Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
No bird is flying among those mountains, and no man traces can be seen among those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
On all the mountains, birds have disappeared, and there are no traces of people on all the roads. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
2. Fishermen on the river
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The people who come to the river often only love the perch.
Look at the poor fishermen, bobbing up and down in the big waves, swaying in a small boat.
Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like delicious perch. Look at that little fishing boat, now and then in the raging waves.
3. Shouyangqu Jiangtian Muxue
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
The sky will be dusk, the snow will dance wildly, and half plum blossoms and half catkins will float.
When the river came to Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman disappeared.
It was getting late, and suddenly it began to snow heavily. The flying snowflakes were like plum blossoms and catkins. The evening scenery on the river is as beautiful as a picture, and a fisherman in coir is rowing his boat home on the river.
4. Shouyang Qu Yuan Pu Fan Gui
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
In the sunset, the wine was idle, and the two or three flights never landed.
It's late in the cottage, and the fish sellers at the broken bridge end are scattered.
As the sun sets, the wine house seems to be quiet and leisurely, and only a few boats have not yet landed. Falling flowers fell on the water, as if even the water had become fragrant, and the hut had entered the night. The fish sellers on the broken bridge have also dispersed.
5, the title Qiu Jiang fishing map alone
Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen
A boat with a hat and a stick of silk and an inch of hook.
Singing a song and drinking a bottle of wine, one person catches a river alone.
Sitting in a boat with a hat and a hemp fiber, a fishing line of one foot long and a hook of one inch long; Sing a fishing song loudly and drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in this autumn.
2. The poem about the fisherman's love affair.
Wan Li's boat is small and quiet, and Xi Shi's voice is around. Wash your mind and gain less fame and fortune, and climb the grass of Polygonum cuspidatum.
Count Sha Ou Kanle Road, Liuan Luwan, and the wife laughs with her. Sleep soundly, wind and waves are pretty, no honor, no shame and no trouble.
Partridge day
Fairyland is full of life, and rowing a boat is home. Boil the green turtle with fresh scales, and steam the purple crab with red shrimp.
Green asparagus, water hyacinth bud and water chestnut chicken head are even more commendable. The lotus root is tender and the leaves are tender, and the arrowhead is white and the bird is beautiful.
henbane
A small boat is everywhere, and there is no fear in the smoke. Hanging a hook and casting a net to catch fresh scales, not greasy with sauce, partial to taste, old wives and children will get together.
There are many fish and goods in Chang' an city, and they get drunk in exchange for fragrant mash. The hemp fiber should be lying in Qiu Jiang, snoring and sleeping, without worry, and not between lovers.
Xijiang month
Polygonum cuspidatum flowers reflect the moon, and the yellow reed leaves shake the wind. The sky is blue and the Chu River is empty, stirring a pool of stars.
The big fish in the net form a team, and the small mandarin fish are swallowed into a cluster. The legendary swordsman cajoled me into cooking because it was too strong.
Jiang Xue Tang Liu Zongyuan
No bird is flying among those mountains, and no man traces can be seen among those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river in the Northern Song Dynasty
The people who come to the river often only love the perch.
Look at the poor fishermen, bobbing up and down in the big waves, swaying in a small boat.
Fish Tang Li Qunyu
Find a dragon early, don't wander in the rivers and lakes.
It should be noted that under the bait, the touch is a hook.
3. The poem "Fisherman" about the fisherman
(Tang) Li Zhong
I walk to the depths of the reed flowers,
It's sunny in the evening in Xiguang Mountain.
Fishermen greet each other by opening an account,
Young children vie for a peek at the barking of dogs.
Four fisherman's poems
Su Shi
The fisherman drinks, and whoever goes, the fish and crab pay separately for a while. The wine is not drunk for a long time, regardless of the amount of money.
The fisherman was drunk, but he found his way home when he was drunk. When he woke up, he didn't know where to go.
When the fisherman wakes up, it's spring afternoon, and the dream is broken.
The fisherman laughs, lifts his gulls lightly, and it's a lonely river. Riding a horse by the river is an official, so he lent me a boat to cross the south.
Fisherman (two songs)
Yu Li
One,
The waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent. How many people are there in the world with a pot of wine and a pole?
Second,
A spring breeze, a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are everywhere, wine is everywhere, and you are free in the waves.
