Modern poetry about fishing
1. Modern poems and verses about fishing
Modern poems and verses about fishing 1. Poems about fishing
One coop, one hat, one small boat, one foot of silk fiber One inch hook, one song, one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. "I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun." "Egrets are flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are flowing in the water, and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle." Du Fu's poem "Crossing the River" says: "The spring river cannot be crossed, and it is already stormy in February. The bow of the boat is tilted, and the fish are lying high. The flowers of Nagisa are in plain brocade, and the green robes are messed up with grass. I am joking about fishing, and I see you leisurely. "Chu Guangxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, sang in "Fishing Bay": "Fishing in Green Bay. In spring, the apricot blossoms are in bloom, the pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. "The fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets stand in the cold grass, and the waves are gently cut by the grass wind, and the sun is late." Late, the fragrance attracts the lotus and stirs up the fishing line. "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, where can Ruan Lang go back to the boat?" I feel inferior to a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to fish close to the beach. "Jiangcun": "The Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the Yangtze River is quiet in spring. Swallows come and go in front of the hall, and gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks. The only medicine is needed for many diseases. In addition, a small body is more desirable. "Zhao Meng's "Fishing Song": "A boat is floating in the mist, and trees are falling on the lakes in the west wind. The gulls and herons are proud of themselves, and even the bass can't take the bait." ,
The silver hook swung away without a trace,
No fish dared to face the emperor,
Long live the king only fished for dragons.
2. Poems about fishing
There are so many, choose from them. Complete collection of fishing poems (reprinted) Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds have disappeared over thousands of mountains, and all traces of people have disappeared. .
A man in a boat with a raincoat and a hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Qiujiang River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen. A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi Fishing is green in spring, and apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.
The pond is clear but the water is shallow. When the lotus moves, the fish scatter. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children’s Fishing Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair learns fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is horizontal, and the water is empty and clear. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
Travel and accommodation Du Mu There is no good company in the hotel, so the love will be quiet. The cold lamp reminds me of old things, and the broken goose alarms melancholy to sleep.
The distant dream returns to invade the dawn, and the letter from home arrives the following year. There is a beautiful moonlit sky in Cangjiang River, and the door is a fishing boat.
The Fisherman Liu Zongyuan The fisherman sleeps near the western rock at night, and at dawn he absorbs the clear water and burns the bamboos of Chu. When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.
Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. Peach Blossom Stream Zhang Xu The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are seen on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, wherever the hole is by the clear stream. Things are happening in Jiangcun by Sikong Shu. After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up. The moon is setting in Jiangcun and it is time to sleep.
Even if the wind blows away all night, it is only by the shallow water of reed flowers. Song of Lanxi by Dai Shulun The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. Fishing Couple Pi Rixiu Yanling Beach is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing gear is returned to the stone layer.
The smoke and waves are shallow and the canopy is cold, so I can't sleep, and I will bite the fish with dry clams. Untitled (Ming Dynasty) Xie Jin Several feet of silk are hanging in the water, and the silver hook is swung without a trace. No fish dares to face the emperor, long live the king only fishes for dragons.
Climbing Mount Xian with the Scholars Meng Haoran People change things, and their exchanges become ancient and modern. The mountains and rivers have left traces of their beauty, and we will come here again.
The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, but the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.
Mountain-dwelling Autumn Borer (Wang Wei) After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Sending the monk back to Japan Qian Qi Lived in the country by chance, and the journey was like a dream. The sky is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, but the method of death is light.
The water and moon penetrate the Zen silence, and the fish and dragons listen to the sound of Sanskrit. But pity for the shadow of a lamp can make your eyes bright for thousands of miles.
Reward Zhang Shaofu Wang Wei In his later years, he just loved to be quiet and didn't care about anything. I have no long-term plan, and I know I will return to the old forest.
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. When you ask poor questions, the fishermen's songs go deep into Pu Shen.
Go to the Tongguan Posthouse in Queti in autumn by Xu Hun. The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion. The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away. When the bright moon comes in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.
Fisherman on the Huai River Zheng Gu The white-haired old man on the white-headed waves returns home and returns the boat to the Pupu wind. A new one-foot-long bass is caught, and the children and grandchildren blow fire among the flowers.
