1. Poems about crucian carp

Poems about crucian carp 1. What are the poems about fish

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Fish Beauty

Pre-Qin: anonymous

Fish is beautiful in the water, and it's a giant shark. The enthusiastic host some is the wine, not only the wine alcohol taste is beautiful and the mat is big!

a fish is more beautiful than a fish. The hospitable host has the wine, not only the feast is rich and the wine is mellow!

a fish is more beautiful than a carp. The hospitable host has the wine, not only the wine is beautiful and the food is complete! There are many things,

Wei Qi Jia Yi! Food is a good taste, and all kinds of food are available. Food should be as good as possible and the supply is timely.

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Tang Dynasty: Li Yuan

The scales are fine and shiny, and the books are messy. Doubt leaks through the window, and the inkstone falls like a flowing spring.

in the river map of the hidden point, swallow the edge of the hook. Mo Yan's beard is small, and he eats nothing.

3. "Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish in Chinese"

Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen

Spring buds were born in Chunzhou, and poplars flew on the spring shore.

puffer fish, when it is, is not as expensive as fish and shrimp.

it's strange, but it's poisonous.

if you are angry with your stomach, you will be angry at the frog.

4. "Fish Algae"

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

Fish is in the algae, and it has its first prize. Where the king is in Beijing picks, Huan drinks the wine is really comfortable.

the fish is in the algae, and it has its tail. Where the king is in Beijing picks, Huan drinks the wine is really carefree.

the fish is in the algae, depending on its pu. Where the king is in Beijing, where he is in good places.

5. There is Jiayu in the South

Pre-Qin Dynasty: There is Jiayu in the South, which is anonymous

Suddenly covered. A gentleman's banquet has wine, and the guests are happy.

there is Jiayu in the south, and it is natural. The gentleman banquet has the wine, the guest banquet at.

there is a cypress tree in the south, which makes you tired. The gentleman banquet has the wine, the guest banquet music peace.

those who are dancing will think naturally. The gentleman's banquet has wine, the guest foon drink to drink wine cups.

sentences related to fish

1. I hate shad for its prickliness, 2. I hate Haitang for its lack of fragrance, and 3. I hate the unfinished Dream of Red Mansions. -Zhang Ailing

2. Men are water and women are fish.

3. Don't say that fish have no tears, even if they flow into the whole sea, you have no idea.

4. You're going to be a quiet adult. Don't be emotional, don't miss it secretly, and don't look back. Go to your other life. You should be obedient, not all fish will live in the same sea. -Haruki Murakami

5. Modern society is no longer the era of eat small fish, the big fish, but the era of fast fish eating slow fish.

6. There is a fish in the Northern Ghost, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it is thousands of miles away. Into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away. Fly away in anger, and its wings hang like clouds in the sky. -"Zhuangzi"

7. The bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the source. -Tao Yuanming translation

8. The fish took the bait because it fell in love with the fisherman, and it was willing to use its life to make the fisherman smile.

2. What are some poems about fishing?

Watching fish (Tang) Bai Juyi strolled around the pool to watch fish swim, just as children were fishing.

One kind of fish has different hearts, so I'll give it to you. Fish in the stream (Tang) Bai Juyi When the sea mulberry field wants to change, the wind and waves turn over and boil the Tianchi Lake.

A whale swallows dumplings and waves turn into blood, but I don't know how to swim in a deep stream. Wang Changling, who was sent to Cheng Liu (Tang Dynasty), was injured in Wuxi in the winter night, and the herring fell in the snow.

Looking at the slanting moon in front of Wugang, the clouds in the boat are heading west. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.

look at a leaf boat, you are in a storm. Chang 'an Qiuwang (Tang Dynasty) Zhao Tuo's clouds and objects are sad and clear, and the Han Palace Que moves in high autumn.

What time is the remnant star? When the geese cross, the flute clings to the floor. The purple half-open hedge is quiet, and the red one is full of lotus worries.

The perch is just beautiful, and it's empty to wear the Southern Crown to learn from Chu prisoners. Du Fu in Huanxisha (Tang Dynasty) saw fish in the dark red sun, and even the village was green and dark, and the yellow boy gathered in the night.

Although the elk are not used to meeting people, the apes don't need to call when they smell the drums. When they come back, they will tell the Sanggu.

