1. Poems about boats
The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no boat on the wild crossing - Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
Lonely A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the cold snow on the river - Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Li Bai was about to set sail in the boat, when he suddenly heard people singing on the shore - Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Li Bai "Traveling is Difficult" There will be times to ride the wind and waves, and hang up the cloud sails to cross the sea
Du Fu's "Quatrains" The window contains Qianqiu snow in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu
It is cold outside the city of Suzhou Mountain temple, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. "Spring Night Happy Rain" by Du Fu
After returning from fishing, the boat is not tied up, and the moon sets in Jiangcun, making it perfect for sleeping. Sikong Shu
After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars. "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County" by Tang Wenru
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It's a still night, the water is cold and the fish don't eat, and the boat is full of empty cargo and returns at full moonlight.
The lying bridge should always be crossed by boat, and the flowing water should not compete with the stubborn rocks.
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(1) Su Yeshi’s mountain house is waiting for Ding Dabu to arrive (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are already dark.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) A good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, I look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. Travel At night, Shuhuai (Du Fu) has fine grass and a gentle breeze on the shore, and a lonely boat with dangerous rafts.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) After hearing about the Huanglong garrison, they refused to disband the troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Next, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), you will pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Nostalgia for the past at night in Niuzhu (Li Bai) At night in Niuzhu, on the Xijiang River, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) The moon is in Yanzhou tonight, and I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
Whenever I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes shine with tears stained on the moonlit night, recalling my brother-in-law (Du Fu) who cut off the line of people with his drum, and heard the sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Send Li Shijun (Wang Wei) to Zizhou, where thousands of valleys have towering trees and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
At the end of the year, he returned to Nanshan (Meng Haoran). He wrote a letter to Beique Xiu and returned to Nanshan to my hut. If you don’t know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Staying in Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, while the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, I saw a gift immediately (Han Hong). The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the galaxy, and thousands of houses are in the night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun). The autumn moon is full again, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Yunyangguan and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) are old friends separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are mournful in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Song. After you have brushed away the dust from the carriage, I am the East Gaosu. A farewell poem to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The night atmosphere is clear with osmanthus water, and the morning clouds are clear in Chushan. The autumn wind resents the two villages, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. The cold branches are peaceful** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. Looking at the poem of the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun), the waterside is filled with pity, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I will not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot be filled. Every inch of love is heavy Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) in the clear autumn, the shogunate well is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of poverty, and have been forced to move to a safe place. While boating in the middle of the Yangtze River (Zhang Yanshi) after the rain, a foot of mud invaded the poles, and the fallen cattails and willows filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, and looked at the new trend and the old traces. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power, but three coins for a fight of rice is of no use. Ge Ye (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at night (Meng Haoran). The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I looked at Yueyang at dusk, where it originated from Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing), and Tingzhou had no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's lovesickness became increasingly dim.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. In the evening, the clouds in Ezhou (Lulun) opened and I could see Hanyang City far away, just like a solitary sail.
A businessman sleeps during the day and knows the waves are calm, while a boatman talks at night and feels the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away.