Wind Fishing Cheng Pengchi The wind blew the waves on the water to a high level, which made me blame the weather for not letting up. An Neng calmed down his anger and caught a carp for a delicious meal.
Traveling is Difficult Li Bai A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate contains ten thousand coins of treasure. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Those who look for hermits in the Western Mountains will not find Qiu Wei. The top is a Mao Ci, which goes straight up for thirty miles.
There are no servants in the gate, but only a few cases in the room. If it weren't for driving a car, it would be fishing for autumn water.
If we don't meet each other, we will stand still in the air. The grass is green in the new rain, and the pine trees sound outside the window at night.
The tranquility and tranquility of this place are enough to sway the heart and ears. Although there is no guest idea, he has quite a clear understanding. He can only go down the mountain when he is exhausted, so why wait for his son.
Qingxi Wang Wei said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Daughters from Luoyang Wang Wei Daughters from Luoyang live opposite each other, so they can be more than fifteen years old. The beloved man rides a horse, and the maid holds a carp on a golden plate.
The painted pavilions and vermilion towers face each other, with red peach and green willow hanging over the eaves. The seven-incense car was presented with Luo Guan, and the precious fan was welcomed back to Jiuhua Tent.
The crazy husband’s wealth lies in his youth, and his arrogance and extravagance make Ji Lun. Self-pitying jasper teaches dance personally, and does not hesitate to give coral to others.
The dawn of spring extinguishes the nine micro fires, and the nine microscopic flowers fly. After the play, when there was no reason to play, I only wore incense and sat there in makeup.
The city is bustling with acquaintances, and they pass by Zhao Li's house day and night. Who can pity the Yue girl whose face is like jade?
Fisherman Looking forward to Spring Ding Hong Hidden in a hut to hide from the cold winter, suddenly he saw green willows on the wall. Just waiting for the earth to be red with peach blossoms, and a pair of golden hooks to fish for a golden dragon. The cicadas and orioles are playing on the Dinghong trees, and the bees and crickets are chirping in the flowers. The symphony in the world is the most beautiful fishing bell. I say goodbye to home, paint a bamboo to bid farewell to Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of Weixian County, throw away the black gauze and refuse to be an official, the paddle rustles and my sleeves are cold; write down a branch Thin bamboos are used as fishing rods on the river in the autumn wind.
Drunk Song on Shiyu Lake and Preface Yuanjie Mansou used the rice from the public fields to make wine. When he had time off, he would carry the wine on the lake and get drunk every now and then. In the midst of joy and drunkenness, he gathered fish from the shore of the lake to get wine, and had the boat carry it, and everyone drank and sat down.
When I was doubtful, I leaned on Baqiu and drank my wine on Junshan Mountain. The disciples sat around the cave, and their wine boats touched the waves. Those who came and went composed songs to keep them afloat. Shiyu Lake is like a Dongting, and the summer water is full of spring in Junshan.
The mountains are like bottles, the water is like marshes, and drunkards sit on islands. The wind is blowing continuously and the waves are strong, so people cannot transport the boats.
I sit on Baqiu with a long gourd and drink four cups to relieve my sorrow. Sauvignon Blanc Lu You Yun Qianzhong.
A thousand weights of water. In the midst of thousands of clouds and water.
The moonlight collects the fishing tube. The head is still young.
Not deaf. Even if you drink wine, your face will turn red.
Who is the same as one? The bridge is like a rainbow.
The water is empty. A leaf is floating in the mist.
The Heavenly Sect is called Fang Weng. Side canopy.
Make the river wind. Crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market.
The evening bell will be heard. Two Poems by the Fisherman by Lu You Jinghu Lake overlooks the two blue skies.
A boat with ten thousand hectares of glass. Dance with a stick and sleep in a cocoon.
Don’t be a celestial being, be a narcissus. Chang'an doesn't have to pay homage to several ministers.
The fisherman was sleeping drunk and yet to wake up. The smoke boat is small and the fishing cart is light.
Pointing to Meishan in the distance, there is a little green. Fisherman Wu Zhen Fishing for no reason is in the middle of an empty pond, and the fish cannot be handled by a big boat.
