Poetry about fishermen fishing at night

1. Poems describing boating and fishing in the evening

(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 dim.

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 the 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). 2. What are the poems about "fishermen"

1. Look at the small fishing boat, disappearing and disappearing in the storm. Song Dynasty - Fan Zhongyan's "Fan Wenzhenggong Collection" Fan Zhongyan,

Please look at the small fishing boat, disappearing and disappearing. Now in the roaring wind and waves

2. The road to Zhushen Village is far away, and there are few fishing boats at moonrise. "Arrived at the Fisherman's House at Night" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty

The bamboo forest is dark green and deep, in the countryside. The path winds and stretches, and the former village is still far away. Under the moonlight, there are fewer and fewer fishing boats on the river

3. A lone man in a boat fishing in the cold snow in the river - "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty.

On a small boat on the river, there was an old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, fishing alone on the cold river.

4. The fisherman visited Xiyansu at night. , At dawn, he drew clear water from the Xiang River and burned the bamboos. "The Fisherman" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

In the evening, the fisherman parked his boat at the foot of the Western Mountain; at dawn, he drew up the clear water from the Xiang River and lit the bamboos again.

5. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Tang Dynasty - Zhang Zhihe, "Flying Egrets in Front of Xisai Mountain"

An old man on the river bank wore it. Wearing a green bamboo hat and a green raincoat, he fished leisurely in the slanting wind and drizzle. He was so fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery that he didn't even go home when it rained.

6. Lanxi. Peach blossoms rained for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. "Song of the Lanxi River" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty

The spring rain fell for three days, the water in the stream surged, and the fish competed for the new water, and the people were quiet in the middle of the night. At this time, they all came to the shallows of Xitou.

7. The fisherman stayed on the west rock at night, burning Chu bamboo in the clear water. "The Fisherman" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

The fisherman leaned on it at night. Rest in the west mountain, drink the clear Xiang River in the morning, and use Chu bamboo as firewood for cooking.

8. There is only a bird path in the sky, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen. "Eight Poems of Autumn" by Du Fu.

I would like to imagine that I am flying freely in the sky in Qinzhong, but the reality is that I am silently fishing on the Lengjiang River.

9. Who is a hero? . Yuan Dynasty - Cha Deqing's "Toad Palace Song·Reminiscing about the Past"

Who is the real hero in the past and present? One is the farmer Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, and the other is the fisherman Jiang Taigong of the Zhou Dynasty.

10. On the bank of the half smoke and half rain stream bridge, the fisherman is drunk and no one calls him. Song Dynasty - Huang Tingjian's "Bodhisattva Man·Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge"

Half smoke and half raindrops appear in the stream. Beside the bridge, the old fisherman fell asleep drunk, and no one came to call him, and no one shook him.

11. After the fisherman returned, he flew down to the beach to feel freer. - Zheng Gu's "Herons"

After the fisherman returned, the fog on the sand was clear, and the herons were flying up and down freely on the deserted beach. 3. What are some beautiful sentences describing fishing at night?

(1) Different from the farm life of working at sunrise and returning at sunset, the life of fishermen has seasonal changes.

During the fishing moratorium, large fishing nets are piled up on the road by the sea, with many people sitting around them. There were men, women, old and young. They spread out the fishing nets and sat on small benches to mend the nets.

They were so busy that they were sweating profusely, and their skillful skills were dizzying, adding a new labor movement to the beautiful harbor. After the fishing moratorium, the fishermen were bathed in the morning sun again and set sail confidently amid laughter and laughter.

(2) The white sails on the fishing boats in the distance were also dyed red by the rising sun, like huge sheets of red silk fluttering. When the morning glow dyed the river red, white sail shadows came out of the light morning mist, and white lotus flowers suddenly seemed to bloom on the colorful river.

The fishing boats all raised their white sails and pulled their nets back and forth, like white butterflies flying in groups. The waves gently lapped the bow and sides of the ship. The ship's hull was slightly sideways, and it was as light as a swallow skimming the water as it slid forward.

(3) I clearly remember that day when I stood on the dilapidated stone bridge and looked down at the mess and desolation. Looking at it now, I feel that it has a kind of vicissitudes of beauty. I want to add words to it, but I feel To disturb its beauty, just call it "a fishing boat docked on the beach". It may not be the scenery that is desolate or vicissitudes of life, but the mood at the moment, the tranquil depression.

(4) The fishing port is a nest for fishing boats to sleep in, and it is also a stop for fishermen to return home. Where is the returning fishing boat headed? Naturally it is a fishing port.

The fishing port is the place where fishing boats sail. Just like a person who is tired from traveling, home is his destination.

The early fishing port was simple. A stone embankment was built in the narrow harbor, and a few square stones were erected on the embankment to serve as cable piles. At that time, the fishing port not only docked boats but also sold fishing products.

The smell of fish is strong, and the smell of the fishing port rises and falls like waves. (5) That fishing boat is covered with mottled marks. It is hard to imagine how much wind, frost, snow and rain this small body has endured, and how many dangerous shoals and waves have been attacked.