The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night’s stars and last night’s wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with wax lamps and illuminated with red lights.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Untitled One (Li Shangyin) Comes with empty words and disappears without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan. Staying on the Jiande River (Meng Haoran) moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
In the open sky and low trees, Jiang Qingyue is close to me. In the Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei) sits alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
On an autumn night, I sent it to Yuan Qiu (Wei Yingwu). It is an autumn night, and I take a walk to sing about the cool weather. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Ge Shu Ge (Xi Xiren) The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night. I haven't dared to cross Lintao until now.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the white house is poor in the cold weather. He heard dogs barking at Chaimen, and returned home on a windy and snowy night. Under the song (Lulun), the moon is full of black geese flying high, alone He was escaping at night. He wanted to chase the Qingqi away, but the heavy snow covered his bow and sword. He blocked the dark grass in the Qu (Lulun) forest and was frightened by the wind. The general drew his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
Stay overnight in a mountain temple (Li Bai). The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavens. The resentment of the jade steps (Li Bai. 3. Poems related to ships
The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Wanzhong Mountain and is heading to Baidi City early. Li Bai
Outside the city of Suzhou, Hanshan Temple, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship. The maple bridge berths at night in Zhangji
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The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is approaching the sun. Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
The lone sail's shadow in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Du Fu is happy with the rain on a spring night
Returning to the boat late after having fun, he strays into the depths of lotus flowers. Li Qingzhao is like a dreamer·Chang Ji Sunset at the Xiting
Shu Ang Lu You
Little did I know that things were difficult in my early years, the Central Plains looked to the north and the air was as strong as the mountains
The building boat was crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse was in the autumn wind. Dashanguan.
The Great Wall is empty, and the hair in the mirror is already stained. p> Two poems of Qilu (Part 1) Chen Yinke
The ship breaks through the waves in autumn, and the south wind reaches Guazhou overnight
The heroes of the old stone city are gone, and the iron chain of the Yangtze River flows day and night. .
Say goodbye to the fishing boat fans and go to live together.
Eight chapters and Du Aiyin are here, and this hatred will not end.
Poems about boats (1)
The boat is docked in Yanzhu, the sun is setting and the guests are sad. The trees are low in the wilderness, and the moon is clear on the river.
< p> The spring water on the long embankment is long and green, and it flows into the Zhang River. Don't listen to the voices urging you to go for a boat. There are no boats in the shallow part of the Taoxi River.——Wang Zhihuan's "Yanyan Ci"
Listening to the sorrow of the ape in silence on the mountain, the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. ——Meng Haoran's "An old trip to Guangling on the Tonglu River"
The lonely boat faces the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the kite and the guest's heart. The color of the mountains is covered with thousands of rains, the strings are broken and the tears are deep. ——Wang Changling's "Listen to the Tune of Flowing Water"
Traveling far outside the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
Poems about boats (2)
The wood falls and the wild geese travel south, the north wind blows cold on the river. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. All the tears from the countryside are gone, and I return to my sails to see the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long and peaceful. ——Meng Haoran's "Early Cold and Feelings"
Jingwu and Wuxi are connected by water as their hometown, and it is unclear when you go to the Spring River. Where can Zhengfan anchor at dusk? The sight of the horizon breaks one's heart. ——Meng Haoran "Farewell to Du Shishi on his journey to the south of the Yangtze River"
My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower in Guangling"
The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat on the wild crossing - Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
A lonely boat A man in a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river - Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Poems about boats (3)
Li Bai was about to go on a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore - Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
Sometimes when you ride the wind and waves, you hang a sail directly across the sea - Li Bai's "The Road is Difficult"
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu - — Du Fu's "Quatrains"
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. ——Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars. ——Tang Wenru's "Inscription on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"
Extended reading: Poems and famous quotes about boats
1. The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no boat crossing in the wild - ——Wei Yingwu's "Xijian of Chuzhou"
2. Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
3. The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying. , the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains - Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"
4. "It's Hard to Travel" There will be times when you can ride the wind and break the waves, and hang your sails directly across the sea - Li Bai's "It's Hard to Travel"
5. A lone man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river - Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" 4. Poems about boats
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1. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
-- "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
2. The master dismounted and was on the boat. He wanted to drink wine without orchestra.
-- "Pipa Xing" Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi
3. I was worried about seeing the sound of boats hitting the dark waves in the wind at the night mooring on the beach.
-- "Lang Tao Sha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
4. The waves in Quchi are still closing in the late ice, but the grass has not yet become green to meet the boat.
-- "The Music of Tossing Balls" by Feng Yansi of Tang Dynasty
5. The herons at the head of the beach are silent, and the fish at the stern are jumping and screaming.
-- "A Singing Song" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
6. The horse neighs on the waves and looks at the boat, and the people beside the willow rest and wait for the boat to return.
