-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Wharf" One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
-Li Bai's It's Hard to Go ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" was once difficult for water, and it was amber forever.
-Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" Have you ever seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? -Li Bai's Into the Wine 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Tang, 902. There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Tang Qianqi 3. You can't see how the water of the Yellow River leaves heaven and enters the ocean, never to return. Tang Li Bai 4. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are bleak and condensed. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside. The flat sand is endless and yellow. Tang Censhen 6. Blue. There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? Mountains and islands stand tall.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao's works: Looking at the sea to the east is Jieshi, so that we can see the sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Author: Shu Ting's works: To the sea (sunrise at sea) How many heroes are sincerely impressed by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on the cliffs, how many footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, how many times the sails raised are secretly buried by the waves, and there have been curses, lamentations and praises. There used to be a brilliant sea-a changing life-a turbulent ocean. Where is the hole dug in childhood? Where are the traces of first love side by side? The sea, even if your waves can wash away the memory, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of sinking and the awakening. From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. I also hope you have a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be happy in this world. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms. This is the last time you appeared in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. Like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I heard your sad voice and your calling voice for the last time.
You are the desire in my heart! I often wander around your shore silently and blankly, because of that secret wish, I feel distressed and heartbroken! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, your deep voice, the silence of dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, fly bravely between the waves; But when you get out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely shore forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far along your waves, but I couldn't! You wait, you call … and I am bound; My inner struggle is completely futile: I was fascinated by a strong passion and left me on your shore ... what's so pathetic? Where is the carefree path I am going to run to now? In your desert, one thing shocked my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb ... There, immersed in the cold sleep are some solemn memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm, another genius flew away from us. He is another monarch in our mind. The singer who cried for the God of Freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world.
Cloudy and noisy, stir up: Oh, the sea, he once sang about you. Your image is reflected in him, and he is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep, and like you, nothing can make him submit.
The world is empty, ocean, where do you want me to take you? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder in a long, long dusk.
My heart is full of you. I want to take your cliff, your bay, your flash, your shadow and whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert.
2. Poems about the sea.
1. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Zhang Tang jiuling
2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?
4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.
6. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light!
There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... sail.
7. Ah, the sea-how kind and lovely you are-Emily Dickinson's blue ocean.
8. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao's ocean view
3. Poetry related to the sea will enter the wine. Don Li Baijun didn't see how the water of the Yellow River flowed into the ocean from heaven and never came back.
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes.
Never point his golden cup at the moon! Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
The jade in the drum is not expensive enough. I hope I will never wake up after being drunk. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Wu and Qiu, give them to that boy for good wine, and your monthly sales will be endless. Heron lodge-the mountain covers the day, the ring of the king, and the sea drains the golden river.
Go up a storey still higher, and look at the past thousands of miles away with a full moon-the moon is now full of the sea, Zhang Jiuling and Tianya * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In the autumn night, the fence will greet the cold at dawn-Lu you will go to the east of Wan Li River and enter the sea, and climb the skyscraper for 5 thousand meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. The next stop on Beibao Mountain-under the green hill, Wang Wan and I, my boat, meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. Long Song Line-Kwai is in the green garden of Han Yuefu, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Moonlight on the riverside-Zhang Chunjiang tide, the bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. Jade curtain can't be rolled up, but it will be brushed on the anvil (a "finger").
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the moon (a kind of "flower") shakes the trees all over the river.
The sea ● Wan Chuan belongs to it, I don't know when it will stop; I don't know when it will be gone. The tail of Zhuangzi Autumn Water (lǘ) is said to be the place where seawater is discharged.
Wan Chuan never stopped entering the sea, and the sea never overflowed; Seawater is discharged and will never be exhausted. This sentence was used by later generations to explain that things are changing and developing, and they go round and round.
Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. Jieshi Mountain in Three Kingdoms Cao's Watching the Sea: it refers to Jieshi Mountain in the southwest of Laoting County, Hebei Province.
