poems about the sea after 199
poems about the sea after 199 1. poems about the sea in 9 words
are full of blood. You only have to bump in it.
Hai Hai, love your pure clean stream, the sea, its test of the limit of life, its boiling ideal; The sea has peaks and valleys, its proud works, and the turbulent waves also have the brilliance of love; Dreams bloom in the torrent of the deep sea, singing songs with fairy tales of true feelings; The sea, the real sea, is mysterious, beautiful and fascinating. I love your pure clean water, the sea, and your deep hidden emptiness.
The sea is ordinary and ordinary, but it is so full of verve.
The sea is not a calm pond, but there is happiness in the cool warmth; Sea.
the sea, the sea, the sea. The sea is the sea! There is a never-ending pulse, a sense of charm and a sense of being at peace with the world.
Sea, sea, immersed in it, love your mysterious charm; The sea, loving your kindness and nobility, gives people a profound and mysterious charm beyond nature; The sea, loving your kindness and nobleness, has ebbs and flows, not rivers and streams with flowing water. Just like the vast land in the northern plateau, it embodies an unspeakable and mysterious vitality, so that you can feel that the sea has a strong vitality.
The sea can contain hundreds of rivers, and it has a broad mind and stormy waves
2. Poems about the sea
1 mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets.
3 Jieshi is in the east, so as to see the sea, where the water is flowing, the mountains and islands are standing, the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.
4 This is a silvery sea, as quiet as a thick blue cloth just ironed. -Deng Gang's Long Bing Guo
The sea is quiet, dark and thick like grease.
-(Su) Gorky's Cirka
5 There is not a breath of wind on the water, and the sea sleeps like a suckling baby ...-(British) Byron's Don Juan
The sea is calm, like a blue gem. -
Epiphany Festival by Luo Gallegos (Venezuela).
6 To the Sea
Your blue waves are rolling and undulating,
Your proud beauty is dazzling.
Like a friend's melancholy murmur,
Like his farewell greeting,
For the last time, I listened to your
loud call and your gloomy vomit.
3. Poems about the sea
Poems about the sea
1. the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time. Tang Zhang Jiuling
2. there where the sea floats up the sky, you wane from the world in your fragile boat Tang Qian Qi
3. Have you seen how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return, Tang Li Bai
4. the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, The gloomy clouds are bleak and Wan Li is condensed. Don Cen Can
5. look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River!, and sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven. Don Cen Can
6. The blue sea is foggy and the lonely sails are shining with white light!
There is a clear blue stream below, and the golden sunshine is sprinkled on it ... (lermontov) Sail
7. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-(America) Dickinson's Blue Ocean
8. The water is so beautiful that the mountains and islands stand tall. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. The trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it; Star Han is brilliant, if out of it. Cao Cao's View of the Sea
4. Poems about the sea
1. Lush is pale and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Going back and forth from it, the road is blocked and long. Going back and forth from it, it is in the middle of the water.
Lush. In the water, if you follow it, the road will be blocked and you will be right. If you follow it, you will swim in the water.
(The Book of Songs)
2. Where is the water, there are mountains and islands.
(Cao Cao: lt； Watching the sea)
3. White hair floats green water, and the red palm clears the waves.
(Luo Binwang: Ode to Goose)
4. Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward to this back.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
5. There is no way to recover from the mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.
(Lu You: A Tour of Shanxi Village)
6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's.
(Li Bai: A Gift to Wang Lun)
7. Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping heard the singing on Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi: "Zhuzhi Ci")
8. At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: Remembering the South of the Yangtze River)
9. The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft.
(Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")
1. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is the duck prophet in the spring river.
(Su Shi: "The Night Scene of Hui Chong {Riverside}")
11. In front of the Yellow Tower, the river is in the east, and the spring is lazy and sleepy, relying on the breeze
(Du Fu: "Looking for flowers by the river alone")
12. The old vines are faint crows, the small bridges are flowing, and the old roads are thin and thin.
(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
13. Egrets fly in front of the Cisai Mountain, and peach blossoms are flowing with mandarin fish fat.
(Zhang Zhihe: Fisherman's Song)
14. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
(Wang Wan's
) 15. The willows are green and Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the songs on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci
16. A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red.
(Bai Juyi's "Songs of the Mujiang River")
17. The night in day order is as cool as water, so lie down and watch the morning glory and the weaver star.
(Du Mu's "Autumn Night") < p
(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man made a mouth wall in the west of the Shu River")
19. After all, Qian Fan is nothing, and the oblique light is full of water.
(Wen Tingyun: "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River")
2. Looking at the landscape of Dongting, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")
21. The wind comes and blows away, and the water looks like the sky under the lake.
(Su Shi: "Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th") 22. The bright moon on the sea in Lian Haiping is born in the spring tide.
23. at heron lodge
Wang Zhihuan < The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea.
there are many trees and plenty of herbs. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean.
the trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it. Star Han is brilliant, if out of it.
fortunately, even, the song is sung.
Cao Cao's view of the sea.
that's all I have. is that enough?
5. What are the poems about the sea?
The sea is my wandering dream in this life and my pain all my life.
when I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea.
Sunset lingers on the sea; There are waterfowl playing around. The waves gently tide, chasing my footprints again and again.
The kiss of the shell fell asleep round and round, and the eyes were wet with the tide. On the edge of the dream, who yearns for the breath of the sea, croons one after another.
