Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

2. "The young sky in Huanxisha Lei Yan is growing."

Ming Dynasty: Tang Jiyun

The sky of Lei Yan chicks is getting bigger and bigger, and a remnant rain reflects the sunset. Cormorants bask in their wings and are covered with fish beams.

Willow leaves bring flowers to the north, and bamboo roots lead bamboo shoots out of the east wall. Sitting alone in the yard.

3. "Go back to Gaoguan Tankou and leave your brother behind"

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

Yesterday, there was a letter from the mountain, and it was only today that I became a farmer.

I'm too late to return the mountain.

Lonely on the pond, no one in the forest.

Things remember your position, lazily leaning against the cormorant.

4.cormorants

Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe

Generally, feathers fly in groups, and it's fine when it rains on the shore.

There are fish in the deep water, but the heron seems very hungry.

5. Jiangcheng Qiuji

Tang Dynasty: Yung Hong

Secondly, the scenery in Jiangcheng is cool, which is as bad as climbing a mountain. Far away? Collect the residual rainwater,

Reflect the water and approach the sunset. Everything is empty, and it is very uncomfortable not to return to China for more than ten years.

I don't know where I hate it, but I feel sad every night.

2. Poems about Cormorants and (two) (Bai Juyi) There is no companion in front of the high bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chaotic chicken.

At first, I was afraid of falling cinnabar, and I often suspected of selling snow when I hung my wings. When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.

The breeze is blowing, and I think about what is going on. I look forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian. Send Li Qing (Cen Can) another stone, reflecting the small pool.

A green nest gathers moss, and a cormorant sits on its tip. The bottom of the water often falls, and lace is dying.

The heart can't turn, and the moon can't leave. I returned to Tankou, a senior official, and left my brother (Cen Can). There was a letter from Shan yesterday, and now he is farming.

I'm too late to return the mountain. Solitary to the pool, no one to play chess.

Things remember your position, lazily leaning against the cormorant. I was in a hurry to go back to Dongshan and Luoshan to find a job (Cen Can), and I was late.

Worried about the guests on board, when the sunset is over. Is the cloud clear? Start the cormorant.

Don't say that Dongshan is far away, and Hengmen dreams. My brother got a cup of music by rhyming Xie Fuhui's wine (Chen), which is called a sage. Without wine, he can still lie in the urn.

The messenger hurried the servant at the door, and the car was in a dream. I don't bother with white water. I'm from Taoist Mountain in Qingcheng.

For thousands of years, Wang has been both beautiful and beautiful, but he should not be given cold by Qi Ju. If you drink it every day, you will know that it is suitable for people who are not poor. You should avoid words and avoid taxes.

All you need is wine, not empty wine. You can go home drunk. Parrot cormorants know the way, but moth-eaten grubs forget the machine.

Crazy talk is a play for Ma Gu, but I can't help it. Qingxi slogan (check) The fisherman's children will inevitably meet Lang Jiao.

At dusk, the boat came back and the cormorants were drying their wings. Spring gives birth to two wonders (Du Fu). On the night of February 6, the spring water was born, and the beach in front of the door was muddy and flat.

Hey? Momansi, I know everything about you and Cao Cao. Water is two feet high overnight, and it won't last for a few days.

There is a boat for sale in Shinan Jintou. If you have no money, you can buy one next to the fence. Three quatrains (Du Fu) The catalpa tree leans against the rocky shore, and the new pistil does not want to fly.

It is best to be drunk and the wind blows away, but you can endure the rain when you wake up. Whether the cormorant will go outside, Sha Tou suddenly looked at his eyes and guessed.

From now on, I know people's wish to come back a hundred times a day. Countless bamboo shoots have grown all over the forest, and pedestrians have been closed in Chai Men.

Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger. Qin Zhou's "Miscellaneous Poems" (Du Fu) has 20 poems, which are mixed with sorrow because of people's long-distance travel.

It's too late to go back to Gansu and worry for too long. When the water falls, the fish and dragons walk at night, and the birds and mice set.

When the Western Expedition asked about the bonfire, my heart broke this long stay. Qinzhou North Temple is a scenic spot in Xiao Wei Palace.

The moss mountain gate is ancient, and the Danqing wild hall is empty. The moon is full of dew, and the clouds cross the stream.

Wei Qing is heartless. When he is sad, he goes to the East alone. The state map leads to the same valley, and the post road leads to quicksand.

Thousands of accounts and tens of thousands more surrendered to Lu. Ma Jiaozhu was sweating like a pig, dancing with white hooves.

When I was young, I boasted when I came to the West. Drum horn in border county, Kawahara till night.

In autumn, when it is cloudy, the wind scatters into the clouds. Holding a leaf silently, it is too late to return alone.