-- "Lizhou Nandu" Tang Dynasty. Wen Tingyun
7. Tourists on the embankment chase boats in the daytime. The spring water on the embankment hangs down from the sky.
-- "Huanxi Sand" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
8. Every year I see off guests on Hengtang Road, and the drizzle of the hanging poplars ties the painted boat.
-- "Hengtang" Song Dynasty. Fan Chengda
9. Who cares about the water flow, the flowers fade, the moon shines on the orchids last night.
-- "Qing Ping Le" Song Dynasty. Yan Jidao
10. The lotus leaves are like clouds, and the boat is swaying into the Xiling.
--"Miscellaneous Odes of Living on the Lake" by Jiang Kui, Song Dynasty
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1. "Boats Support the Qin at Night" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Birds perch and fish do not move, the moon shines on the deep river at night. There is nothing going on outside, and there is only the piano in the boat.
The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends. When the mind is calm, the voice is calm, and there is no past or present.
2. "The Boatman Monk's Gauge" Tang Dynasty. Decheng
Thousands of feet of silk droop, only one wave moves and thousands of waves follow.
The water is still and cold at night, and the fish will not eat. The boat is full and empty and returns at full moonlight.
3. "Leaving a Post on the Ship for the First Time" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Smoke and water are good, but how miserable is it to be friends with relatives. If you are a guest of Zhulu, you will stop at Jinfan Di.
The sand geese go with the boat, and the field crows crow around the shore. At this time, there is still a smell, so I will lie down and the sun will come from the west.
4. "Release the Boat" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
When we see off guests in Cangxi County, the mountains are cold and the rain is not coming. I was worried that my horse would slip, so I pretended to go boating back.
The green peaks pass by, and the yellow oranges and pomeloes come.
The river flows freely, and you can sit still and enjoy yourself.
5. "Autumn Night Boat Trip" Tang Dynasty. Yan Wei
It was dark when the boat was in the boat, and there was an afterglow on the moon. Hai Yanqiu returns, but the fisherman never returns at night.
How lonely it is in the middle of the stream, and how lonely it is. There was a fire in the village at one o'clock, and no one left their doors open. 5. This poem is a seven-character poem by Zhang Ji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. He expresses it by describing the night scene of a boat moored on the coast at night
"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" was written by the poet Zhang Ji when he passed by Hanshan Temple after the Anshi Rebellion in the Tang Dynasty. A travel poem written. In this poem, the poet accurately and delicately describes the observations and feelings of a night berther on a passenger ship about the late autumn night sceneries in the south of the Yangtze River, and outlines scenes such as the moonlight and crows, frosty cold nights, river maples, fishing fires, and lone boats and passengers. There is emotion, sound and color. In addition, this poem also fully expresses the author's thoughts about traveling, worries about home and country, and concerns about being in troubled times and not having a destination. It is a representative work of writing about sorrow.
This poem has vivid images that can be felt and painted. The logical relationship between sentences is very clear and reasonable, and the content is clear and easy to understand. This poem has not only been included in various anthologies and collections of Tang poetry in China throughout the ages, but has also been included in primary school textbooks in some Asian countries. Hanshan Temple has become a tourist attraction because of the widespread recitation of the poem.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. The rivers, maples, and fishing fires are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
6. Poems describing the black-awned boat
——The sound of the tent makes the raindrops drop from the Songjiang River at night, and the autumn leaves of caltrop leaves convey the mirror water wind.
Tang Wentingyun sent a begging wheel to Yan Shaofu in Xiangyin
The shape of the fishing wheel is the same as that of the moon wheel, and the single cocoon and the smoke shadow look like the sky.
If you send a letter to Sanxiang when there are wild geese, don’t send it to the fisherman thousands of miles away.