On days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone in the sea on the reef.
rocks. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; You are infatuated, even if the knife cuts everywhere.
but in the end, I dare not look forward to the care of the sea. The reef is just the height away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply.
Your sad memories, thousands of lines of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze collides with thirst.
the chest of the sea is covered with layers of foam and little resentment. The ancient legend of sailing boat, surrounded by all directions, the fish were caught in a net.
but it is doomed to be unable to play all the sadness. Ai Nai's muffled sound pounded the sea's dream of spring again and again, making the sea lost again and again, looking back and sighing again and again.
The ship stands on the wave, the roaring sail has been pulled down long ago, and the rudder is sticking to the direction. What kind of heart is suspended in the air, and messy hair looks around everything.
in the years, sailboats have no shore. Some ups and downs, waving wildly.
a timid soul can't resist. Seagulls cheered for the sea, skimming the scars more than once.
peck away the ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gives the sea a solid chest.
I don't dare to dock easily. I can't look at all the storms so far, and my heartache is still blooming. Every hungry cry awakens the desire to sleep.
the fierce wind spread its wings. The baptism of the storm, the surging of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life.
Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry wanders in the vast sea. The beach is close to the beach and sits alone at dusk.
the sunset is full of rosy clouds. Give up the reason and let my heart refuse to miss in the humid air. I can't help crying.
On the other side of the sea, there was a faint heavy and muddy sound coming, which disappeared my route and made my way dull. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the vortex and involved in the bottom of the sea.
hold a beach of sand and pay homage. At first glance, piety and despair coexist.
The gesture of sand leaking from your fingers is like a deep past escaping from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable, and the pain is inevitable.
the bright moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight silvered on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips.
the moonlight drips slowly, and the pure voice deduces the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.
There is love hiding in a drifting bottle. Who deliberately exiled the will? I'm still restless when I'm empty I haven't been able to open that dusty hope for thousands of years from beginning to end.
I'm afraid those pink tears will die sadly in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.
Actually, I didn't mean to lock my heart and care about it. I have the witness of the burning of the old moon. In znets.
Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here has blown my whole soul nowhere to hide, shattered into bright waves, and floated into my mouth in the neon phantom with bitter salty taste. The pity of the sun is fleeting, and the skinny shoulders of the son who is hot on the sea, the gentle hands of the mother caress the children who have traveled thousands of miles, and whisper to sleep. The injured heartfish died at noon before sunrise, and the foam of the lonely beach kissed her naked body and ears. The only survivor of the summer disaster walked through the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered the bones of shells on the beach after looting. Dark blue blood flooded the whole sea. A bottle that survived drifted away and took away the nine-word love letter of the last ferryman. A flute blared ~ ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream. The huge water body was cold under the sun. At this time, there was no cloud in Wan Li. "Have you seen the sea"-HanDong. You've seen the sea, you've imagined the sea, and then you've seen it. That's it. You've seen the sea and imagined it, but you're not a sailor. That's it. You've imagined the sea. Maybe you like the sea at best. You've seen the sea and imagined the sea. You don't want to let the sea drown. That's it. Everyone is like this. Facing the sea, spring blossoms-Haizi from tomorrow, Be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and spring blossoms. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness told me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I also wish you a bright future. I wish you a lover will get married. I wish you happiness on earth. Gorky Haiyan > , "Watching the Sea" by Cao Cao.
6. Poems describing the sea
Poems describing the sea: the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time, you can't see how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven in looking at the moon and thinking of one far away by Tang Zhang Jiuling, and entering the ocean, never to return Tang Libai's trip to the sun and the moon, if it is included.
if the star is brilliant, it will come out of it. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" boat died, and Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life.
Song Sushi's "Linjiang Fairy" is a spring tide in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Tang Zhang Ruoxu's Moonlit Night on the Spring River, mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.
Tang Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Que Tower" ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. Wang Wan's poem "a mooring under north fort hill" in Tang Dynasty describes the mountain walking-Du Mu in Tang Dynasty went up to the cold mountain with an oblique stone path, and there were people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Antique-Li Bai went to Lianhua Mountain in the west and saw stars all the way. The hands of the hands of a white hibiscus, curl up into space.
Looking at Yue-Du Fu and what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak. Magic natural convergence of thousands of beautiful, the south of the mountains north of the separation between early morning and dusk.
colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye.. Try to ascend the mountain's crest: It dwarfs all peaks under our feet.
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.. (Du Fu: Looking at Yue) though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") Planting beans is at the foot of the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden") Go to Lianhua Mountain in the west and see the stars all the way.
when you hold hibiscus with a plain hand, you are too clear in vain (Li Bai; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Lu You's "Post-Red Cliff Fu" sunset outside the mountain, spring water crossing the border.
(a couplet) The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance. The high bluff on the high cliffs, as if there were a few thousands of feet, people trance thought that the galaxy from heaven to fall into the world.
(Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall") Hundreds of rivers are boiling, and the mountains are broken. The high valley is the shore, and the deep valley is the mausoleum.
(The Book of Songs) this river runs beyond heaven and earth, there are some mountains, but there are none. (Wang Wei's "The Han River is Flooding") Jin Tao Yuanming: Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Song Guo Xi: The spring mountain is as dull as a smile, the summer mountain is as green as a drop, the autumn mountain is as bright as makeup, and the winter mountain is as bleak as sleeping. Tang Sikong: Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but hates the sound of warblers like the old mountain. Song Su Shi: Looking across the ridge, it becomes a peak, and the distance is different.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am in this mountain. Tang Wang Wei: Jiang