The boundless sea and sky are sparkling with beauty.
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Tide, wave, ebb tide, river tide, night tide, tidal sound.
Wind, tsunami, water, sky, waves, sea waves, rocks, waves, sea waves, rushing and rolling, thundering, roaring and boiling waves sound like a golden drum.
The waves fly like mountains, the teeth rush, the roar is like thunder, and the air is like drizzle.
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The tide, like a stormtrooper, screamed and shouted and rushed desperately to the beach.
The tide is several feet high and rushes in.
The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery.
The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams.
The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm.
Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic.
The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.
Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy.
The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment.
That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow.
The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.
When the sea ebbed, it turned back as if it had lost the battle.
The main body of a poem describing the coastline:
The first article: "Good Poetry"
A bunch of flowers/bright moon sends acacia.
Green clothes are on the branches of willows, caressing the ripples leisurely.
When are the flowers full of fragrance? The leading edge is green and smoky.
Wave in the core, angry bees and butterflies, dancing over the fragrant muscles.
The green window is red and the spring is short.
Fear is both stormy and snowy.
The harp is faint, the screen plays with tears, and the moon sends acacia.
Singing Narcissus-Wordsworth
Wordsworth translated by Gu
I am like a lonely cloud,
Floating high above the valley,
Suddenly I saw a big piece of flowers,
Golden daffodils are blooming everywhere.
They are open by the lake and under the trees.
They danced and floated in the wind.
They are as dense as the stars in the Milky Way,
Shining like a star;
They extend forward along the bay,
The road to the distance seems endless;
At first glance, there are many flowers,
How happily Wan Hua shook his head and danced.