H: then. Dan: The way the water ripples.
Y: Just shrug your shoulders. Zhi: upright.
This is what the author did when he pursued the remnants of Yuan Shao through Jieshi. He painted a magnificent picture of blue waves, towering mountains and islands and lush vegetation, which set off his high spirit at that time.
● The louver sky is high, and the sea water shakes green. Jin Yuefu's folk song "Xizhou Qu" is empty and green: it refers to the water reflecting the blue sky.
When the curtains are rolled up, the sky naturally looks very high, and the sea water shakes the green in the air. The realm is magnificent and magnificent, and the word "shake the green" is surprising.
The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is born at sea. Tang Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River outlines a magnificent picture of the moonlit night on the Spring River: the spring tide flows into the Yangtze River, and the rivers and seas are flat, accompanied by the bright moon tide.
● ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Tang Wangwan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain" will be finished, and the sunrise has risen from the sea; In the early spring of Jiangnan, at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, the river has already had the breath of spring.
The author has been a guest for a long time, day after day, year after year, year after year, without a day to go home and no one to deliver books. The scene is very hurt, so there is the above description. ● The sea meets the sun first, and the galaxy opposes the stars.
Don Du Fu's "Never Leave the West Pavilion" The rising sun floats on the sea and the stars hang in the Milky Way. Looking at the distance, qi zhou lit nine cigarettes and spilled a glass of seawater.
Don Lihe's Paradise Dream qi zhou: Zhongzhou, which is China. Nine cigarettes: Kyushu in ancient China was separated by as many as nine cigarettes.
Hóng: Draw a spectacular bird's eye view of Kyushu, which shows the author's extraordinary mind and strong romantic color. ● In August, the sound of the waves came, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain. In a short time, it arrived in Haimen, rolling up sand like a snowdrift.
The sound of waves in August in Tang Yuxi's "Langtaosha": refers to the sound of the spring tide in the middle of the Tangjiang River in Zhejiang Province, which is the most spectacular on August 18 of the lunar calendar every year. Touch: Touch and strike.
It is thrilling to describe the turbulent river tide in two sentences. The whole poem is a wonderful picture of watching waves by the sea.
The autumn moon is a thousand miles away, and hundreds of troops ring in the middle of the night. Tang Zhaowei's Qiantang Mid-Autumn Festival: The tide in Qiantang River is the most spectacular on Mid-Autumn Festival night, and it has always been known as the best in the world.
The grandeur of writing static scenes and the momentum of writing dynamic scenes are excellent. ● Haibo comes first, and the front of the building refers to a pile of snow.
The first line of Stone's Night View of Wanghailou describes that the waves are coming here like a row of white lines. Pointing and looking around: Pointing and looking around means that time is extremely short.
Write about the majestic scenery at the beginning of the river tide. Li Bai's "Hengjiang Ci" has a sentence "What happened to Zhejiang in August? Tao seems to be spraying snow on the mountain. " The appendix is here for your reference.
I want to know how high the tide is and the mountains are muddy in the waves. How much is "Watching the Tide" on August 15? how much is it?
Xiongnu: Very simple. Write the height of the river tide.
● Suspected to be sea and air, beating drums all around. Song Pan Lang's "Jiuquanzi" When the tide came up, I really doubted it. The water in the sea is gone, and everywhere is like the sound of gongs and drums welcoming the tide.
Two sentences describe the majestic momentum of Qiantang River. ● Go to Bai Hong in Changping Shali, and Huai Kong in Yaotai.
Song Chen Shidao's "Watching Tide for Seventeen Days" Yaotai: the legendary immortal residence. The tide rushes out from the vast beach like a white rainbow, and it is like a fairy accidentally knocking over the jade cup on the Yao stage and pouring down the nectar.
With rich imagination, the tides of the polar Qiantang River are surging and powerful.
4. Poetry describing the sea. Sea.
Are you a mother or a lover?