3. What poems do you know about carp?

1. Carp's swaying moss wind (Ming Pu 'an Zen Master "The Picture of Mount Yun in Timi Nang")

2. There is no carp to miss Acacia (Song Yu's Poems on a Spring Night in Ming Dynasty)

6. The carp rises in the wind and swallows obliquely (Hu Zhou Le in Ming Dynasty)

7. The carp leaps across the Tianjiang River (Wang Guangyang's Zhuang You Feng Jian Zhu Ge Lao)

8. Bai Bo may rise. Carp blowing leaves in autumn (Ming Zheng Yuan's Lotus Picking Song)

11. Carp can't retreat in autumn (Yuan Haowen's Huanxisha)

12. Carp can't retreat in autumn (Yuan Haowen's Huanxisha)

13. Leave me two carp (Han) Carps in the East China Sea have many red shoots (Song Shi Daochang Ode to the Ancient Fifty-seven Poems)

16. Natural carp in the East China Sea (Song Shi Daoyan Ode to the Ancient)

17. koi fish (Song Shi Hui Ode to the Ancient Seventy-one Poems)

18. Carp Old in Peach Blossom (Song Su Ling's Two Hundred Poems of Jinling Miscellaneous)

21, My Double Carp (Han Wu Ming's Drinking Horse in the Great Wall Cave)

22, Maid Golden Plate [Fish Club] Carp (Tang Wang Wei's a song of a girl from loyang)

23. Hand-carried double carp (Don Wang Changling's Lonely Tour)

26, evening carp wind (Song Hezhu's Remembering the Fairy Pose/Like a Dream)

27, carp wave on Ding Ning Cut (Song Shi Dazu's Drunkenness/A Welcome to the Pearl)

28, carp-eating hooked apes lost their group. Fortunately, there are two carp (Qing Nalanxingde Mao Zhai)

4. Poems describing a lot of fish

Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty's Lanxi Acura "The cool moon is like a brow hanging on a Liuwan, and the more you look at it in the mirror. Lanxi peach blossoms rain in March, and carp come to the beach in the middle of the night. "

Li Bai's "To Assistant Minister Cui" "Yellow River three-foot carp originally lived in Mengjin. If you don't make it into a dragon, you will come back with every fish. "

Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman's Song" in the Tang Dynasty, "Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return. "

The Fish written by Wang Anshi in the Song Dynasty, "Cars are singing around the shore and the water is about to open, and the fish are enjoying each other. No one has entered the Cangjiang River. How can you know that the world is wide if you die? "

in the song dynasty, Fan Chengda's "Perch", "The orange and ginger are finely pounded, and the four-gill perch is blown by the west wind. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except for Songjiang. "

The Zhuzhi Ci of Hankou written by Xu Youting, a Qing dynasty, "You don't need to pay attention to the food list, but people's food is good in winter. Rice wine dumplings are good for midnight snack, and the anchovy is delicious and delicious. "

Li Qunyu-Tang Xinhe

Tian Tian has eight or nine leaves, scattered in the beginning of green pond. Nenbi is flat, and the round shade has covered the fish.

duckweed can't cover up, but it is weak and still sparse. Increased at the bottom of the spring wave, the heart is not comfortable.

Zheng Cheng-Tang Lianqu

A boat with pomegranate skirt. Green Lake Cai He mirage, Qingjiang River sunset.

fish and birds compete for each other, and the flowers and leaves are fragrant. I don't feel that Fangzhou is dusk, and Lingge is everywhere.

5. There are so many poems about fishing on the river.

Choose from them. A complete collection of fishing poems (turn) Jiang Xue (Tang) Liu Zongyuan, a thousand paths without a footprint.

Li Weng, a lone boat, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. Qiu Jiang's solo fishing map (Qing) Wang Shizhen has a withering hat, a boat, a silk thread and a rain hook.

sing a song and drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river and autumn alone. Yugezi (Late Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain in Zhang Zhihe, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi fishes in the green bend in spring, and the apricot blossoms in spring are chaotic.

the pool is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus moves to know the fish. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.

Children fishing Hu Lingneng Peng-headed children learn to hang on the silk ribbon, sitting beside the raspberry moss to reflect themselves. Hearing the passers - by, the child waved his hand, afraid to disturb the fish, dare not to respond to passers - by.

In the Dongting Lake, Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake and are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.

I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Stay in Du Mu solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief. Memories of the cold lights back home memories of the past; Just like a lost flock of wild geese.

roused at dawn from a misty dream, I read, a year late, news from home. Cang Jiang on the moonlight, the scenery is how beautiful, the fishing boat is in front of my house.

fisherman Liu Zongyuan an old fisherman spent the night here, under the western cliff, Xiao Ji Qing Xiang burning bamboo. And then, at sunrise, he went his way through the cloven mist is a green landscape.

I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one. Peach Blossom Creek Zhang Xu faint flying bridge across the wild smoke, rocky west asked fishing boats.

peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day, and where is the hole in Qingxi? Sikong Shu returned from fishing in Jiangcun, but he didn't tie the boat, and the moon in Jiangcun was sleeping.