Good things happen near fishermen's words
Zhu Dunru
Shake the world of mortals first, and it is even more untimely to wake up drunk. You are used to wearing frost and snow when you work. When you come late, the wind will set the fishing line free, and there will be a new moon up and down. Thousands of miles of water and sky are the same, and you can see the loneliness and the glory.
He da di zhi and fisherman's song
Zhang Songling
Happiness is a storm, fishing is leisure,
The pine path of the thatched cottage has won the climb.
Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain,
The gale rises and must be returned.
old fisherman
Nalanxingde
The autumn wind is better than the lotus. People are faint and misty, and they are blown into the reed piccolo.
Queqiaoxian
Lu you
A romantic day, a misty rain, my family lives in the west of the fishing platform. Selling fish is afraid of getting close to the city gate, but how can I go deep into the world of mortals?
The tide is physiological, the tide is tied, and the tide is gone. When people are wrong, I am an unknown fisherman.
Yuweng
liu zongyuan
An old fisherman spent the night here, under the western cliff, Xiao Ji, Qing Xiang, burning bamboo.
The smoke disappears and no one is seen at sunrise. Alas, it is a green landscape.
I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one.
4. Poems describing fishermen on the river 1, Jiang Xue Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan, a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack. On all the mountains, birds have disappeared, and there are no traces of people on all the roads.
On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow. 2, fishermen on the river Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan came and went on the river, but loved the beauty of bass.
Look at the poor fishermen, bobbing up and down in the big waves, swaying in a small boat. Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like delicious perch.
Look at that little fishing boat, now and then in the raging waves. 3. Shouyang Song Jiang Tian Muxue Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan will be dusk, snow will dance wildly, and half plum blossoms and half catkins will float.
When the river came to Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman disappeared. It was getting late, and suddenly it began to snow heavily. The flying snowflakes were like plum blossoms and catkins.
The evening scenery on the river is as beautiful as a picture, and a fisherman in coir is rowing his boat home on the river. 4. Shouyangqu Yuan Pufan returned to Yuan Dynasty: In the sunset in Ma Zhiyuan, wine was idle, and two or three flights never landed.
It's late in the cottage, and the fish sellers at the broken bridge end are scattered. As the sun sets, the wine house seems to be quiet and leisurely, and only a few boats have not yet landed.
Falling flowers fell on the water, as if even the water had become fragrant, and the hut had entered the night. The fish sellers on the broken bridge have also dispersed.
5. The picture of Qiu Jiang's solo fishing in Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen had a flat boat, a silk thread and an inch hook. Singing a song and drinking a bottle of wine, one person catches a river alone.
Sitting in a boat with a hat and a hemp fiber, a fishing line of one foot long and a hook of one inch long; Sing a fishing song loudly and drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in this autumn.
5. The poem describing the fisherman, "The second time Zou Xixian bought fish, three poems could not be transformed into six poems for the fisherman's question and answer."
Year: Song Author: Yao Mian
There is no gold in the hut, but the boat by the lake can support it.
Even if there is no fish soup rice, you can learn from Dongpo to eat soup.
Four musts with the fisherman
Year: Song Author: Liu Fu
The vast expanse of Cangbo is fertile land, and everything lies in the blue sky.
I don't know when I was born.
Fisherman
Year: Song Author: Lu You
A fisherman in the river's head is married, and a castle peak is not as good as a door painting.
The smoke in the river is light and the rain is sparse, and the old man breaks the waves to fish.
I hate that the canal was born without reading, and Jiangshan is so silent.
I'm also late and ashamed of my pen, and * * * sighs at Jiangshan.
Fisherman
Year: Tang Author: Liu Zongyuan
The fisherman leans on the western hills to repose at night, learns the clear water of Xiang river in the morning, and cooks for firewood.
The sun came out of the clouds and clouds disappeared, and the voice of the oars came from the green mountains and waters.
Looking back to the fishing boat has been drifting down the horizon, the white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.
Gift to the fisherman
Year: Tang Author: Luo Yin
The paddle boat is melodious and the crane is drooping, and the career is empty.
Right and wrong don't start at the moment, and the cold and summer are allowed to move up from the waves.
The wind overflows in Long song's cage moon, when dreams and spring rains sleep by day.
No one will know who is happy, and there should be green hills and rivers.
Gift to the fisherman
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
Grass clothes, lotus hats and temples are like frost, and they say that the family makes up Chu Shuiyang.
The autumn wind blows oranges all over the shore, and plants Chiang Kai-shek around the vicious misty rain.