The sound of the canopy is dripping with rain from the Songjiang River at night, and the autumn leaves of caltrops carry the wind through the mirror water.
The hooks are hung with intention all day long, and the rulers are mostly in the brocade scales.
(Note: "The sound of the canopy is reflected in the mirror water wind" "Refers to the sound of raindrops on the canopy of the boat; "Songjiang" refers to the Suzhou River in Shanghai, formerly known as Wusong River; "Jingshui" refers to Jinghu Lake in Shaoxing;)
——Guests returning from the East with Piao Ran canopy boat , looking at each other all day long and remembering the hometown of Chu.
Tang Wenting Yunnan Lake
The breeze on the lake is cool, and the water chestnuts are turning over and returning to the pond.
Wild boat Spring grass nestles on the shore, and water birds carry the waves to fly into the setting sun.
The sound of reed leaves is suspicious of mist and rain, and the endless waves are like Xiaoxiang.
The guests returning from the east in the floating canopy boat look at each other in the sun and recall the hometown of Chu. .
——("Pengzhou" is the current black-paneled boat, and "South Lake" is the South Lake in Jiaxing, Zhejiang)
——A canopy of autumn rain wakes up
< p> An Autumn Day in the South of the Yangtze River by Wengui of the Tang and Yin DynastiesThe origin of the water country is to praise Taoism, and the savages suddenly become enlightened after passing through it.
A tent of autumn rain has just begun to fall asleep, and half an inkstone has not yet completed the cold cloud chant. < /p>
The fishing tube of Qingli was caught, and the girl in Qianyi painted the light beam.
The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River was written on the ice silk, and sent to Ma Changqing in Jinluan.
—— The cable was cut off and I slept under the canopy of the boat.
Tang Li Xunnan Township
The clouds carried rain and the waves faced the wind.
The fishing man returned to Biwan.
The spring wine is fragrant and the sea bass is delicious,
Who is drunk with it? I am sleeping under the canopy of a flat boat.
(Note: Li Xun*** has 17 poems in "Nanxiangzi", which describe the customs and customs of Jiangnan water towns. This poem is about a fragment of Diao Weng's life)
——There is a new boat in the black canopy painting.
Lu of Song Dynasty returned to the Three Mountains and entered the cool autumn. He was happy and rich
Medicines support delicious sleep, and Jinghu Lake is still there. It's autumn.
After a strong year, we are still strong, and the whole family is overjoyed to see each other.
There are no outstanding houses with green tiles and red roofs, and there are new boats with painted awnings.
Although the top of Daoshan Mountain is extremely clear, the vast expanse of smoke and waves are still immortals.
——The eight-foot canoe with three low awnings occupies the misty rain of Duanping Island.
Song Dynasty Lu Youyou Magpie Bridge Immortal
Who can remember the heroic deeds of the past when the lanterns spread across the sky and the carved saddles shot.
The drunkards took the titles one by one and went to work alone as a fisherman by the river. < /p>
A light boat of eight feet, with three low awnings, occupies the misty rain of Duanping Island.
Jinghu Yuan belongs to an idler, so why bother to give it to me?
— —The sun has gone down and no one has risen from the boat awning.
The Song Dynasty's Song Dynasty Gai Butterfly Loves Flowers
The sun has gone down and no one has risen from the boat awning. A swallow, saying that it hurts the mood of spring.
How many flowers can be left on the river? It is easy for the wind to drive rain.
The hearts of visitors from lakes and seas are thousands of miles away. Focus on the east wind and push people forward.
The peach blossoms are followed by the water in March. Who can accompany the drunkenness of the West Lake?
——Junyou changed it to Wu Peng Xiao
The Forty-seven Songs of Yuanyang Lake by Zhu Yizun of the Qing Dynasty
A general view of the teahouse in the wine market In the field, the golden wind pavilion enters the cool spring.
Junyou changed it to a small one with a black awning, and the Cai Shilang Bridge is low.