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it will only be near the shallow water of Luhua. Lanxi Acura Dai Shulun's cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging on Liuwan, and the more it is seen in the Zhongshan mirror.

peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. The fishing couple in Yanling Beach, Pi Rixiu is like a cloud collapse, and the fishing tackle comes back to put the stone floor.

a shallow awning with smoke and cold will make a dead clam catch a glimpse of the fish. Untitled (Ming) Jie Jin dropped several feet of silk fiber into the water, and the silver hook swung without a trace. No fish dared to go to the emperor, and long live the king only caught dragons.

on climbing yan mountain with friends Meng Haoran while worldly matters take their turn, ancient, modern, to and fro. Now we can climb to visit the places of historical interest that have been preserved throughout the country.

where a fisher-boat dips by a waterfall, where the air grows colder, deep in the valley. The yang Hu monument is still towering now, after reading the epitaph tears wet the lapel.

autumn borer (Wang Wei), after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.

bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.

Send the monk to you were foreordained to find the source and now, tracing your way as in a dream, Qian Qi. Tianhai and floating, the boat sailed to the far edge; Detachment from the mundane, nature will feel the fa Zhou light.

the water and the moon are as calm as your faith, fishes and dragons follow your chanting. The most lovely is, there is a light to illuminate the heart of the fodeng; Sailing ten thousand miles, the eyes forever are bright bright.

answering vice-prefect zhang, Wang Wei, as the years go by, give me but peace, freedom from ten thousand matters. Thinking that no Gao Ce can serve the country, only to retire to the mountain forest.

a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon. If you want to know the truth of the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

inscribed in the inn at tong gate on an autumn trip to the capital, Xu Hun, red leaves are fluttering down the twilight, past this arbour where I take my wine. Several remnant clouds gathered in the towering Huashan mountain; The sparse autumn rain falls on the ZHONGTIAO mountains mountains.

The color of the trees changes with the change of scenery, I can hear the river seeking the sea. The moon is bright in Dixiang, but I dream of woodsmen and fishermen.

Zheng Gu, a fisherman in Huai River, went to the white-haired Weng on the white-headed wave, and his family returned to the boat to move the Pupu wind. He had just caught a chi perch, and his sons and grandchildren were busy gathering wood for a fire to cook fish in the silvergrass.

The wind catches Cheng Peng's wings, and the waves on the water surface are on the high side, so it is unnecessary to complain about the weather. Ann can calm down and catch a carp for cooking.

it is hard to go, Li Bai, pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupan, Jane is so ashamed that she is worth a million dollars. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, dial the sword, finding a loss.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.

it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today. I will ride the wind and break the heavy waves some day, and then set the cloudlike sail and cross the sea. After Missing the Recluse On the Western Mountain Qiu is to your hermitage here on the top of the mountain and I have climbed, without stopping, these ten miles.

I have knocked at your door, and no one answered, I have peeped into your room, at your seat beside the table. Perhaps you are out riding in your canopied chair, or fishing, more likely, in some autumn pool.

sorry though I am to be missing you, you have become my meditation. The beauty of your grasses, fresh with rain, and close beside your window the music of your pines.

I take into my being all that I see and hear, soothing my senses, quieting my heart. And though there be neither host nor guest, have I not reasoned a visit complete?, after enough, I have gone down the mountain, why should I wait for you any longer?.

Qingxi Wang Wei I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.

rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.

down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.

a song of a girl from loyang, Wang Wei, there's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, she looks fifteen, she may be a little older. While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate.

on her painted pavilions, facing red towers, cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shade her, home to her nine-flowered curtains.

her lord, with rank and wealth and in the bud of life, exceeds in munificence the richest men of old. He favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance, and he gives away his coral-trees to almost anyone.

the wind of dawn just stirs when his nine soft lights go out, nine tiny patches of flying flowers. Between dances she has barely time for singing over the songs, sit dressed as incense.

those she knows in town are only the rich and the lavish, and day and night she is visiting the hosts of the gayest mansions. Who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade, poor * Jiang Tou from Huansha.

The fisherman looked forward to Ding Hong's seclusion in the thatched cottage in spring to hide from the cold winter, and suddenly he saw the willow-colored onion on the wall. He only waited for the peach blossom and the red earth, and the golden hook was a pair of golden dragons. Fishing Music The cicada warbler plays in the trees of Ding Hong, and the flowers are humming with bees and crickets. The symphony in the world is the most beautiful for fishing bells. In the back of the report, Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman and citizen of Weixian County, throws his black gauze away to be an official, and his sleeves are cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.