The red scales of silver carp at night are greasy, and the water is steaming taro.
Fan Li, who had been to the Five Lakes period, had forgotten him for a long time.
Fisherman
Year: Song Author: Liu Guo
Short awning three feet to send smoke waves, short brown rest years.
Jianghai doesn't know anything about military affairs, so he scratches his head with wine and sings a fishing song.
Fisherman
Year: Song Author: Shi Hanghai
After going through the white end of the rivers and lakes, there is only one boat in my life.
Drunk to play the flute on the empty sand, fish forget themselves and drift.
Fisherman
Year: Song Author: Shu Yuexiang
The big man raised the net and the scales were red, while the young boy gently shook the wind.
The light rain sets in the sun, and Waou drinks the main boat Weng.
A fisherman in a lake
Year: Song Author: Shu Monk
There is no fish in the basket that owes money for wine, and there is a fishing boat outside the restaurant.
I want to take off my clothes several times, and I am afraid that it will be rainy in the Ming Dynasty.
Fisherman
Year: Song Author: Zhu Jifang
Where is the fisherman's house? He is used to staying at the reed flower.
Last night, Jiangcun wanted snow, and a hundred dollars bought hemp fiber.
Fisherman
Year: Yuan Author: Zhou Quan
Before the day of turning around and harvesting, the short awning inclined pavilion has a low sand break.
Selling fish and buying wine came back late, and the wind was blowing and the flowers were snowing all over the stream.
6. What are the poems describing "fisherman" 1. Look at a leaf boat, and it is in the storm. -Song Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River
Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the big wind and waves.
2. White-headed waves are on the Chinese Pulsatilla, and the family moves the Pupu wind by boat. -Don Zheng Gu's "Fishermen on Huai River"
The white waves of the Huaihe River are rolling, and the white-haired fisherman takes the boat as his home. There was a gentle breeze by the water, and fishing boats drifted everywhere.
3. White-haired fishing firewood on the river, used to watch the autumn moon spring breeze. -Ming Yang Shen, "Linjiang Xian, Rolling the Yangtze River and Passing the Water East"
The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been used to the change of the four seasons.
4. Several families cried in the wild and heard of the war, I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn. -Tang Du Fu's "Pavilion Night"
The news of the war came, and thousands of families cried all over the fields; Fishermen and woodcutters sang folk songs in several places.
5. alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, and fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk. -Tang Wang Wei's "Peach Garden Line"
In the streets and lanes in the early morning, every family cleans the flower path; By the stream in the evening, Yuqiao returned to the village by boat.
6. See the fishing lamp in the dark of the moon, and the fireflies are lonely. -Qing Cha Shenxing, "What I saw in the boat night book"
In the dark night, there was no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. The lonely lights shone a little like fireflies in the boundless night.
7. The passenger sails are hung high in the clouds, and the wine flags outside the smoke are low. The events of the prosperity and decline of the six dynasties have now become the topic of gossip among fishermen and the woodcutter. Overlooking in the tall building, the desolate, the bleak sun silently falling to the west. -Song Zhang Wei's "Leaving Tingyan, the area is picturesque"
At the end of the river, the sails of passenger ships seem to be hanging high in the clouds, and there are low-hanging wine flags on the smoky shore. The past of the prosperity and decline of the Six Dynasties has now become a topic of chat among fishermen and woodcutters. Looking at the high-rise building alone, I feel desolate, and the cold sun sets silently to the west.
8. Returning from collecting herbs, I went to Maodian alone to buy new wine. The dusk is full of smoke. I hear fishermen singing everywhere. -Song Luyou's "The Return of Picking Herbs"
After collecting drugs, I went to the village store alone to buy newly brewed wine. In the evening, the misty clouds surround the mountain peaks as high as a barrier, listening to the fishing boats sing late, and the sound is in the ears.
9. Long-term spots and temples are like frost and snow, and I want to live this life. -Song Zhang Lei, "Three Summer Songs, Part One"
My long-graying hair is now as white as frost and snow, and I have always wanted to be a woodcutter or fisherman to spend my life!
