original text
Xue Jiang
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Step 2 take notes
Absolutely: no, no.
Wan Jing: Virtual refers to thousands of ways.
Footprints of people.
Loneliness: loneliness.
Basket: Bi Yi, Dai Li: Bamboo hat. ("gun", ancient clothes used for rain protection; "Dai", a hat used in ancient times to prevent rain. )
One person: One person.
3. Translation
Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.
4. Brief analysis
In this poem, everything is snowy, the mountains are snowy, the roads are snowy, and "Qian Shan" and "Wanjing" are snowy, making birds fly away and people disappear. Even the awning and fisherman's hat are covered with snow. But the author did not explicitly associate these scenes with "snow". On the contrary, in this painting, there is only Jiang and only Rulu. Of course, the river will not store snow, and it will not be covered by snow. Even if it falls into the river, it will immediately become water. However, the author only used the word "cold river snow" to connect the two farthest images, giving people a vague, distant and narrow feeling and forming a long-distance lens. This makes the main object described in the poem more concentrated, dexterous and prominent. Because even the river seems to be covered with snow, even the places where there is no snow are covered with snow, which completely describes the dense and thick snow and completely sets off the atmosphere of water and sky. As for the word "cold" used above, it is of course to point out the climate; But the poet's subjective intention is to write the fisherman's spiritual world quietly. Imagine, in such a cold and quiet environment, the old fisherman is not afraid of the cold and the snow, forgetting everything and devoting himself to fishing. Although his body is lonely, his personality is lofty and aloof, even a little awe-inspiring. This illuminated 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 word "Hanjiangxue" is the "finishing touch", which organically links the front and back parts of the whole poem, not only forming a concise and general picture, but also shaping a complete and prominent image of the fisherman.
This poem about birds was written by the author.
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Wang Changling sent Tan Ba to Guilin, the guest center is still in Chu, and the general is in Linxiang. Don't worry about apes and birds, the cold weather is long and the water is long.
Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui and Li Mu to Yangzhou and took their young children to fish for the rest of their lives. Be careful and tell the guests to return to China, not to mention Taoyuan people.
Meng Haoran boarded Xianshan Pavilion and sent a letter to Zhang Shaofu, the first leader of Jinling. The wind is very strong, and Yun Fan is like a flying bird. Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back.
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Li Bai Koguryo's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
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Du Fu's two quatrains: the bluebird in the river is too white, and the mountain is blue and white. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Du Fu's six quatrains: the shower brings the foot of the stream, and the oblique light turns to the waist of the tree. The yellow birds in the nest close and the white fish jump.
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One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi and You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) started the birds on the sand and splashed the sunset spray. No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.
3. Poems about Birds What poems about birds were there in ancient times?
Du Mu, an egret
Snow clothes, snow hair, jade,
Flocks of fish in the shadow of the stream.
Surprised to fly into the distance and reflect the blue mountains,
Pear flower falls Xiaofeng is a tree.
Du fu's quatrains
Two orioles are singing on the green willow.
Egrets line up into the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills.
My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Goose, goose, goose
Bend neck Xiang Tiange
White feathers float on the green water.
Anthurium dial Shiba Inu
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Xin Qiji is on Huangsha Road.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Border songs
Lulun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
4. The poem describing fishing is called "Qiu Jiang Fishing Alone".
Wang Shizhen
A boat with a hat, a silk and an inch-long hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
Xue Jiang
liu zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
1
Sitting on the boat, wearing a hat and a hemp fiber, a 10-foot fishing line and an inch-long hook;
Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish on the river alone this autumn.
2. Translation
Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.
5. Sentences describing egret fishing sentences describing egret fishing:
I told the guide to slow down. I'm afraid our reckless arrival will disturb these white elves. There are countless firs and dense egrets all over the mountain. Occasionally, a few egrets fly out, fly over the sky above us, land on the other side of the water, and then walk around looking for food. I think of three or two egrets in the paddy field stream in my hometown. They put their long beaks into the water to catch small aquatic animals, such as small fish, snails and loaches, which are their good food. There are abundant aquatic plants and fish around Yuejin Reservoir. Egrets don't have to travel far. If they are hungry, they will fly around to get something, so this is the natural habitat of egrets.
6. Jiang Xue, Liu Tang Zongyuan, an ancient poem about birds 1.
Excerpts from the original text:
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Explanation:
There is no bird trace in Qianshan Wanling; There are no footprints of pedestrians on thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat; Fishing alone in the snow.
2. Anonymous "Xiaoya Yellow Bird" in the pre-Qin period.
Excerpts from the original text:
Listen, yellow bird, don't fall on the tree and don't peck my grain. People in this place refuse to raise me now. Or go back, back to my dear hometown.
Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the mulberry tree and don't peck at my red sorghum. People in this place can be honest with him. Or go back to your brother.
Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the oak tree and don't eat me. People in this place are not friendly to each other. Or go back, go back to uncle.
Explanation:
Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don't gather on the eucalyptus tree and peck all my millet. People living in this town refuse to raise me now. I often miss going home and returning to my dear hometown.
Listen, yellow birds, don't gather on mulberry branches and don't peck me. People living in this town should not be sincere to him. I often miss the days when I went home to be with my brother.
Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don't gather in the oak tree and peck all my millet. People living in this town should not get along with him for a long time. I often miss going home and going back to my parents.
3. The Crow by Tang Shangyin
Excerpts from the original text:
The wandering warbler is uneven and can't bear to cross a stranger.
The punch line is unintentional, and it may not have a moment.
On windy mornings and rainy days, Song opened and closed thousands of doors.
I have been tortured by spring, but I can't bear to listen to it. Where can the city flower live?
Explanation:
Wandering warbler, floating around, flying up and down; Crossing the path and approaching the river, I couldn't help myself. It's very nice to sing. How can you not be attentive? When you meet a good time, you may not have a good time. On sunny days and sunny nights, when thousands of families open and close.
I had a spring injury before, so I can't bear to listen to it again. What are the habitable flower branches in Beijing?
4. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"
Excerpts from the original text:
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Explanation:
The songs of hundreds of birds echoed their own thoughts at will, and the mountain flowers were in full bloom in the high and low trees. I realized (before) that hearing a thrush in a golden cage was far less than singing freely when I was swimming in the forest.
5. Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
Excerpts from the original text:
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Explanation:
How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see Qingfeng. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, and the south and the north separate the morning and the evening. Layers of white clouds, clean up the gullies in the chest; Go back to the birds and fly into the eyes of the scenery. We must climb to the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, full of lofty sentiments.
There are so many poems about birds and fishermen that you can choose from them.
Complete works of fishing poems (turn)
Xue Jiang
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Thousands of birds have flown away, and a thousand roads have no footprints.
Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow.
Qiujiang solo fishing map
(Qing) Wang Shizhen
A gondola, a silk hook and a rain hook.
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
Yugezi
Zhang (Late Tang Dynasty)
Egrets fly in front of Xizhai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Angler beach
Chu Guangxi
Fishing Qingqu in spring, apricot blossoms in spring. The pool is clear and the water is shallow.
Lotus moves fish powder. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Children fishing
Hu Lingneng
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Prime Minister Zhang Zailin Dongting
meng haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
lodge
Du Mu
There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.