Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! This is the last time you roll up blue waves in front of my eyes.
Shining with beautiful light. This seems to be a friend's melancholy complaint, as if it were his parting phone call,
For the last time, I'm listening to your sad voice, your calling voice. 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 and congratulate you with carnival feelings, so that my poems could run far along your waves, but I failed to do so!
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 the silent desert.
2. Poetry of Water-Zhou Ying
How the Yellow River water flows out of heaven.
The general went to the East to wave goodbye to romantic figures of all times.
Hongliuli
But I don't know a ditch of desperate stagnant water
The ancient absurdity enjoyed a fish trip.
Li Bai's Yellow River and Su Shi's Yangtze River smell a stagnant water.
The logic of teasing
Because it is water, it is not afraid of flooding!
There is no revisiting Dongting Lake in Nv Ying in modern times.
Rain clouds in Wushan, Yao Ji
But it also belongs to the breadth of the Han dynasty, beyond imagination.
Far from the so-called Iraqis on the water side.
Leisure of water, lack of water
The water of life of poetry!
The charm of the Six Dynasties
Chengjiang is quiet as practice, and the rest of the clouds become beautiful.
Exquisiteness of Shuijing in Tang Dynasty
Taojingxi, the perch is fully grown.
Cui Ning Bi Bo ...
Thousands of years have passed, and Mrs. Xiang Jun is singing and dancing wildly.
Buried flexor's chest like a sunset.
Only the white clouds and yellow cranes in Chutian flow eastward!
Poetry of water
Did not follow the western philosophers back to Socrates' philosophy.
Did not create the pre-myth of Homer's epic.
And there are ripples!
Water is passive, no flow, no exit;
Poetry is tangible and rhythmic!
Even if it is like a ditch of stagnant water.
When stagnant water dies, it will be regenerated in large quantities;
A turbulent stream,
The vast sea mouth!
3. Xiaohe-Zhuxiang
Baiyun is my hometown, and Songgai is my roof. Parents, underground, my brother and sister and I flowed into the plain, a distant place.
I crossed the broad white sand beach and the farmers with hoes on the bamboo bridge; I am flowing under the cliff, and he is listening to me play the piano in the secluded stream.
Sometimes when I slowly flow, I have a different kind of mirror. The canoe is a peach-colored swimming cloud, and the canoe is a small fish.
Sometimes I flow fast, and then I sing happily. People hear my walking beads and people see my undulating chest waves.
I am not afraid of hot and dry under the scorching sun: Liu Yin's green curtain is on my head; I am not lonely in the wilderness: the songs of orioles are blowing in my ears.
I opened the white quilt made of fog and put on red clothes. Sometimes, a breeze blows and tulle clothes shine like curtains.
I sometimes dream of heaven, accompanied by my sister's loneliness; I have a crystal boat to absorb my boiling love tide.
Caomei lowered her head and whispered, "Xifeng has sent a beaded dress." On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, Lin Hua sang praises to the beauty of my clothes.
Why is Sister Wei short? Yi leaned down and told me that I would come back in spring. What can I repay? Give Iraq a bright green new dress.
The willow is blowing gently, and I look at the sky under the green gauze: clear blue sea without waves, floating on the abrupt iceberg.
Brother Yan said goodbye in a hurry in the west wind, and the afterlife could not stop Sister Liu's death. How many gray hairs are left?-Yun 'an. I sent it to the south for Iraq.
I have experienced four seasons. I am tired and all my friends have withered. My loving mother pitied me, and I slept in my arms.
4. The secret language of this lake. Become a butterfly factor
Be a tree around you.
Watch the tranquility of virgins.
I'm afraid of your soft shadow
Afraid of your beautiful perfume.
Afraid of your slight wind whisper.
Afraid of the sunshine in your waves.
Don't ask. Why not ask?
Afraid to look at your shadow and hesitate
Afraid of getting drunk in your beautiful perfume
Afraid to tremble in your brilliant waves
I'm afraid you'll grab my soul and say
No, no, no, no.
I have flown over your shadow at night,
People's jealousy and slander, hatred and harm to people,
All kinds of uneasiness that people mistakenly call joy.
Can no longer touch me and bring me pain!
-Introduction Inscription (Shelley)
Hello, sweet and clear water!
From the day you were born, you seemed
Poet's sublimity, sage's wisdom.
Have a heart that refuses kitsch and flattery.
live in the world
As a philosopher, you have your own unique.
Philosophy of existence-indifference and tranquility
Unlike the grandiose world, it pursues interests and vanity.
Nor is he as obsessed with nobility and wealth as that sycophantic little man.
Never. You just gave it without asking.
With your body and kindness, you support other lives.
I thought my life was so calm and peaceful.
But the arrogant enemy-stubborn stone,
But jealous of your talent and nobility
Sent the most vicious attack and slander to you!
For a time, rumors spread everywhere; flat
Just hyacinthus orientalis was deceived by stubborn stones!
What pure water, hyacinthus orientalis East. Who were you?
The most trusted friend, facing the stone's slander on you.
Also bowed the head of justice-silence!
Endure this insult, but in the name of dignity.
Chose tolerance-
Tolerate the slander and slander of stubborn stone.
Hyacinthus orientalis's Weakness, Preference and Silence
This war of dignity and shame!
Great water, please tell me.
What kind of love and kindness do you have?
Tolerate and forgive the prejudice and harm of the enemy.
How gentle is it?
Instantly resolve all the commotion and waves.
At the moment when the rock sank to the bottom.
I heard its desperate screams.
How can it think: its arrogance and toughness
I lost to your kindness and softness!
Rot, let that arrogant stone
In your gentle and kind heart
Rotten!
Even if it is a waste,
Thousands of years later
Into a piece of earth for the world to use.
Never again-
Harm the world
5. Liuliang Primary School-Sheng Xiaohong
Quiet running water.
Wipe away the last ray of sunshine
Wavy
The night is getting darker than ink.
In the dark, the harbor is charming and gentle.
Attract every night light.
When the last lamp is picked by the starlight.
Whose sigh is so sad
Two thousand years later, it still lingers.
How many awls are there?
Midnight still stings the light of exploration.
Running water, like a white pony, rushes to a gust of wind.
The ship and the coast sleep in dreams deeper than night.
The flowers of dreams are taken away by running water, just like
Take away the stars all over the sky
The water flows quietly to the dawn.
Install the sun on every window.
The cock of the Western Jin Dynasty on the shore rang a thousand times.
But who has seen dancers?