10. Dongli half-life wasted, bamboo pavilion, Xiaoyu whirling. There is a pond, fishing flute when waking up, fishing song after drunkenness. Yan Ziling, Ying Xiao Wo, Meng Guangtai, I want to learn from him. How about laughing at me? Pour the rivers and lakes and avoid the storm. -Yuan Ma Zhiyuan's "themoon Qu Tan Shi"
I've wasted half my life. In the secluded bamboo path, there is a small pavilion. At the end of the bamboo path, there is a small courtyard. There is a pond there. When I wake up, I play the fishing flute softly, and when I am drunk, I sing the fishing song again. Yan Ziling will laugh at me, Meng Guangtai. I want to learn from him. What are you laughing at? The vast rivers, lakes and seas also have their own ways to avoid the storm.
7. Poems describing the Yangtze River 1, "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
The endless river flows eastward, with its huge waves,gone are all those gallant heroes of bygone years.
In the west of the old camp, people said that it was the battle of the three kingdoms, the battle of the red cliff.
The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow.
The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time.
Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of.
Hand feather fan head in a white figure, laugh and talk, the enemy's warships burn the ashes.
I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair.
Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a cup of wine to pay tribute to the moon on the river.
Vernacular translation:
The water of the great river keeps flowing eastward, scouring out those figures who have been romantic for ages. Heroes of the ages. On the west side of the old camp, people say that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke Cao Jun's Red Cliff. The steep stone wall rises to the sky, and the stormy waves like thunder beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to roll up thousands of piles of snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Xiao Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
Hand-cranked feather fan wearing a nylon scarf, calmly and smartly chatting, 800,000 Cao Jun went up in smoke. Today, I wander in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature birth of white hair. Life is like a dream, raise your glass to offer a drink to the eternal moon.
2. Yellow Crane Tower a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou
Author Li Bai Dynasty Tang Dynasty
Old friends waved to me frequently, farewell to the yellow crane tower, in this Catkin smoke, flowers in the beautiful spring to Yangzhou travel.
The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.
Vernacular translation:
My old friend waved to me frequently, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou for a long trip in this catkin-like, flowery spring of March.
My friend's lonely sail shadow gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, rushing towards the distant sky.
3. Looking at Tianmen Mountain
Author Li Bai Dynasty Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze river is like a giant axe to split the Tianmen peak, the green river flows to this roundabout.
The castle peak confrontation between the two sides is difficult to compete, meet a leaf boat leisurely comes from the horizon.
Vernacular translation:
The Yangtze River is like a giant axe splitting the male peak of Tianmen, and the green river flows eastward here without turning.
The beautiful scenery of the green hills on both sides of the strait is inseparable, and a lonely boat comes from the horizon.
4. bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry
Author Li Bai Dynasty Tang Dynasty
Sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south.
Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
Vernacular translation:
Traveling by boat, I passed by Jingmen and came to the hometown of Chu.
Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ping Ye is endless. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.
The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds turn into blue sky, creating a mirage.
The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.
5. "In the Mountains"
Author Wang Bo Dynasty Tang Dynasty
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The situation is high and windy at night, and the mountains and mountains are flying.
Vernacular translation:
The Yangtze River rolled eastward, and I only stayed out for too long.
My hometown is far away from Wan Li, which makes me miss it all the time. What's more, the autumn wind has been blowing hard, and the mountains and mountains are falling and yellow and autumn leaves.
8. The poem about the word Jiang: The boat passed away from the second time, and Jiang Hai sent it for the rest of his life.
Talented people have come out of the country for hundreds of years.
The sea rises and the night goes on, and the old year melts in freshets
River of no return, a romantic figure who has gone through the ages.
The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Take the distant mountains, swallow the Yangtze River, and the soup is vast and boundless.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing for fire, worrying about sleep.
Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness.
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward back here.
Willow is green in Jiang Shuiping, and I hear singing on Langjiang River.
At sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring water heating duck prophet.
It's beautiful when the sun is late, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
Wild and wild, low in books, Jiang Qingyue is close to people.
A little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are only bright.
Farewell to the White Emperor's colorful clouds, and return to Jiangling in a day.
It's cold and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and it's lonely in Chushan, Pingming.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it meets the monarch when the flowers fall.
How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
9. Poems about "Dongting" and "Moon" .. On the Dongting, Prime Minister Zhang Tang Meng Haoran, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed.
Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish. Notes: Notes: 1, Prime Minister Zhang: Zhang Jiuling.
2. Implication: including the sky, which means that the sky is reflected in the water. 3, mixed too clear: mixed with the sky.
4. Yun Mengze: In ancient times, Yun Ze and Mengze referred to a generation of low-lying areas in southern Hubei and northern Hunan. 5. Economy: crossing.