I don't know
Bump all the way
My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.
Hair is a mess-looking around.
Whole poem:
seek
sea
Where are you?
This is childhood.
Still in the dark.
I clearly heard your kind call.
But I don't know.
Where are you?
This is a dream in a trance.
Or the empty Penglai fairy island
Learn to crawl or learn to walk.
I've been looking for you.
Huge footsteps
sea
Are you a mother or a lover?
I don't know
Bump all the way
My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.
Hair is messy.
Finally crawling in your smoke
You are so bold and enlightened.
Broad and lush
Is Jade Python Pentium the totem of my Oriental Dragon?
I forgot myself.
Throw away all your luggage.
Change the reserve of the past
Jump into your broad mind.
Hope to adopt,
5. What are the poems about the sea? The poem about the sea is as follows:
Briefly describe the value of water in a river like the sea.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
I like to try to find a good poem all my life. The language of the poem is not surprising, and I will not stop.
People are getting older and older, and writing poems is perfunctory. With flowers and birds in spring, there is no deep sadness in the past.
I have a new clothes and a stockade by the river. I can fish leisurely. I have prepared a wooden raft to replace the boat in the river.
I hope that Tao Yuanming, Xie Lingyun and other poetry masters will definitely chat with each other and have a tea party.
Night view of Wanghai Building: Wind and rain blow into the building.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular.
When the rain ebbs and flows, the sea is blue, and when the lightning flashes and thunders, the purple snake is chosen.
Langtaosha, Bailang and Hailian
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
White waves are boundless with the sea, and flat sand is boundless.
I couldn't find it before, and the East China Sea became a mulberry field.
Pomegranate ode of neighbor's daughter in the east window
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Under the east window of Lu Nv, the sea willow world is rare.
Coral reflects green water, which is not enough to compare with Guanghua.
Incense rises with the wind, and good birds return at dusk.
I would like to raise my skirt low for the southeast branch.
No climbing leads to gold leaves.
Ballads of the people of the sea
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
Sea people have no fixed place in the sea, and pearl picking service is like one year old.
Bad waves cross the Tianshan Mountains, blocking roads, and Weiyang Palace often has Man Ku.
6. 10 Wang Zhihuan, an ancient poem about the sea, "In the Heron Villa"
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Long song in Han Dynasty
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.
"Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling" Don Du Shen Yan
Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.
Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.
"Jingmen Farewell" Tang Libai
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
"Dream of Heaven" Tang
It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale.
The jade wheel rolled with dew and wet the surrounding light and shadow. Mo Yan in Guihua Lane once met the fairy of Lu 'an-E.
Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.
Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.
"Ask asking for the moon for wine, an old friend Jia Chunling" Tang Libai.
When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now.
The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.
Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.
I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning?
The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Jin Se Tang Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
"It's hard to walk alone" Tang Libai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Moonlit Night on the Spring River Tang Zhang
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. ……
Yuan Zhen, the fourth of Li Si's five poems.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The above is for reference.
7. Poetry about the sea: The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" nbsp；; The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. Nbsp—— Li Bai's "Jingmen Ferry Farewell to Friends" nbsp; One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
-Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk" nbsp；; ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Nbsp—— Wang Wan's "The next berth in Beibao Mountain" nbsp; Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
-Yuan Zhen's "Li Si" nbsp；; Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's Into the Wine1.nbsp; ; The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. nbsp； Don nbsp； Zhang Jiuling nbsp2.nbsp There, the sea rises to the sky, and you disappear from this world in your fragile boat. Don nbsp； Qian Qi nbsp3.nbsp You can't see how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return. Don nbsp； Li nbsp4.nbsp The sand sea is unfathomable with ice, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and Wan Li is condensed. nbsp； Don nbsp； Cen Can nbsp5.nbsp Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! Yellow sand in the desert flies to heaven. Don nbsp； Cen Can nbsp6.nbsp. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light! Nbsp; There is a clear blue stream below, on which golden sunshine shines .............................................................................................................................................................. ; (Russian) lermontov's "Sail" nbsp7.nbsp. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-nbsp; (America) Dickinson's blue ocean. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering.
