Poetry of fishing boats at sea

1. A poem describing a fishing boat at sea When my boat was moored in the fog, the sun dimmed and ancient memories began. Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande"

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.

The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. Bodhisattva in Wei Zhuang

Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. Li Bai's It's Hard to Walk

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Li Bai's The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou

Boat, dream into furongpu. Zhou Bangyan su curtain

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey

2. Poems about fishing boats at sea When my boat was moored in the fog, the sun dimmed and old memories began.

Meng Haoran's "Sleeping at night by Jiande River" can't stop the apes on both sides of the strait, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. Li Bai's "The Beginning of Bai Di City" has green hills on both sides, and solitary sails are coming.

In Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain, the spring water is brighter than the sky, drawing a boat and listening to the rain. Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man" looks at a boat, and the waves are lingering.

Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, one day I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight up across the deep sea. Li Bai's it is hard to go has a solitary sail and a blue sky, but only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Spring tide brought rain late, and no one crossed the boat in the wild. Wei's Looking at Chuzhou Xixi is a canoe, dreaming of Furong Pu.

Zhou Bangyan's "Su Lian", the east ship is quiet, and the west ship is quiet. We see the white autumn moon entering the river. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour.

3. Poems related to fishing boats and poems related to fishing boats are:

1, Thirteen Poems of South Garden by Li He in Tang Dynasty (13th)

Original text:

The grove is open to the path, and the long night smoke is wet. Liu Hua surprised the snow pool, and the wheat rain rose to the stream field.

The ancient temples are sparse, and the distant haze breaks the moon. The sand head knocks on Shi Huo, and the bamboo pole burns the fishing boat.

Translation:

The path in the forest gradually lights up in the morning light, and the delicate weeds are wet by smoke at night. Catkins fall all over the river, which is surprising. I thought it was snow, a spring rain, which filled the wheat fields by the stream.

There is a slow clock in the ancient temple, and the moon is high in the clouds on the hill. At night, fishermen knock stones on the shore to make a fire and light bamboo, and the fire reflects the fishing boat.

2. Peach Blossom Creek by Zhang Xu in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

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

Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the cave in Qingxi?

Translation:

A Gao Qiao appeared across the clouds and asked about the fishing boat on the west side of the rock.

Peach blossoms flow all day. Which side of Qingxi is the entrance of Taoyuan Cave?

3. Taoyuan Star by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the mountains in spring, and the peach trees on both sides lead him to an ancient source. Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance until he came to the end of the blue stream, and suddenly-strange people! .

This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path. Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo.

Translation:

Fishing boats go down the river in pursuit of beautiful spring scenery, and peach blossoms on the shore reflect the red on both sides of the ancient ferry. Flowers and trees are colorful, forgetting the distance; At the end of Qingxi, I suddenly saw a vague crowd.

Walk into the deep and tortuous mountain pass, and then go forward, and you will be suddenly enlightened. From a distance, green trees gather like clouds, and when you enter the village, you will see bamboo and flowers in front of every household.

4. Yang Wanli sailed to Anren in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.

No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

Translation:

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.

No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turned out that they didn't want to shelter from the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

5. Song Dai Fugu's "Jiangcun Night"

Original text:

When the sunlight falls on the river head, the sand will level off, the tide will recede and the fishing boat will tilt.

Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.

Translation:

The sunset on the river covered the beach by the river. The tide receded and the fishing boat leaned against the shore.

A pair of white waterfowl stopped by the river. Smelling someone coming, I flew into the reeds warily.

4. Poems about fishermen's life (1) Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river.

People come and go on the river,

But I like perch beauty.

Look at a boat,

In and out of the storm.

(2) Lanxi Jipin Tang? Dai Shulun

The cool moon hangs like an eyebrow in Liuwan,

The more you look in the mirror.

Three days of peach blossom rain in Lanxi,

Carps come to the beach at midnight.

(3) Go to the fisherman to register at night.

Fishermen are at the estuary, and the tide flows into Chai Fei.

The traveler wanted to stay, but the host didn't come back.