6. End residence: settle down. In August, the Dongting Lake is filled with boundless water, and the water and sky are confused and connected with space.
Yunmeng Erze's water vapor transpiration is in vain, and the rough waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the water, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to live idle in the enlightened age.
Sitting around watching others fish hard by the river, you can only envy others for their success in fishing. Comment: This is a "Ganlu" poem.
The so-called "Ganlu" is to present poems to dignitaries in order to introduce and record them. In the 21st year of Xuanzong Kaiyuan (733), Zhang Jiuling was the prime minister, and the author traveled to Chang 'an on the west, and presented this poem for employment.
In the first half of the poem, the Dongting is magnificent and magnificent, symbolizing the Qingming politics of Kaiyuan. In the second half, he expressed his personal difficulties in getting nowhere and living in boredom, and expressed his determination to be eager to use the world.
The whole poem praises each other, but not too much; Begging for employment, not self-deprecating, neither humble nor humble, is very decent. In Dongting Lake, Tang Caosong is connected with the air in the east, west, north and south, leaving only a small peak on the wave.
Long and Yueyang drum horn, never leave the cloud dream to turn into a fish dragon. Suck back the sun and the moon for thousands of hectares, paving the Milky Way with one weight left.
Until the robbery is over, it is time to have a feather man. Boat Pan Dongting Tang Du Fu's dumpling room is surrounded by grass, and dragons are piled with white sand.
Protect the river and Pangu wood, and welcome the crows. Breaking the waves, the south wind is positive, and the sails are afraid of the sun.
Yunshan must be stacked, and there is a fairy at the bottom. Early development of Dongting Tang Fanggan long days after Guangze, the second gas * * * contains autumn.
There is no ground to look up at, so why do you love it straight? Lonely bells are ringing on the shore, and the moon is falling.
But I remember Yan Yizi, who was boating here at that time. The Dongting Lake in Han Wo is clear with autumn moon, and the Moon Lake is wide with frost.
The jade bowl is deep and the bottom is white, and the golden cup is finely waved. Cold scares the black magpie from leaving the nest, and cold shoots the dumpling for hiding in the cave.
I recall that on this night in Yaotai, the crystal palace was filled with nectar. Fu Dongting Tang Kepeng is 800 miles around, and it's hard to gaze at it.
The water culvert has a wide sky shadow and a high terrain. Jia Ke stopped for a long time, but the fisherman turned around several times.
Where the wind blows, there are drums and waves. Dongting is hidden in the Tang dynasty, and the mandarin duck lies high in Dongting for 30 spring, and the lotus fragrance is the only one to hang on to it.
Don't worry about idle days, and pity people who have nothing to do. Looking at Dongting in Baling in Autumn Tang Li Bai went to Baling in the morning, and he had a good view of all the places.
The lake is clear and reflected in the sky, the lake clear can see the bottom of autumn. The search for autumn is so vast, the shore and the water color are bright and clear.
The green mountains and the trees in the distance, the color of the green and no cool smoke. The sailing boat light drift, from the river to come here, the bird far away to the day.
Changsha purkinje clear, Cloud Land field frost trace is empty. The sight of Qiu guang Lament the hair of the human hair, the water flowing through the lake and the pity of the past.
On the north side of the river, the lake rippled east. Ying people sang " snow white ", Jiangnan beauty singing" Gathering Lotus Seeds. ".
The songs were more painful to hear, and tears poured down from the cliffs. The white water in Tang Liduan, Su Dongting, is even in the dusk, and the red wave is flowing with the sun.
The wind is high and the clouds are dreamy, and the moon is full of Dongting and autumn. Fisherman's fire in the sand, Jia Kezhou in the smoke.
Xiyuan and Nanpu, Wan Li * * * leisurely. In the autumn in Dongting, Li Qunyu was worried about his old age and was separated from the mountains and rivers for a long time.
On Xiaoyao Chenghu Lake, you can see the autumn scenery. The cool waves are light, and the moon on the lake is far blue.
I haven't lost the feeling of distant guests, but I hope I can't look far in the west. Tang Liyu flows across the Dongting Lake, and thousands of ponds meet thousands of miles.
Half flood invaded Chu Yi, and one branch belonged to Wu Tou. The moving shaft is the new Ji, and it is mid-autumn.
The potential to turn over Jing Kou, the sound of Yueyang floating. The distant pulse zi heng yue, slightly cool scattered orange continent.