All voices are the same, but what is my way? The southern ambassador is suitable for Tianma and has a strong origin.

Clouds don't connect, and autumn grass covers the mountains. It is said that the dragon is a kind of dragon, but it is still old.

Mourn for the war and stand tall. Hujia Opera City, Han Festival returns to the hillside.

Stop rivers from entering the sea and send a letter to Jinwei. Scholars are bitter and black, and birds and beasts are rare.

When I heard about the garrison, I hated the siege of Yecheng. Vast, between the ancient city valleys.

There was no storm in the traffic jam, and jathyapple was not at the customs. After the return of the country, Loulan did not return.

Smoke and dust have been seen for a long time, and decay is destroying the face. I heard the source and came back this way.

How much Petunia has come, and Wanma has come so far. Look at Youyan, when does the county town open?

Athletes in the Eastern Expedition are exhausted, and the Qiang flute plays at dusk. Today's eyes are bright, and Linchi is a good pavilion.

Shrubs are low green, and tall willows grow green. How many quiet things pile up, and reading aloud makes the stars.

If I had this, I would be in the suburbs. Clouds meet Kunlun, and rain crowds people.

The children of the Qiang nationality look at the Weihe River and send guests to Heyuan. Fireworks in the military curtain, Niu Shang village.

The autumn grass is clean and the awning door is closed. The rustling is cold and the autumn clouds are low.

The oriole flutters its wings for rain, and the eagle pecks at the mud with hunger. Whoever comes from the north of Jimen, Han will go west alone.

If you don't expect to learn, you will be too tired to play drums. Nanguo Temple on the mountain, where the water is flowing north.

Old trees are empty, and clear canals lead to the city. Autumn flowers are at the bottom of the dangerous rock, and the evening scenery is by the clock.

Pitching the sad life experience, the stream wind is silent. He preached in Dongke Valley and hid dozens of families.

Cover the door with rattan and let the sand reflect the bamboo water. Thin land should be turned into millet, and melons can be planted on sunny slopes.

The boatman's recent report is afraid of losing peach blossoms. The ancient enemy dived into Xiaotian.

God fish people disappear, and the words of the blessed land are true. Near the southwest, I have nineteen springs.

When the cabin, send old Bai Yunbian. Swim across the sea in your spare time, leisurely between military forces and horses.

It is raining in the guest room. Ruan Ji was prosperous, but Pang Gong didn't pay him back.

Dongke is lazy and rests on tweezers. Dongke is a good cliff valley, out of touch with other peaks.

Invite two birds at sunset and raise a cloud on a sunny day. Savages are afraid of danger, and bamboos will share it equally.

I was old when I was picking herbs, but the children were not sent to smell them. It is easy to be cloudy for a long time in autumn, and the morning light is no longer distinguishable.

Rain curtain on eaves, low wall of mountain clouds. The cormorant peeps at the shallow well, and the earthworm goes up to the deep hall.

The horses and chariots are bleak, and the grass grows in front of the door. The secluded land will be full of autumn, and the mountain guests have not returned.

Clouds are intermittent and the edges are not very bright. Warning signs are often reported, and rumors are flying everywhere.

Tian She (Du Fu) Xirong Tian She Qingjiang District, next to Chai Men Ancient Road. The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant. The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

3. Cormorant Poetry Pool and

Tang Bai Juyi

There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.

At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.

When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.

What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.

Twenty pieces of Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

I am full of sadness and trouble because people travel far away.

It's too late to go back to Gansu and worry for too long.

When the water falls, the fish and dragons walk at night, and the birds and mice set.

When the Western Expedition asked about the bonfire, my heart broke this long stay.

Qinzhou North Temple is a scenic spot in Xiao Wei Palace.

The moss mountain gate is ancient, and the Danqing wild hall is empty.

The moon is full of dew, and the clouds cross the stream.

Wei Qing is heartless. When he is sad, he goes to the East alone.

The state map leads to the same valley, and the post road leads to quicksand.

Thousands of accounts and tens of thousands more surrendered to Lu.

Ma Jiaozhu was sweating like a pig, dancing with white hooves.

When I was young, I boasted when I came to the West.

Drum horn in border county, Kawahara till night.

In autumn, when it is cloudy, the wind scatters into the clouds.

Holding a leaf silently, it is too late to return alone.

All voices are the same, but what is my way?

The southern ambassador is suitable for Tianma and has a strong origin.

Clouds don't connect, and autumn grass covers the mountains.

It is said that the dragon is a kind of dragon, but it is still old.

Mourn for the war and stand tall.

Hujia Opera City, Han Festival returns to the hillside.

Stop rivers from entering the sea and send a letter to Jinwei.

Scholars are bitter and black, and birds and beasts are rare.