These scars are a poignant story and a difficult journey. At this time, touching these traces of vicissitudes of life, I will carefully filter out all the losses and gains.

I know that I am a person who likes nostalgia. I like to unfold some accumulated old love videos one by one in the dark night, edit them one by one, and then piece together these trivial pieces into a complete chapter. (6) Most of the fishing boats I saw when I was a child were wooden sailing boats, with narrow boats, narrow cabins and shallow drafts.

Small sampans can also be seen everywhere in fishing ports. A dam was built on the beach to become a fishing port.

The fishing ground is right at your doorstep. Fishing boats set sail at high tide and rest on the tidal flats at low tide. Later, fishing boats became bigger and bigger, wooden sailing boats turned into motor sailing boats, wooden boats turned into steel boats, and the number increased.

Fishing ports had to adapt to this trend, so they expanded outward and built fishing ports in bays with deeper drafts and larger capacities. As a result, a central fishing port appeared, gathering almost all the fishing boats on the island, creating a spectacular scene.

(7) In the quiet night, the fishing boat stared at the starless night sky, remembering the wandering night. Sowing one hope after another.

It once carried expectations and harvests; it also once carried fantasy and happiness. At this time, the pointed and pointed moon was traveling among the vast expanse of waves.

It suddenly covered up and silently, not daring to make any sound. (8) The gathering of fishing boats is the happiest time in the fishing port.

At that time, dozens of fishing boats were crowded together in small fishing ports, while large fishing ports accommodated hundreds of fishing boats. The boats were lined up, as if shoulder to shoulder.

There are many masts on the ship and the red flag is flying, giving the fishing port a colorful scene. The fishing port opened its arms and embraced the fishing boats one after another, showing a warm attitude as if it were treating those close to it.

The return of fishing boats has injected vitality and vitality into the fishing port, and also given the fishing port a beautiful vision. The fishing port is vivid and beautiful because of the fishing boats.

(9) My hometown is by the sea, a beautiful coastal city. Of course, this beauty is inseparable from the sea, fishing boats, fishing nets, not to mention the hard-working, simple and brave fishermen.

When the sails are raised on the ship's pole, when the crew walks on the deck in a hurry and energetically, and when the seagulls make cheerful calls in the sky, we listen to the loud sounds. whistle sound. Fishing boats are about to go out to sea, and the crew members on the boats are waving goodbye to their loved ones, looking forward to the fishing boats returning with full loads.

(10) Fishing boats return to port not only because of the tide, but also because they want to avoid the wind. Of course, fishermen can return at any time if they are homesick for their wives. Another reason is to replenish the fishing boats. . Repairing the network is a year-round thing.

The netting farm is often on the road next to the fishing port. As a result, grass blue or red sauce nets stretched out on one side of the road. Fisherwomen tied towels on their heads, sat on small stools, and shuttled Thoreau through the mesh, embellishment of the long fishing port with a strong fisherman's family atmosphere. style.

(11) At night, the fishing port is full of lights. The lights are not bright, they are just a sign that the fishing boats are resting peacefully.

However, the lights of the fishing boats in the entire fishing port are connected together, depicting a dimly lit scene. The fishing port reveals a prosperous state amid tranquility. The bright lights reflected the sparkling waves of the fishing port, and the fishing boats rested quietly in the arms of the fishing port.

(12) These scattered silver lights, accompanied by some emotions, often float in a corner of the heart, feeling silent. The tranquility in my memory is the feeling of sitting quietly on the bow of the boat, staring at the surging river water flowing eastward.

On the silent river surface, barren grass and some decayed branches and leaves drift with the current. Occasionally, you will see green green onions passing by. Before you have time to think about anything, you just watch the green floating in the air. gradually fade away. Like some people and certain things, they gradually disappear from the eyes or memory.

(13) When the wind blows, the waves roll and the roar of the wind echoes in the fishing port. The fishing port opened its arms and hurriedly accepted the fishing boats one after another.

Those fishing boats are still majestic, and the sound of their machines is rumbling, loud and fierce, drowning out the roar of the wind. After dropping the anchor and driving the cable piles, they stopped and let the wind and waves hit them.

All the fishing boats returned to the port at once, and the fishing port seemed crowded, so the fishing boats had to be allowed to anchor unevenly. As long as the fishing boats are safe, the fishing port will feel at ease.

(14) At night, the fishing port is full of lights. The lights are shining together. 4. Poems about fishing

1. Poems about fishing "A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

Original text

Jiang Xue

Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

2. Notes

Jue: None, none.

Ten Thousand Paths: a virtual finger, referring to thousands of roads.

Human traces: human footprints.

Gu: Solitary.

Coir raincoat (suō lì): coir raincoat and bamboo hat. Li: a hat made of bamboo strips. ("Coi" means clothes used to prevent rain in ancient times; "笠" means hats used to prevent rain in ancient times.)