The stars are moving, and the blue and green are collected one by one. Gradually fall off the branches of geese, and spin on the boat.
Ascension is unpredictable, so why worry about a safe road? The difference between gas and dust is like searching outside. This body is thick, let's take a break.
Dongting fish Tang Li Shangyin Dongting fish can be picked up, and it is even worse. There are more ants before the rain than flies after the autumn.
Do you think that the scale is a pole, and the belly is still a lamp? The mighty Tianchi Road, soaring for prosperity.
Yueyang Pavilion looks at Dongting Lake, Tang Liu Changqing and Wan Cuba, and Pinghu looks long. Ask people He Miao Miao, and the sorrow is even more gray.
The waves are floating, and there is no sun in the middle. A lonely boat will return home, and sooner or later it will reach Xiaoxiang.
Dongting autumn moon trip Tang Liu Yuxi Dongting autumn moon was born in the middle of the lake, with layers of waves as molten gold. The solitary wheel turns from light to light, and it swims in the cold mirror.
It's the Millennium in Sanqiu, and the lake is flat and the moon is on the sky. Yueyang Tower's head is at dusk, and the ripples have passed Jun Shandong.
The mountain city is dark and silent at night, and the hidden moon meanders around the city. Paddle, sing children's songs and bamboo branches, and even play Qiang flute.
The potential is high, the night is full of yin, and the golden gas is blowing up the stars. Floating clouds and wild horses belong to four generations, looking at the sky among the stars.
The sky-rooster calls out the dawn, and the shadows contain light to make the Asahi. The sunrise is noisy and people are not idle, and the night is not human.
In the Tang Dynasty of Wangdongting, Liu Yuxi's lake lights and autumn moon are in harmony, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from afar, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Huaidongting Tang Qiji recalled the age of Baling, and no one asked whether to stay or not. Midnight is full of lakes and moons, and I am alone in the monk's building.
The fisherman is really idle in singing, and his spirit is full of sorrow. If you want to grow in the future, who will borrow Mulan boat?
Dongting Lake in Tang and Song Zhiwen reached the Dongting Lake. In the middle of the first day, you can't tell the difference between east and west.
Where is the crystal dazzling, and there is no desire for it. Lingguang Yan Hairuo, Youqi Geng Tianwu.
Zhang Lexuan came to the emperor and asked for Miao Xia Yu. Chu Chen mourns the fallen leaves, and Yao Nv weeps the sky.
Wild product Jiujiang embellish, mountains pass through five mountains. The wind makes the fish jump, and the clouds and geese shout.
Alone, there is a flood, and Hao will be different from others. Always say that the atmosphere is turbid, and the age of death is for entertainment.
If you want to retire, it will be more futile than the doctor. Tang Xutang, the Tang Dynasty in Dongting Lake, has a bleak view of the empty river and spends all his days fishing in Pubo.
The grass waves are high in March, and the green poplar flowers flutter in a stream of smoke. Too much affection hurts the eyes of spring, and there is no money to buy drinks.
There are still a number of fishermen who live at home, and it is not a sunset in the village. In addition to crossing the sea, Tang Yuan Zhen of Dongting Lake went to Dongting Wave.
Ride the waves and sink to the west, swallow the air and pick up the Shuhe River. The danger patrol was actually safe, and Xuanle had been there.
Only at the foot of junshan mountain, there are many strong winds. After crossing the Dongting Tang Zhu Qing's sails, the wind blew, and the past was boundless.
If the waves don't stop, the boat will be suspicious. Travel geese to an isolated island, and the world will grow in four dimensions.
There is peace in the future, who dares to be with the heart.
10. Poems about the secluded path sent by: Zhu You secluded path how forced side, creeping weed no road.
This life is not bitter, and you are afraid of going out. Back to Mengshanju late, like Shang Yanbu.
With the withering of spring flowers, Ran Ran will flourish. If you send a message to a simple-hearted person, Zhu Yan is afraid of it.
Title landscape obstacle for Xiaoxi cultivator Fu Author: Mr Zhang Mao Xiaoxi Leshan, the house near the brook is quite elegant. Open the porch to see the water but not the mountains, but look at the picture.
Gao Zhai's pen hangs in the breeze, as if sitting under my cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees face Ping Ye.
The pavilion suddenly came from the sky, and the flying spring flowed from the peak. Mid-levels are full of clouds and white peaks, and valleys are full of rocks.
