Wenxin carved phoenix "Fishing Fun Poems** II".
Fishing Fun (11).
Ten miles of Lianzhou carp is fat, throwing the rod and enjoying the wind blowing.
The warm and diligent light rises with the waves, and the lazy and idle gulls push the waves.
The warehouse is rich in fishing fun, and the fish scales are countless inches of clothes.
The dish is beautiful and flavorful, and the blood people are all ointment.
Fishing Fun (12).
The deep water of the pond has not been opened, and the village mash wild mushroom soup is prepared.
Pack up the fish and let go of the frustrated sunset.
Open the bottle and sit under the golden maple, and add a cup of chrysanthemum on the spot.
If you ask the fisherman what he gets, a basket of autumn rhyme and a shoulder of frost.
Fishing Fun (13).
Jiang Gongshan is good at fishing and abandoning the hook, and he is looking for the world.
The water surface mirror grinds the tide and swells, and the rain horn waves hit the heron to swim leisurely.
Boping is more dangerous, and the road is narrow to prevent the channel from being sparse.
The two hooks are frequently competing, and the red fly takes a nap.
Fishing Fun (14).
Take advantage of the gap to steal the edge of the wild water, and let go of the Haoxing system.
The lotus boat sailed to the microwave shore, and the blue oar pushed away the two heavens.
The bamboo shadow is in the mirror, and the forest warbler is tactful and separates the dust and smoke.
The fish warehouse is small and full of slanting sunset, and the moon port Xingxi is good to berth the boat.
Fishing Fun (15).
The scorching summer heat does not give up, and a verdant tree is just a glimpse.
Good at judging the tide of fish and observing the color of the water, skillfully arranging the feast and setting up the danger.
Greedy passers-by turn their souls, and adventurous players take their lives to fly.
How many gains and losses are in a thought, some people hate and some are fat.
Fishing Fun (16).
Time flies and another year, adding gray hair to the pity.
I want to borrow the eyes of my children and grandchildren when I study, and I am afraid of being greedy for alcohol.
Lazy Yingge has no ink, only stealing Zeguo for half a day.
The time is still good on the shore, and the clouds are light and the wind is slanting a few pillars of smoke.
Fishing Fun (17).
The rivers and lakes are running high for a long time, and in a blink of an eye, they feel that the past is far away.
The net used to be on the Yangtze Shore, and the sail also crossed the Bazhou Bridge.
The heart has not changed the mulberry wind, and the festival is allowed to be poured by the heat wave.
The hard journey is clean, and the Xiongguan Mandao is a few delicate.
Fishing Fun (18).
Last night, the cold snap penetrated the wall sand, and the rod was closed to catch the fishing.
The fishing boat is untied from Jinpu, and the reed path hoes the smoke beams of Bixia.
Half an acre of idle land is planted with grass, and a good rain runs poetry flowers.
The frost pavilion water pavilion cup invites the moon, and moves to frighten the willow pregnant buds.
Fishing Fun (19).
Less idle and complaining, it is better to send worries and worries.
The world is interested in hatred and empty calculations, and the green water of Qingchuan is enchanting.
The rod picks the bright moon and the east is white, and the silk rolls and smokes and burns at the bottom of the sleeve.
The red carp dances on the waves, and the snowflakes flutter to welcome you.
Fishing Fun (20).
also learn from the big guy to light up the double gun, and open the bow left and right.
It is advisable to apply flower dew water to adjust the bait, and set up a dream bed for nesting.
Qinglun tightly tied the king buckle, and the bean curd frequently gambled on the wolf.
The wind and thunder of Jinghai swept the ground, and the waves were long and long.
Wenxin Diaofeng (real name: Liu Yue) male, from Huanggang, Hubei, civil servant, poetry lover.