Poetry describing the ocean

Bai's poems describing the sea are:

There, the sea was floating in the sky, and Fa Zhou Du Qing died.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

Zhimingyue was born on the sea, while Tianya Island was in * * *.

When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm The scale interface is neither small nor big, so there are ups and downs.

A rain across two continents, the waves washed the world into the East.

Sea: Ocean. In fact, there are some differences between the sea and the ocean. The difference between ocean and ocean: the vast ocean, from blue to green, is beautiful and spectacular. The ocean at the edge of the ocean is an accessory part of the ocean. The area of the sea accounts for about 1 1% of the ocean, and the water depth of the sea is relatively shallow, with an average depth of several meters to 43 kilometers. The sea is close to the mainland and is influenced by the mainland, rivers, climate and seasons. The temperature, salinity, color and transparency of seawater are all affected by land and have obvious changes.

The full text of the above poem is as follows:

(1) Qian Qi sends monks to Japan.

You can come to China whenever you have the opportunity; The road is foggy and the ship is sailing in a dream. Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou. The mood is quiet, and everything is as unreal as water and moon; The inner government of Shiguo will come out to listen to your chanting. The most lovely thing is that there is a Buddha lamp that illuminates the soul; Sailing in Wan Li, your eyes are always bright.

(2) a berth under Beibao Mountain and Wang Wan.

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

(3) "Looking Back at the Moon" Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. 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.

(4) Bai Juyi, the screen of the chart.

When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm The scale interface is neither small nor big, so there are ups and downs. Abrupt seabed aojiang, the first crown of the Three Gods Mountain. If you can't make a fishing net, you won't come for an autumn. Or bite off more than one can chew. If you can't move, you'll never sink the hook. When one jaw is closed, all the jaws will turn around. Bai Tao gasped around his throat with black waves. The wind blows Fei Lian, while the drum waves anger the marquis of Yang. Whales and salamanders are ready to swallow the boat with their mouths open. There is no live scale in Wan Li, and many rivers flow backwards. Then make Jianghan water, and the ancestral meaning will also rest. On the pale screen, this painting has a good reason.