There are few pedestrians at sunset on the wild bridge, but few people know the flowers in the secluded path. Xiao Xi lives in the daytime and has a lot of leisure, so he can't bear to see this picture.
Life conditions can restore food power, and spring plows and bows. In the short days, the clouds are on the plowing dragon, and in the long nights, the books are on the edge.
Sometimes when I come back, I will meet gulls, and whales will learn a few things by sucking spring grains. Climbing the mountain or holding Xie Fuzhen, why not take wine far from the commune?
Every time you learn from a bird in Linchi, you still know about the guest. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long story, and I was too sparse to write.
Send Zheng Tongfu back to Yuzhang sub-topic poem sub-topic Canglang Pond Author: Zhangtian Canglang Pond is filled with water, which flows east every day. Wear bamboo to find a secluded path, carry a pot and take advantage of a boat.
Miscellaneous flowers are divided into two banks, and the trees cover the double hills. The rising sun is chaotic, and the breeze is foggy.
Boarding is more generous, and laughter is still lingering. Wild old men are idle, but fishermen are self-satisfied.
Fu Rong Qing's color falls, and Han Han's evening fragrance and happiness make a long sentence, forgetting the opportunity to kill the gulls. When it comes to picking Qin, it is said that the hometown is autumn.
Cuiying invades the chess game, and the clear light overflows the wine. If you are drunk deeply, you will be prepared for righteousness.
Therefore, the Confucian officials are cold, and the disciples are excellent. Time deceives short hair, and frost hides fur.
The stork is about to go, and the colt is still singing. The willow is sparse and haunting the horse's head, and the sail is full out of the river.
Don't think about going with the smoke, hanging on the floor. The mountains are dim and the clouds are all night, and the birds in the Woods are congenial.
Tonight, in the middle of the month, the light is thin and sad. Mid-Autumn Festival West Lake Society has a rhyme of 100 words. Author: Yu Chunxi Bai Yue Qinglian Society, Wen Xingyuan Jukui.
Chang Geng reflects Gui in autumn, and Taiyi divides Chenopodium at night. The mountains are three purple, and the peaks are nine obsidian and low.
Taurus must know women, and Zhang Lu is not arrogant. A wise sage depends on a talented person, and a clear light guides his wife.
Zhan Ying should preach Taishi, Tao or ask Wang Ni. Tiger view is high, and Buti is in the hall.
Min Wutong sent an elephant, but Han Wei forgot his hoof. It' s a good thing to mention the cow' s ear.
Praise the horse in the altar, and call the chicken out of the cloud. A scholar will mark a silver tube, and a friend will make a jade bag.
You can see clearly the onion, and the beads are also awkward. Everyone goes to the fairy boat and takes the moon ladder.
When the banquet is full of rainbow, I am fascinated by the pen. Dole's ci is continuous and lazy.
An empty mountain knows the world, and a secluded path is not a path. People are surprised by the same words, but the immortal side has not changed.
I hate the whites of my eyes, but I hate them. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poetry bag is small.
Books will burn inkstone, and every time medicine enters fesr. The moon temple was invaded by Russia, and Yaotian suddenly dreamed of plowing.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing, sleeping and uncovering gold. Let Ge fly the bluebird, and cross the sky to cut off the neon.
The sky is mighty, and the water is crowded out. At first sight, I met Huan, but my reunion turned sad.
Yilin talks about competing for deer, and Huanglu fears singing. Te da Luo Zhang Yu, the dust is on the side.
If you are willing to come, you will not hesitate. Throwing a tiller through a bucket, Lingyun bends.
When the situation is ridiculous, I am willing to be deeply involved. It is attached to chasing the wind and horses, and it is a shame to be a giant.
Free and unfettered out of strict households, singing and boiling. It is said that the boat invites guests and turns into a car.
Lotus is worse than Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is worse than Dan. The east is full of eyebrows, and the west is full of teeth.
The manting pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the GUI boat is hidden and fragrant. Jade, red and preserved, carved with pale deer.
Tencel and lotus root juice, fragrant and fragrant. No more than a cup, long Zhai Bi into the bamboo.
Auspicious winds are blowing gently, and auspicious events are being folded. Shang wished to burn and pay, and Xi Ci folded the arrow.
The column is still cut off, and it has been blown several times. Three disasters left the Buddha, Wang Ming and Five Blessingg.
There is no room for flying feathers. Smoke stays in the tea stove, and the kitchen fire shines.
