinds of lotus flowers in a foot pot, and fish and shrimp can also solve the storm.

I have never heard Tianchi music before, and there are whales Peng Naihe.

Look at the fish

Song Yang Wanli

I'm not too hot. I'm still sitting on a tile drum.

Look at the fish in the pond, keep your eyes open and count them over and over again.

Fish are extremely afraid of people and dare not be greedy.

There seems to be no other reason before a fish trial.

When the fish's desire began, they suddenly went back.

Pass a cup from time to time, and suddenly it will be dusk.

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Song xuji

It's sunny and frosty, and the night in Shazhu rings.

I like scale and fine, sometimes I see inches and lengths.

The moon is cold and moving, and the water is quiet and fragrant.

Lovely fisherman's music, Mei Xi Qiu Di Fang.

6. What are the poems about fish?

Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground. Just as the puffer fish wants to go up, the fish is the old hidden fish hole of the splash root, and the bottom of the branch is the bear's paw of the guest boat fish. You can't have both. Instead of coveting fish in deep water, it is better to retreat and build a net. When Jiang Taigong is fishing, whoever wants to catch bait and remove stones can catch a lot of fish, and there are no birds in the forest. (Song) Su Shi's "Arari's Visit to Two Monks in Gushan" One night, the tide came in and the bass entered the pool at dawn. -Yuan Songxi's "This is the way it is" actually said that the Tianjia flavor is beautiful, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang "Leisure in the Village" The guests came from afar and left me a pair of carp. -Han Ming's "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave" has several peaks on the river, visiting the Fairy Lingshan and climbing the same gorge. Want to make contributions, spear fish poem At that time, the pond of Song fish was like a mirror, and koi fish swam in the waves. Just look at the three spring smoke and water heating, and you can see the dragon in one leap. Fish in the Stream The streams in Zhao Fang in the Song Dynasty rippled in blue waves, and fish knew it when they jumped into the water. If you chase peach blossoms into the waves, wind and thunder will send Tianchi. Fish, shrimp and Song He put several kinds of lotus flowers in a one-foot pot, and fish and shrimp also solved the storm. I have never heard Tianchi music before, and there are whales Peng Naihe. Yang Wanli, the old lady, sat on a crock drum without watching the fish. Look at the fish in the pond, keep your eyes open and count them over and over again. Fish are extremely afraid of people and dare not be greedy. There seems to be no other reason before a fish trial. When the fish's desire began, they suddenly went back. Pass a cup from time to time, and suddenly it will be dusk. When the fish were in the Song Dynasty, the wind was clear and the frost was near, and the sand was singing at night. I like scale and fine, sometimes I see inches and lengths. The moon is cold and moving, and the water is quiet and fragrant. Lovely fisherman's music, Mei Xi Qiu Di Fang. Wang Song, the fish watcher, ordered Zhu Jiang to return day and night, and Scar went down the river to stop at the base. If the fisherman doesn't work hard, it will be cold to push the boat. I had so much fun with the fish that I suddenly forgot to be in the mud. I have never heard of the wind of the stone man. Do you believe in silk? Son fish Song Fangyue Peach Blossom Plumbing is fish fat, and the son swells and bursts into the belly. Huang Liyu is full of spring, and crystal salt and vinegar are precious. Jiao Ren died crying, and Long analyzed the punishment and got pregnant. I have millions of soldiers in my chest, and the wine boat is worthy of the Jianghu. Fish Watching Song Cui Pi Xiaoyu likes his relatives. He can fish or sketch. Big fish have their own gods. Hide to see who has energy. Although Lao Chan had no intention, he refused to taste delicious food. When you are at the bottom of Chihiro, you can see it as a dragon badge. Wang Anshi, a fish in the Song Dynasty, sailed around the shore and roared dry. The fish chased each other and enjoyed themselves. No one enters the Cangjiang River, and only when he is dead will he know that the world is wide. Wang Anshi caught fish in shallow water and put it in the