Shenzhu village is far away, and there are few fishing boats on the moon.

Looking for the beach in the distance, the grass clothes in the spring breeze.

The rest are scattered poems related to fishermen's lives.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.

Come to the lost place again and ask the fishing boat under the flowers.

The terraces are empty, and the forest is fishing.

The people on the list jumped into the fire, and the fish stayed in the pool and smoked.

Put out the candles on the pillow and catch the breath of fishing at night.

The old house firewood fishing ground, Artemisia capillaris should have disappeared.

Wax sounds shock clouds and dreams, and fishing songs shock Chu ci.

Tiger tiger falls all over Chen Hu, especially on the seashore, listening to fish songs at night.

How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.

Destroy the shadow of fishing. Zewo investment points.

The fisherman's children can't avoid seeing Lang Jiao.

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods.

My brother is still fishing and hunting in the neighboring village, and he cries a few lines in a book.

Fish is satisfied, firewood is satisfied.

The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

If I live in the Peach Blossom Garden, I won't let the petals of peaches fall into the water and go out with the water, because I am afraid that fishermen will find holes with the water when they see peaches in the water!

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

Where is the canglang fisherman? Drums and fishing songs are different.

I hope it helps you.

5. What 1 poems describe "mountains, rivers, fish and boats"? Looking at the Dongting Date: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

2. "Partridge, I am a landscape lang" Year: Song Author:

I'm Kiyodo Shanshuilang. Tianjiao's distribution and sparseness. I once gave Yu a wind ticket, but I was tired of borrowing a Zhang Yueliang stamp from a cloud. There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines. Several times, I looked at the marquis. Jade Pagoda Golden Que has no intention of returning, and plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang.

3. "Give Yinshan People" Year: Tang Author:

A passer-by in the gloomy mountains, he has been famous for forty years. When you are afraid of someone, loneliness should be convenient.

A public servant in the world, his career is Su Tian. Rattan hanging reading account, bamboo net fishing boat.

4. "Get up early" era: Song Author: Lu You

Haiyan swallows milk, and Rong Kui doubles.

When the fishing boat first entered the market, it had not yet entered the door.

In the new year, I stopped Korean classes, and my family was poor, saving a little money for meals.

New pharmacies, rice seedlings all over the village.

5. "Linjiang Xianzi Crossing the Water and Crossing the Mountain" Time: Song Author:

I recited poems more than 1000 times before crossing the water and mountains. The Huai waves are cold, and the rain is sparse. Herons on the beach in smoke cages, people who buy fish on board. You can stay in the secluded room of the ancient temple and stay at the monk's house at night. The dream soul began to cry. Sorrow leads to sorrow, and tears write back to the original.

What is the meaning of scenery?

The word landscape has three meanings: water flowing down from the mountain; Mountains and water generally refer to mountains, rivers, rivers, lakes and seas; The abbreviation of landscape painting refers to Chinese painting with scenery as its theme. Landscape painting is a painting with natural scenery as the main description object, which is the first of the three major themes of traditional painting in China.

6. Poems describing ships and ships clearly describe ships and ships:

Meng Haoran, a night berth on Jiande River

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Banquet Speech-Wang Zhihuan

Under the long dike, the spring water is long and slowly flows through the Zhanghe River. Don't listen to the voice urging you to go. You can't sail in a shallow place like Taoxi.

From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou-Meng Haoran

Listen to the cries of apes, listen to the river rushing in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

Listen to running water. -Wang Changling

Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.

Seeing off a friend at Jingmen Ferry-Li Bai

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Secretly write about boats and boats:

Early Cold Pregnancy-Meng Haoran

Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out and I returned to the sky. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.

Send Du Fourteen to Jiangnan-Meng Haoran

Jason Wu, as a hometown connected with water, it is slim for you to go to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.

Yellow Crane Tower —— Li Bai bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

7. A sentence describing a fishing boat 1 There is a boat lying on the river bank, a small fishing boat that has gone through many hardships. It was so shabby that even the cleverest carpenter shook his head and frowned. It is lying quietly. It is too tired and needs a long rest and renovation. It is old, and it has exhausted all its strength, as if a gust of wind could blow its bones away. During the day, it stares into space and recalls the days of wandering. It accompanied its master and sowed one hope after another.