The incense is fragrant, and the celery is cold to green mud. Enjoy * * * Yi Puzhuan, and hope to spread the wisdom.
Rush through the wind and break the glass. The clouds are dark and green, and Lu Han feels the rain.
The brocade pond flies in the shade, and the embroidery is purple and hissing. Drunken customers fight for pheasants, and fishermen are clever at setting up their nests.
Far away, the river smells of white horses, and the leaves are still yellow. The fishing market is forgotten, and the villagers miss Bo Xi.
The bridge car welcomes the moss, and the pier is filled with flowers. Rangers boast of silver, and Chanjuan gathers the elephant grate.
When the lotus withered and worried, Yang Lao sighed. The blue oars lean on the golden sands, and the flowers are carried by the green sleeves.
Laugh at Chen Qingyu's case and shoot white brass cymbals together. Colored candles melt pearls and phoenixes, and red English embraces mignonette.
Children peek at wild bamboo, and the music department plays pears in the garden. When the team is out of tune, it is half-leaning.
The master is still in accordance with the festival, and young people are slow to despise each other. Long Ge Ming Zhu Dai, deep rocks answer drums.
Youtan stops Buddhist music, and the smoke tree cries. Turn around and clear the empty house, with peach and plum embankment.
Huihui hides the toad and rabbit, and it is a mistake. The dew is heavy and heavy, and the rope is moved to the red.
Donate dreams in the middle of the night and lose consciousness at midnight. The flowers are bright and colorful, and the front is cold and bright.
Xuanzhu threw himself into Chishui, and a thousand strokes poured forth. The extreme pu is back to frost practice, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.
The lonely mountain fans set off cranes, and the deer garden was suddenly surprised. The elm is white gold and dawn, and the maple is green and yellow.
The night light still lingers, and the fire revives antimony. Inclined Han leans to secluded Zhu, and cool clouds lock the boudoir.
Non-success to the stage concubine, E shadow in the water. Take advantage of Luan geisha one after another, and sell them at leisure.
Jin Xin people * * * cut open, who can cut off the moon. Rhyme borrows Wu Xianpu, and the singer builds the topic.
Every family is beautiful in the east wall, and a little memory of Nanqi. It's funny to think about logging and make up stories.
Yayi should learn from Du Fu, but he wants to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing that the male is not a stream.
I like new hair, but I can't understand it. If you make a good fish and throw it into the water, you will get tired of it.
Love is partial to the scent, and it is fond of being out of the way. If you don't know how to hide your eyebrows, you will live in a closed house.
God's friendship is better than strength, and the adjustment of leaves will never end. Qi and shoulders are different, and poetry is mutually approved.
Dare to climb the dragon's wings, shame to kill Ma Benling. You are tired of singing, but you are tired of singing.
You can avoid being with others, and God trusts your friends. It's always haze disease, so it's hard to be blessed.
If you accumulate incense and enjoy the meal, you will attack the jade and collect the stone. Water stays away from gulls and herons, and mixed turtles and owls live in the mountains.
Return to the forest stone teeth, and drive the grass backwards. Looking back on the struggle for mercy, the flying god plans to jump up.
Little micro-alliance has been decided, and the body is hidden in the west of the lake. With Zou Shi, I told you about the visit to Changchun Palace's old address (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan lives in his leisure time, and the scenery in the suburbs is harmonious.
Therefore, with all the gentlemen, I admire you. Rugged and clear streams are blocked, and winding paths are connected.
The grass is green and the flowers are red. A little poor and wild, so I built the Feather Palace.
Luan sheng is absolutely resounding, and the speed of the wheel is rare. The address is stripped of the foundation of the text, and the porch is falling.
Because of the sadness of the past, I look forward to the hope of Fang Peng. ? Zhong Zhao visited the Tiantai Yandang about the next year, and presented it as a gift for Zhang Gong. Author: Wang Shucheng, Fan Sheng, has a beautiful scenery, and Tiantai Yandang is more than Angelica.
In the mountains, the crane's feathers fell to the ground, and the autumn wind gave me leisure clothes. Clothes make a carefree trip, and songs pay an ethereal sentence.
Jiang Fan flooded the east and west yesterday, and the abode of fairies and immortals lingered in the smoke trees. Duke Zhang rode out of the Bohai Sea by donkey, and the green hills burst into a fairy house.
The paths are intertwined, and the cliff is as dangerous as a storm. Seven days is chaotic, and a thousand years are separated.
I'm hanging in the air.