deepest place. As soon as the summer heat receded, it swam away. A man without conscience can make seven wishes. I am afraid of everything and would rather give up. He Wen and Chuan30 Cold Dew Harbor Stone dissolved in sunny harbor and spring, asparagus was born in Liu. There are also Jiangnan scenery, peach blossoms and flowing water. Yellow croaker soup Du Fu became more and more familiar with Badong Gorge, and yellow croaker started Sina again. Grease and cream are not suitable for dogs when they grow up. The barrel looks like it, and the wind and thunder are willing to be gods. Looking back, Longlin is hard to blame. When the fish in the stream Tang Bai Juyi's seawater mulberry field wants to change, the wind and waves roll over and boil in Tianchi Lake. Whales swallow jiaozi, waves turn into blood, and fish in deep streams are happy. Xiongxian fisherman Lin Guangze, Nalan county fisherman, attendants lean on Cymbidium. Entering Zhou Wang is a good thing, and different people have different opinions. Pull the scales and fly the snow, and take the golden plate. When you have a party in the same week, you can have a look. Han Bi, assistant minister of Fu, watched the fish in fifteen rhymes. Yan was busy skimming the water and the fish jumped happily. Who can understand this? Time passed quietly. In Song Dynasty, Song Qi in Haoshang was an ignorant fish, and Haoshang knew fish like the back of his hand. Before the spring water is deep, fish are easy to be happy, and the real happiness is the rivers and lakes. The spring breeze of Song Menglu in Jiahe Bayong goldfish pond moved white apples on the old pond, and the water in the pond was clear and shallow. Xinbo has been swimming in the fish music, teasing the river to make a net. Huayang Song Chi Liu Wuji A pool of spring water is as green as moss, followed by new red on the water. Dongfeng looks at the fish, but shakes the flowers but guesses. Fu Song's self-study is like a fish, and I'm not a fish, but my dream is wrapped in glory and fatigue. Dropping out of school is greedy for paper holes, and small windows are exposed to the sun all day. There are two songs in Liuzhou, and the second time in Pan Lake. Cao Xun's net house is leisurely, and the entry pine and bamboo offer coolness. Leaning against the railing, turtles and fish are happy, and lotus flowers are fragrant. And because of the old tour, Shuizhai Prefecture governs Dong Xuan. The town of Wangsongzhi Island belongs to Dongzhou and Shuizhu belongs to Xifu. I'm here to join you. I'm here for lunch. Take the fish at the bottom of the river calmly and enjoy it. Who is this? I am speechless. Eight opinions on the transition from Xiachishan to Shishijian: After staying in Lu for three years, the rain returned to the river. I like fish in the pond, and I see people near bamboo. I will go to Japan today and live in seclusion every year. The heavy chariots and horses disturbed the sleep of wild gulls. In autumn, there are two miscellaneous songs about the chair jumping fish, which are very small and the solution is passed to autumn. A moment of silence is not full, a moment of time transfer. Is it because fish are happy, or because they have no sex? The negotiations are unstable and surging. The topic of posting is to build a Dai villa in the countryside, and a couch shows a lonely old man. Recently, he confessed several lotus incense cases and invited Cui Shan into the porch window. Ever since I had songs and laughter, I have been swimming happily in the fish. When I went to recite poems, I came to Bai Niao. When you go through the door and become a night shop, a bottle will face the silver jar. The trip to Zhongshan is related to Song, Xun, Pingwu, Xinqing and Fengqi, facing the hairspring across the road. There are few people who reach the same goal by different routes, and the Zen leaves are old and spring fragrant. Enjoy the fish slowly and watch the butterflies fly at will. Tonight, two baskets of dragon bells are better than bonzi and quinoa. Group language Wu Yong Baihuazhou Song Li Mi Xun Zhou put the forest sparse, the mountain rang and the spring fell. A little green is dotted with plump plums, and the sparse green meteorites are shocking. There is no profit around, thinking about the rivers and lakes. You have great vanity, so you must listen to the voice of the valley. I even forgot everything, so why should I be happy knowing fish?