Nbsp; The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. Nbsp; the trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Nbsp Cao Cao's "looking at the sea" era: Wei and Jin nbsp; Author: Cao nbsp；; Works: Look at the sea nbsp；; On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. Nbsp; The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Nbsp; Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging with huge waves. Nbsp; The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
Nbsp; the trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Nbsp; Han is a talented star, if you take it by surprise. Nbsp; I am very happy to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Nbsp； Author: Shu Tingnbsp; Works: to the sea (sunrise at sea) nbsp；; Sunrise at sea nbsp；; How many heroes have aroused sincere admiration nbsp；; Sunset at sea nbsp；; How many poets have been provoked to be gentle by nbsp? How many songs have been sung on the cliff nbsp；; Also blown by the sea breeze day and night nbsp；; Whispering day and nbsp；; A few lines of footprints were left on the beach. How many sails have risen to the horizon? Are kept secret by Haitao nbsp；; Secretly buried nbsp；; There is nbsp there. Curses and sorrows. There is nbsp there. Praise and glory. nbsp。 -A changing life. Life-a turbulent ocean nbsp；; Where nbsp； the hole dug in childhood? Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder? Oh, the sea nbsp；; Even if your wave is nbsp；; Can smooth memory nbsp；; There are also some shells nbsp；; Scattered on the hillside nbsp；; Like the stars on a summer night; Maybe the vortex is flashing. Dangerous eyes. Maybe the storm opened its greedy mouth. ; Oh, life nbsp；; Although you ruined nbsp；; Countless pure dreams nbsp；; There are nbsp； some brave peoplenbsp; Nbsp; in the storm. Flying petrel nbsp；; The seaside night in the evening is as calm as nbsp；; The rock death of cold leaves nbsp； generally very powerful. From coastal rocks. ; How lonely my shadow is; From dusk to midnight nbsp；; How proud my heart is; "the element of freedom" nbsp；; Let you pretend to roar nbsp；; Let you nbsp； hypocritical and calm. Let you take everything. . Everything in the past-nbsp; ; This world. Have the pain of sinking nbsp；; There is also the joy of awakening nbsp；; Facing the sea, spring is warm in bloom nbsp；; Haizi nbsp；; From tomorrow on, be a happy person. Feed the horse, nbsp chop firewood and travel around the world nbsp; Starting from tomorrow, care about nbsp food and vegetables. I have a house facing nbsp, with spring flowers. From tomorrow on, write to every relative. Tell them my happiness. That happy lightning tells me nbsp；; I will tell everyone nbsp；; Give every river and mountain a warmth. Stranger, I have the nbsp wishes for you. I wish you a bright future May you have a lover and everything will be fine. All right. May you be happy on earth. I just want to face nbsp, warm spring in bloom. Foreign poetry: nbsp；; To nbsp. ; Big nbsp；; Nbsp； Pushkin nbsp；; Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! Nbsp; This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes. Rolling blue waves, nbsp；; Shining with beautiful light. Nbsp seems to be a friend's melancholy complaint, nbsp; It seems to be a phone call when he left, nbsp；; I'm listening for the last time. Your sad voice, your calling voice.
Nbsp, you are the desire in my heart! Nbsp I often walk along your coast, nbsp; A person wandering quietly and blankly, nbsp；; Also because of the secret desire and distress! Nbsp How much I love your reply, nbsp; Love your gloomy tone, your abyss sound, nbsp；; There is also the silence of the evening, nbsp；; And that capricious passion! Nbsp Fisherman's docile sail, nbsp; Rely on your willful protection, nbsp；; Flying bravely between the waves; Nbsp; but when you are surging and can't control it, nbsp; Large groups of ships will perish. Nbsp, I want to leave. Forever; Your lonely and still coast, nbsp；; Congratulate with carnival, nbsp；; And let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant, nbsp；; But I didn't get what I wanted! Nbsp; You wait, you call … and I am bound; Nbsp; my inner struggle is completely futile: nbsp; I was fascinated by a strong passion, nbsp；; Let me be on your shore. ; What's so pathetic? Where is it now? Is it the carefree path I want to run to? Nbsp In your desert, there is one thing nbsp; It once shook my heart.