When I heard about the garrison, I hated the siege of Yecheng.

Vast, between the ancient city valleys.

There was no storm in the traffic jam, and jathyapple was not at the customs.

After the return of the country, Loulan did not return.

Smoke and dust have been seen for a long time, and decay is destroying the face.

I heard the source and came back this way.

How much Petunia has come, and Wanma has come so far.

Look at Youyan, when does the county town open?

Athletes in the Eastern Expedition are exhausted, and the Qiang flute plays at dusk.

Today's eyes are bright, and Linchi is a good pavilion.

Shrubs are low green, and tall willows grow green.

How many quiet things pile up, and reading aloud makes the stars.

If I had this, I would be in the suburbs.

Clouds meet Kunlun, and rain crowds people.

The children of the Qiang nationality look at the Weihe River and send guests to Heyuan.

Fireworks in the military curtain, Niu Shang village.

The autumn grass is clean and the awning door is closed.

The rustling is cold and the autumn clouds are low.

The oriole flutters its wings for rain, and the eagle pecks at the mud with hunger.

Whoever comes from the north of Jimen, Han will go west alone.

If you don't expect to learn, you will be too tired to play drums.

Nanguo Temple on the mountain, where the water is flowing north.

Old trees are empty, and clear canals lead to the city.

Autumn flowers are at the bottom of the dangerous rock, and the evening scenery is by the clock.

Pitching the sad life experience, the stream wind is silent.

He preached in Dongke Valley and hid dozens of families.

Cover the door with rattan and let the sand reflect the bamboo water.

Thin land should be turned into millet, and melons can be planted on sunny slopes.

The boatman's recent report is afraid of losing peach blossoms.

The ancient enemy dived into Xiaotian.

God fish people disappear, and the words of the blessed land are true.

Near the southwest, I have nineteen springs.

When the cabin, send old Bai Yunbian.

Swim across the sea in your spare time, leisurely between military forces and horses.

It is raining in the guest room.

Ruan Ji was prosperous, but Pang Gong didn't pay him back.

Dongke is lazy and rests on tweezers.

Dongke is a good cliff valley, out of touch with other peaks.

Invite two birds at sunset and raise a cloud on a sunny day.

Savages are afraid of danger, and bamboos will share it equally.

I was old when I was picking herbs, but the children were not sent to smell them.

It is easy to be cloudy for a long time in autumn, and the morning light is no longer distinguishable.

Rain curtain on eaves, low wall of mountain clouds.

The cormorant peeps at the shallow well, and the earthworm goes up to the deep hall.

The horses and chariots are bleak, and the grass grows in front of the door.

The secluded land will be full of autumn, and the mountain guests have not returned.

Clouds are intermittent and the edges are not very bright.

Warning signs are often reported, and rumors are flying everywhere.

How can Xirong's nephew country win Tianwei?

Feng has never stopped, and it is often difficult to go fishing in the sea.

The clouds are majestic and the military curtain is dry.

The wind moves west, and the north court is cold.

So, I always think about when to build an altar.

Tang Yao is really self-righteous. He doesn't know what is wild and ancient.

Sun Yao can have no wife, but you are lucky to have a son.

Collect books at Yu Wen Point and read Memory of Qiu Chi.

In order to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, an EMU is in a factory.

4. What are the poems describing cormorants? "Tian She" Tang Dynasty: Dushe Qingjiang District, next to the ancient road in Chai Men.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy. The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams. "Huanxisha chicks in the sky" Ming Dynasty: Tang chicks are in the sky, and a stream of residual rain reflects the sunset.

Cormorants bask in their wings and are covered with fish beams. Willow leaves bring flowers to the north, and bamboo roots lead bamboo shoots out of the east wall.

Sitting alone in the yard. "Returning to Gaoguantankou to Stay with My Brother" Tang Dynasty: Cen Can believed in the mountains yesterday and plowed the fields today.

I'm too late to return the mountain. Lonely on the pond, no one in the forest.

Things remember your position, lazily leaning against the cormorant. "Cormorant" Tang Dynasty: There are a group of feathers flying in Du Xunhe, and the rain shore is full of smoke.

There are fish in the deep water, but the heron seems very hungry. Autumn in Jiangcheng Tang Dynasty: After the banquet, the scenery in Jiangcheng was cool, which made me sad.

Far away? The collection of residual rain reflects that the water cormorant is approaching sunset. Everything is empty, and it is very uncomfortable not to return to China for more than ten years.

I don't know where I hate it, but I feel sad every night.

5. The fisherman's poem "The Fisherman"

(Tang) Jong Li

I walked to the depths of reed flowers,

Xiguangshan is sunny in the evening.

Fishermen greet each other by opening accounts.

The children scrambled to see the dog barking.