Satisfied, please adopt.

7. Poems about fish

Put the fish

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Find a dragon before it's too late, and don't wander in the Jianghu. It should be noted that under the bait, the hook is touched.

Precautions:

This is a philosophical masterpiece, short and pithy, and meaningful. Among China's ancient poems, the earliest poem about fish can be found in The Book of Songs and Speaking of People by Feng Wei. The Dead Fish Weeping over the River in Yuefu Poems of Han, Wei and Six Dynasties is a complete article about fish. There are many poems about things in the Tang Dynasty, but there are still few articles about fish, so this poem "Flying Fish" is a unique and valuable work.

Poems on the night of fish

Nothing is wetter than night.

There is only one dying church.

A fish is holding a bell.

Under the pale mercury column, the fish cried

Sail against the current with an empty iron anchor

Fish as a respiratory substance

In addition to shaking the cradle of nebulae and knitting wavy pajamas

He will dream of the blade in his lifetime.

Dream of running in an empty street.

Look at your tired face.

As if dying of old age on the rising steps.

Grey roe theory

All the fish eggs belong to the tide.

Because of a strange posture of the fish

The girl tore up the sea in the moonlight.

The fish slipped from the ankle of the cape.

Chanting in a low voice about water plants, air and Dante.

Mercury goes to sleep. ...

The cradle of decline is still shaking.

The wet fish is still underwater.

Open your eyes that have lost your temperature.

He is still swimming in the darkness of poetry.

Give up the right to be born like water

For a fish,

The sea is a sunken match.

Polish the salt, and the turbulent sea water is in front of you.

Let the words go hand in hand burn.

Let some sentences sink into the water silently.

Riverside fisherman

Song Fan Zhongyan

People come and go on the river,

But I like perch beauty.

Look at a boat,

In and out of the storm.

[Notes]

1. Fisherman: A fisherman.

2. but: only. Love: I like it. Perch: a kind of fish with a big head and a big mouth, a flat body and thin scales, a green back and a white belly, and delicious taste.

Jun: You. A boat floats on the water like a leaf.

4. haunt: flickering.

[Brief analysis]

This poem is simple in language, vivid in image, strong in contrast and intriguing, reflecting the hardships of fishermen's work and arousing people's concern about people's livelihood. The first sentence is about people coming and going on the river bank, which is very lively. The second sentence describes the mentality of people on the shore and reveals the reasons for "communication". The line of sight drawn in the last two sentences indicates that the fishing boat is swaying in the wind and waves, and pay attention to the fishing site. Although the perch is delicious, it is difficult to catch, which expresses the poet's sympathy for the fishermen's sufferings and deeply exhorts the people on the shore who love the beauty of perch. The contrast between "river" and "storm", the two modes of "coming and going" and "leaf boat", and the two dynamics of "coming and going" show the theme of the whole poem.

8. Poems describing the fish in the pond

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish playing lotus

The pool is like a mirror, and koi fish swims in the waves. Just look at the smoke and water heating in March, and you can see the dragon in one leap. -Song Zhuqing's Fish in the Pond

The stream is gurgling, and the fish jump to know it. If you chase peach blossoms into the waves, wind and thunder will send Tianchi. -Song Zhaofang's "Stream Fish"

The cars around the shore are screaming for water, and the fish are chasing and enjoying each other. No one enters the Cangjiang River, and only when he is dead will he know that the world is wide. -Wang Song Anshi fish

The spring breeze on the pool moves the white apples, and the water in the pool is clear and shallow. Xinbo has been swimming in the fish music, teasing the river to make a net. -Song Menglu's old "Jiahe Bayong Goldfish Pond"

A pool of spring water is as green as moss, and new red blooms on the water. Dongfeng looks at the fish, but shakes the flowers but guesses. -Liu Song Wuji's "Flower Pool"

The sea tide filled the river overnight, and the perch entered the pool at dawn. -Song Yuan Xi, "That is"

It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Zhu Qingfeng Xiang's Leisure in the Village