My hometown is by the sea, which is a beautiful seaside city. Of course, this beauty cannot be separated from the sea, fishing boats, fishing nets and hardworking, simple and brave fishermen. When the sail climbed the mast, when the crew stepped on the deck in a hurry and full of energy, when seagulls made cheerful calls in the sky, we listened to the loud whistle. A fishing boat is about to go out to sea, and the crew on board are waving goodbye to their loved ones, expecting the fishing boat to return with full load.

Fishing boats return to Hong Kong not only because of the flood season, but also because of shelter from the wind. Of course, the fishermen are homesick and looking forward to their wives coming back at any time. Another reason is to supply fishing boats. Mending the net is a long-term thing. There are often fishing nets on the road near the fishing port. As a result, grass-blue or sauce-red nets were spread out on the roadside, and fishermen sat on small stools with towels on their heads, and Thoreau shuttled through the mesh, decorating the long fishing port with thick fisherman's customs.

The fourth sentence, small fishing boats once carried expectations and harvested harvest; It once carried fantasy and happiness. At this time, the round sun is marching between the waves. Its face unconsciously turns from red to white, and then from white to red. Because the sun saw the successful fishing boats. Too small and selfish by comparison. It overprotects itself and dresses itself up as a ball in order not to sink in the wind and waves. It thinks too much about itself and dresses itself up as a closed ball in order not to carry anything.

The fifth sentence clearly remembers the embarrassment and desolation that I looked down on that dilapidated stone bridge that day. Now I think it has a vicissitudes of beauty. I want to add words to it, but I think it disturbs its beauty. Let's call it "a fishing boat docked on the sandy shore". Perhaps it is not the scenery that is down and out or vicissitudes, but the mood at the moment, the quiet depression.

The sixth sentence is completely different from the peasant life at sunrise and sunset. The life of fishermen has seasonal changes. Whenever fishing is closed, there is a big fishing net on the road by the sea, surrounded by many people. There are men, women, old people and young people. They spread out their fishing nets and sat on a small bench to mend them. They are sweating profusely, and their skillful skills are dizzying, adding a new labor movement to the beautiful harbor. After the fishing moratorium, the fishermen bathed in the morning sunshine and set sail confidently with laughter.

8. A poem about fisherman's life (1) Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.

You see a boat, going in and out in the storm. (2) Lanxi Jipin Tang? The cool moon in Dai Shulun is like an eyebrow hanging over 60 thousand, and the more you look in the Zhongshan mirror, the more so.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. (3) Fishermen are at the estuary at night, and the tide enters the firewood.

The traveler wanted to stay, but the host didn't come back. Shenzhu village is far away, and there are few fishing boats on the moon.

Looking for the sandy shore in the distance, the spring breeze parted the straw clothes, leaving some scattered poems, several fishing flutes related to fishermen's life, and reeds rising with the wind. Come to the lost place again and ask the fishing boat under the flowers.

The terraces are empty, and the forest is fishing. The people on the list jumped into the fire, and the fish stayed in the pool and smoked.

Put out the candles on the pillow and catch the breath of fishing at night. The old house firewood fishing ground, Artemisia capillaris should have disappeared.

Wax sounds shock clouds and dreams, and fishing songs shock Chu ci. Tiger tiger falls all over Chen Hu, especially on the seashore, listening to fish songs at night.

How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third. Destroy the shadow of fishing.

Zewo investment points. The fisherman's children can't avoid seeing Lang Jiao.

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods. My brother is still fishing and hunting in the neighboring village, and he cries a few lines in a book.

Fish is satisfied, firewood is satisfied. The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. If I live in the Peach Blossom Garden, I won't let the petals of peaches fall into the water and go out with the water, because I am afraid that fishermen will find holes with the water when they see peaches in the water!

A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks. Where is the canglang fisherman? Drums and fishing songs are different.

I hope it helps you.