Nbsp; This is a steep rock, a splendid tomb .................................................................................................................................................................. ; There, immersed in cold sleep, nbsp；; Are some magnificent memories; Nbsp Napoleon died there. Nbsp; there, he was buried in suffering.
Nbsp and ...
8. Poetry about the sea: How the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river (Li Bai will enter the wine). (Wang Zhihuan: In the Heron Lodge) ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
(Wang Wei's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") When will the Hundred Rivers return to the sea in the east and return to the west? The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
(Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon") Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" looks at the sea in the east facing Jieshi. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out. Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition. Modern poetry: a blind that cuts a person into strips.
Blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky with a piece of blue in their hands.
The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." The sun and sand are white in February and August.
I dug two holes in the beach. The sky was silent, and the sea finally foamed.
On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin.
The seabird said, "The sea is dead." The water village draws a river map and rushes to the distance.
Like blood, connected with hometown. River, white swan flying from the source.
Ask me, who did you write Three Farewells for? Lakes and stone walls are over 1000 feet high. Severity and rain, showing my grand plan? The sea has roared for tens of thousands of years.
I still cheer for you in my sleep. The sea is like a mother, beautiful and gentle; The storm broke out suddenly, and it was as violent and dignified as dad! -Wu Deyong and Che Jizhi's "Daughter of the Sea" This is a silver sea, quiet without a ripple, like a thick blue cloth that has just been ironed.
-Deng Gang's "Long Bing Guo" The sea is quiet, dark and thick like grease. (Su) Gorky's Circa There is no wind on the water, and the sea sleeps like a sucking baby ... (British) Byron's Don Juan The sea is calm, like a blue gem.
-(Venezuela) Luo Gallegos's Epiphany. Pushkin-Goodbye to the sea, the element of freedom! For the last time, your blue waves rolled in front of my eyes, and your proud beauty shone grandly.
Like a friend's melancholy whisper, like his farewell greeting, for the last time, I listened to your loud call and your gloomy vomiting. The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! How many times, on your shore, I wandered silently and confusedly, thinking hard about my long-cherished wish.
Ah, how I love your echo, your dumb voice, the song of the abyss, your serenity at dusk and your wayward temper! Under the protection of your moodiness, the fisherman's sail boldly glides between his teeth, but if you are surging and unable to overcome it, groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Until now, I still can't leave this solidified stone shore that bothers me. I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! I didn't let the waves of my poetry go with your ridge! You are expecting and calling ... but I am bound, and my heart wants to break free in vain. Stronger feelings attracted me, so I stayed on the shore ... what is there to cherish? Now, where can I run on the open road? In your desolation, there is only one thing that may still excite my heart.
A cliff, a glorious tomb ... where all kinds of beautiful memories sink into cold dreams. Ah, Napoleon put them there. He was buried in misery.
Following him, another genius passed in front of us like a storm, ah, another master of our hearts. He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He left his laurel to the world.
Make a hullabaloo about, furious about the bad weather, oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you. He is shaped by your essence, the sea, he is the reflection of your image; He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and as stubborn as you.
The world is empty ... Oh, ocean, where can you take me now? Everywhere, people's fate is the same: where there is happiness, there must be education or tyrants to protect it very closely. Goodbye, sea! I will never forget your spectacular beauty; I will listen to your rumbling in the dusk for a long time.
My heart is full of you. I will take your rocks, your bay, your light and shadow, your sound of the waves to the forest and the silent wasteland.