Four fisherman's poems

Su Shi

Fisherman drinks, whoever goes, fish and crab each pay for a while. Don't drink wine for a long time, no matter how much it costs.

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 woke up, it was spring afternoon and his dream was shattered.

The fisherman smiled and lifted his seagull gently. It was a lonely river. Riding by the river is an official. Lend me a boat to cross the south.

6. Poems praising cormorants include those about the night when cormorants are moored at the beach, and the little smoke crows and thrushes.

Floating on the river

Become a barefoot fisherman,

Stay on the rapids submerged by rapids,

The sunshine also flows warmly.

Spray is the best partner,

Laughter replaced the silence of the past,

Forward, forward, explore in the distance.

Water plants are girls' long hair,

Rivers are the best combs,

Sort out the intoxicating scenery in autumn.

The stone will always be with you,

Dragonflies are clever pilots,

Hovering on the water, or resting on reed leaves.

The reeds are blooming,

Yelling in the same direction,

Praise cormorants as excellent soldiers.

7. The fisherman's poem "The Fisherman"

(Tang) Jong Li

I walked to the depths of reed flowers,

Xiguangshan is sunny in the evening.

Fishermen greet each other by opening accounts.

The children scrambled to see the dog barking.

Four fisherman's poems

Su Shi

Fisherman drinks, whoever goes, fish and crab each pay for a while. Don't drink wine for a long time, no matter how much it costs.

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 woke up, it was spring afternoon and his dream was shattered.

The fisherman smiled and lifted his seagull gently. It was a lonely river. Riding by the river is an official. Lend 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 in the world have 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 happened near the fisherman's words.

Zhu Dunru

Shake the world of mortals first, and it is even more inappropriate to wake up drunk. I am used to wearing frost and snow at work. When you came late, the wind let go of the fishing line, and there were new moons up and down. Thousands of miles of water and sky are the same color, and you can see loneliness and glory.

He Zhi and Yu Ge

Zhang Songling

Happiness is a storm, fishing is leisure,

The pine path in the thatched cottage won the climb.

Taihu Lake, Dongting Mountain,

The wind is blowing, and it must be blown back.

Old fisherman

Nalanxingde

Autumn wind is better than lotus. People are foggy and blown into reeds.

8. Poems praising cormorants include those about the night when cormorants are moored at the beach, and the little smoke crows and thrushes.

Floating on the river

Become a barefoot fisherman,

Stay on the rapids submerged by rapids,

The sunshine also flows warmly.

Spray is the best partner,

Laughter replaced the silence of the past,

Forward, forward, explore in the distance.

Water plants are girls' long hair,

Rivers are the best combs,

Sort out the intoxicating scenery in autumn.

The stone will always be with you,

Dragonflies are clever pilots,

Hovering on the water, or resting on reed leaves.

The reeds are blooming,

Yelling in the same direction,

Praise cormorants as excellent soldiers.

9. Poems about Fishermen: Fishermen on the River

fan zhongyan

People come and go on the river,

But I like the beauty of perch.

Look at a boat,

In and out of the storm.

Lanxi bangge

Don? Dai Shulun

The cool moon hangs like an eyebrow in Liuwan,

The more you look in the Zhongshan mirror.

Three days of peach blossom rain in Lanxi,

Carps come to the beach at midnight.

Yedao fisherman

Ji Zhang

Fishermen are at the estuary, and the tide flows into Chai Fei.

The traveler wanted to stay, but the host didn't come back.

Shenzhu village is far away, and there are few fishing boats on the moon.

Looking for the beach in the distance, the grass clothes in the spring breeze.

Poems related to fishermen's life;

A few fishing flutes sounded and the wind blew the reeds.

Come to the lost place again and ask the fishing boat under the flowers.

Terraces are empty, and forests and valleys stop fishing.

People throw fire on the shore and fish smoke in the pool.

Put out the candles on the pillow and catch the breath of fishing at night.

The old house was used for chopping wood and fishing, and Artemisia capillaris has disappeared.

Wax sounds shock clouds and dreams, and fishing songs shock Chu ci.

Tigers crouched in the dust, and fishing songs swam along the coast.

How many things have happened in ancient and modern times? Fishermen sing at night.

Destroy the shadow and fish from the fishing.

The fisherman's children can't avoid seeing Lang Jiao.

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

White-haired fishing firewood is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods.

My brother is still fishing and hunting in the neighboring village, and he cries a few lines in a book.

The fish is satisfied and the wood is smiling.

An old fisherman spent the night here, burning bamboo under the west cliff, Xiao Ji, Qing Xiang.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Don't send flowers to fly with the running water, for fear that a fisherman will visit.

The faint flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the west bank of Shijie asks the fishing boat.

Where there are canglang fishermen, drum songs are different.