Du: alone.

3. Translation

In all the mountains, the birds are all cut off; in all the roads, there is no trace of human beings.

In a lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, he is not afraid of ice and snow.

4. Brief analysis

In this poem, the thing that covers everything and encompasses everything is snow. There is snow on the mountains and on the roads, and there are "thousands of mountains" and "ten thousand mountains". "The path" is covered with snow, which makes "birds disappear" and "human traces disappear". Even the boat awning and the fisherman's coir raincoat were of course covered with snow. However, the author does not clearly connect these scenery with "snow". On the contrary, in this picture, there is only Jiang, only Jiang Xin. Of course, the river will not store snow or be covered by snow, and even if snow falls into the river, it will immediately turn into water. However, the author chose to use the three words "Hanjiang Snow" to link the two most distant images of "Jiang" and "Snow" together, which gave people a feeling of being relatively empty, distant and relatively distant. The feeling of zooming out, which creates a long-distance shot. This makes the main objects described in the poem more concentrated, clever and prominent. Because even the river seems to be full of snow, and even the places where there is no snow are full of snow, this completely describes the situation of heavy, dense, thick and thick snow, and makes the water and sky irrespective of each other. The vast atmosphere above and below is also completely highlighted. As for the use of the word "cold" above, it is certainly to point out the climate; but the poet's subjective intention is to quietly write about the spiritual world of the fisherman. Just imagine, in such a cold and silent environment, the old fisherman was not afraid of the cold weather or the heavy snow. He forgot about everything and concentrated on fishing. Although his body was lonely, his character seemed aloof and aloof, even a little awe-inspiring and inviolable. This transformed and beautified image of the fisherman is actually the sustenance and portrayal of Liu Zongyuan's own thoughts and feelings. It can be seen that the three characters "Hanjiang Snow" are the "finishing touch". It organically connects the two parts of the whole poem, not only forming a condensed and summarized picture, but also shaping the fisherman's complete and outstanding character. image.

5. Poems about fishermen

Fishermen on the river

Fan Zhongyan

People who come and go on the river,

But love the beauty of sea bass.

You see a boat,

Going in and out of the storm.

Songs of Lanxi River

Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty

Liang Yue Like eyebrows hanging on the willow bay,

The mountains of Yue Zhong are seen in the mirror.

Three days of peach blossom rain in Lanxi River,

Carp come to the beach in the middle of the night.

Arrive at the fisherman's house at night

Zhang Ji

The fisherman's house is at the mouth of the river, and the tide flows into Chaifei.

The traveler wants to stay, but the host has not returned.

The road to Zhushen Village is far away, and there are only a few fishing boats at moonrise.

I can see the beach in the distance, and the spring breeze is stirring the grass clothes

Poems related to the life of fishermen:

Several fishing flutes sounded, and the wind blew among the reed flowers.

Return to the lost place again, and ask about the fishing boats under the flowers.

The steps and courtyards were empty of water and stones, and the woods and gullies stopped woodcutter and fishermen.

The people threw themselves into the fire on the shore, and the fishermen stayed in the pool smoke.

Just put out the bright candles on the pillow, and buckle the side to hear the night fishing.

The old house is a woodcutter and a fishing ground, The basil has disappeared.

The sound of wax frightens the clouds and dreams, and the fishermen's songs inspire the poems of Chu.

The tiger is lying in the dust, and the fishermen sing on the seashore.

Many things happened in ancient and modern times. , the fisherman sings the third watch.

The shadow comes from fishing. When the moon is dark, I can see the fishing lanterns, and there is only a little firefly in the lone light.

The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.

The flowers are blooming in the alleys of Pingming, and the fishermen and woodcutters are riding in the water at dusk. .

My younger brother is still fishing and hunting in the neighboring village, so I sent a letter with several lines of crow.

The fisher is satisfied when he catches it, and the woodcutter is happy with his eyes and smile.

The fisherman At night, I stay near the west rock, and at dawn I draw the clear water and burn the Chu bamboo.

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy.

Do not send the flying flowers to follow the flowing water, for fear that there will be The fisherman came to ask questions.

Faintly flying bridge across the wild smoke, I asked about the fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji.

Wherever there is a fishing man in Canglang, playing drums and fishing songs, which is very interesting. 6. Description Poems about fishing boats at sea

The boat is docked in Yanzhu, and the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River"

The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"

The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is coming from the sun. Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"

The spring water is blue in the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain to sleep. "Bodhisattva Barbarian" by Wei Zhuang

You see a boat floating in and out of the storm. "The Fisherman on the River" by Fan Zhongyan

When the wind blows and the waves break, there will be times when the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea. Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult"

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 "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. "Chuzhou West Stream" by Wei Yingwu

A small boat, dreaming of entering Furongpu. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu Zhe"

The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river. Bai Juyi's "Pipa" 7. Poems describing boating and fishing in the evening

(1) Su Yeshi's mountain house is waiting for Ding Dabu to arrive (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the gullies are already dim.