Worry can overwhelm you, but it can ups and down you. Take everything lightly and don’t go too deep. Lingyang Lawsuit has three gates and six thorns on the beach. Li Bai There are three gates and six thorns on the beach.
The stone is startling and the tiger is crouching, and the water-like dragon is circling. Why worry about Qili Lai, it makes me want to cast my pole. Fisherman Zhang Songling I enjoy the storm and fish in leisure, the pine trees and junipers in the thatched cottage have already surpassed the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain, strong winds and waves are rising and must be returned. Three Fishing Songs by Zhang Zhihe Diaotai Fisherman's fur is brown, and he writes in twos, twos, and threes.
3. Poems about fishing
Children's fishing
The author Hu Linneng wrote in the Tang Dynasty
A boy with a shaggy head learns fishing and sits sideways Berry moss reflects.
Passers-by asked me to wave, fearing that I would be frightened and ignored.
Related tags Children's Fishing Poetry Scenes
Translation and Notes
Translation
A child with disheveled hair and a green face is in Learning to fish by the river, he sat sideways in the grass, with the weeds hiding his figure.
When a passerby asked for directions, the child waved his hand indifferently, fearing to disturb the fish and not daring to respond to the passerby.
Notes
⑴Puffy: Describes the cuteness of children. Childish: A young, ignorant child. Fishing: Fishing. Lun: Silk thread used for fishing.
⑵Berry: a kind of weed. Moss: Bryophyte. Ying: cover.
4. Poems about fishing
1. The poem "The Fisherman" written by He Ning of the Five Dynasties: "The egrets stand in the cold weather of Bai Zhi Ting, when the grass wind gently cuts the waves. The smoke curtains, the sun Late in the day, the fragrance attracts hibiscus and stirs up the fishing line." 2. Yu Xuanji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of summer fishing in "I heard Li Duangong fishing and sent gifts back": "The infinite fragrance of lotus dyes the clothes, where can Ruan Lang get his boat? Returning. I am not as good as a mandarin duck couple, but I still have to fish close to the beach." 3. Du Fu's "River Village": "The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the spring of the Yangtze River is quiet. The swallows come and go in front of the hall, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The wife draws paper to make a chess game, and the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. All the illnesses require is medicine, and a small body can be better." 4. Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and Presenting a Letter" "The lake in August is level, and the connotation is too clear. The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, you only envy the fish." 5. Ji Xiaolan's "Fishing Quatrains": "One pole, one oar, one fisherman, one A fisherman catches a fishhook, claps, shouts and smiles, one person occupies the entire river." 6. Of course, Liu Zongyuan's "River Snow" is the first to write a winter fishing poem. "Weng, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river." 7. Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun Jishi": "After returning from fishing, I didn't tie up the boat, and the moon set in Jiangcun to sleep. Even if the wind blew away all night, I was only by the shallow water of the reed flowers." 8. Lu You's poem "Occasional Titles in Leisure" says: "Songs under the flowers are filled with wine in the spring, and poles are thrown by the river at night under the bright moon." 9. He painted a small fishing rock beside the pond, and the hanging pole reached the slanting light several times. --- ---> Lu You 10. Use romance as your passion, the world as your will, use the rainbow as silk, the bright moon as a hook, and the world's unloyal husband as bait. ----- "Sea Angler" Li Bai 11. A boy with a disheveled head is learning fishing, sitting sideways on the strawberries and moss. Passers-by ask questions and wave from a distance, fearing that the fish will be frightened and not respond. --------------- "Children's Fishing" by Hu Linneng.
5. Poems about fishing
Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds fly over thousands of mountains, and all traces of people disappear.
A man in a boat with a raincoat and a hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Qiujiang River (Qing Dynasty) by Wang Shizhen. A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and a rain hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. Fishing Song Zi (Late Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Chu Guangxi in Fishing Bay. Fishing is green in spring, and the apricot flowers are in bloom in deep spring.
The pond is clear but the water is shallow. When the lotus moves, the fish scatter. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.
Children Fishing by Hu Linneng A child with unkempt hair is learning fishing, sitting sideways with the berry moss reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.
Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake in August is level, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.