A heart eager to sail.
Made me a sailor.
There are traces of my sweat on the deck
Standing against the wind, the sound of the waves is the footsteps of the years.
Look into the distance
This is a picture of Yunzheng and Xia Wei.
The red sun locked the lighthouse.
a ship of great bulk
Show the courage and dignity to sail through the waves.
I understand the mission of sailors.
Know more about sailors' feelings
There is no terror in the huge waves.
I miss my hometown when I am downwind.
changing
Translate fairy tales on the journey
Xia Ju Fei Xia
Can't stop the sailor's yearning for the horizon.
whistling
Render a day like a song
The partners bowed under the national flag.
As if writing a magnificent poem.
There are no exotic flowers and grasses on the deck.
It's not as good as The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.
But it has a shocking peak.
And the moving waves.
Oh, I'm a sailor.
Firm and decisive
Healthy and strong
Tall and strong
Oh, I'm a sailor.
stubborn
struggle
Advance with indomitable will
Oh, I'm a sailor.
Dream around the journey
Soul system Haitian
A sailor who knows the sea (prose poem)
You, standing silently on the deck in the wind, look deeply at the misty lips where the sky meets the sea. There, a round is slowly waking up as soon as possible, shining your fleet as vast as an array with tender red eyes, and embarking on a journey with the sonorous cries and roars of 27,000 warriors. Thus, the tide that has been silent for thousands of years stirred up the waves of civilization for the first time, and the sea accepted the first sailor on the blue planet with her loving mind.
Since then, your name has crossed the vast space and time, echoing in the ears of the world. The island heard it, and so did the reef. This is a name that originated from a great country, a tenacious name to conquer nature, a name to spread love and faith, and a name to make the nation under the new moon boil forever. ...
Come back, sailor who knows the sea! Guess how many followers look back at the wind, kiss the tide and follow your golden mast shadow to break the waves when you proudly connect the dream of a powerful country spanning six centuries with more than 100 routes! They want to watch you get involved in other outrageous things, watch you relax day and night, watch you spread silk into the ocean current, and watch you roll up a red-hot Chinese knot between Liujiagang and the Red Sea with the giant's arm!
The fleet is still moving forward. The salty sea breeze caresses your sunken eyes. Oh, it's nearby! Come closer. Through the lush fog, you seem to see people waiting for you at the seaside-children and old people, who also have sunken eyes, staring, staring, and gradually shed tears eager to convert. ...
Six hundred years! The years are beating with a strong heartbeat in the turbulent sea. You stand proudly in the vast sky, roaring and rolling in the whale waves in Wan Li with the innate tolerance and generosity in your blood and the lofty sentiments behind your awe-inspiring robes. This fleet, bearing the majestic power of a big country, sails for the vast sea and the unknown future.
Six hundred years! The porcelain of suffering may have faded, and the bell of Yongle seems to have long gone. However, the vastness of a door and the dignity of a monument still inspire blood, just like the burning dawn on the mast, rising from your broad forehead!
Go home, you sailor who knows the sea! Let the echo of ten thousand people hitting the water ponder and roar in the chest of the residual heat of the sea, and continue to chase your pentium journey ...
You are a monument in the ocean. You stand in the vast ocean and the people are proud of you. Looking at the boundless ocean, your tall figure is everywhere. You are human. Why don't you live on land? Just because of exploring the mystery of the ocean, a belief in my heart.
Hope (Ai Qing)
A sailor said that what he likes best is the white spray caused by anchoring ... A sailor said that what makes him most happy is the sound of the chain when anchoring. ...
Looking forward to leaving
Hope of arrival
This poem, in simple language, expresses the sailors' hopes for departure and return.
I have been an ocean-going sailor at sea for a long time. I understand my homesickness day and night.
Every time I break down, I mean the route home is closer. Every time I anchor, I hope it is a course to go home.
This is my personal understanding. Maybe the anchor in Ai Qing's poem is sailing.
2. A word to describe a fishing boat 1 There is a boat lying on the river bank, a small fishing boat that has gone through many hardships.
It was so shabby that even the cleverest carpenter shook his head and frowned. It is lying quietly. It is too tired and needs a long rest and renovation.
It is old, and it has exhausted all its strength, as if a gust of wind could blow its bones away. During the day, it stares into space and recalls the days of wandering.
It accompanied its master and sowed one hope after another. My hometown is by the sea, which is a beautiful seaside city.
Of course, this beauty cannot be separated from the sea, fishing boats, fishing nets and hardworking, simple and brave fishermen. When the sail climbed the mast, when the crew stepped on the deck in a hurry and full of energy, when seagulls made cheerful calls in the sky, we listened to the loud whistle.
A fishing boat is about to go out to sea, and the crew on board are waving goodbye to their loved ones, expecting the fishing boat to return with full load. Fishing boats return to Hong Kong not only because of the flood season, but also because of shelter from the wind. Of course, fishermen miss their families and their wives can come back at any time. Another reason is to supply fishing boats.
Mending the net is a long-term thing. There are often fishing nets on the road near the fishing port.
As a result, grass-blue or sauce-red nets were spread out on the roadside, and fishermen sat on small stools with towels on their heads, and Thoreau shuttled through the mesh, decorating the long fishing port with thick fisherman's customs. The fourth sentence, a small fishing boat used to carry expectations and gains; It once carried fantasy and happiness.
At this time, the round sun is marching between the waves. Its face unconsciously turns from red to white, and then from white to red.
Because the sun saw the successful fishing boats. Too small and selfish by comparison.
It overprotects itself and dresses itself up as a ball in order not to sink in the wind and waves. It thinks too much about itself and dresses itself up as a closed ball in order not to carry anything.
I clearly remember that day when I stood on the dilapidated stone bridge and looked down, but now I think it has a vicissitudes of beauty. I want to embellish it, but I think it disturbs its beauty. Let's call it a "fishing boat docked on the beach." Perhaps it is not the scenery that is down and out or vicissitudes, but the mood at the moment, the quiet depression.
Fishing port is a nest for fishing boats to sleep and a post for fishermen to go home. Where is the course of the returning fishing boat? Nature is a fishing port.
Fishing port is the accommodation for fishing boats sailing all the way. Just like a person's journey is hard, home is home.
The early fishing port was relatively simple, so a stone dam was built in a narrow harbor, and several square stones were erected on the dam as cable piles. At that time, the fishing port not only berthed ships, but also sold fishing goods.
The smell of fish is strong, and the smell of fishing port fluctuates like waves. The seventh sentence is completely different from the life of farmers who work at sunrise and return at sunset. The life of fishermen has seasonal changes.
Whenever fishing is closed, there is a big fishing net on the road by the sea, surrounded by many people. There are men, women, old people and young people. They spread out their fishing nets and sat on a small bench to mend them.
They are sweating profusely, and their skillful skills are dizzying, adding a new labor movement to the beautiful harbor. After the fishing moratorium, the fishermen bathed in the morning sunshine and set sail confidently with laughter.
The white sails of fishing boats in the distance are also dyed red by the rising sun, fluttering like huge red silk. When the morning glow dyed the river red, pieces of white sails floated from the faint morning fog, and the colorful river suddenly seemed to bloom in Bai Lianhua.
Fishing boats all raise their white sails and pull up their nets, like white butterflies flying in droves. The waves gently beat against the bow and side of the ship, and the hull was slightly sideways. When sliding forward, it is as light as a swallow skimming over the water.
I was crazy about fishing boats in my hometown during the tide-watching days at the seaside. I don't know when the fishing boat floated from the upstream. When I found it, it had been in this repulse bay for many days.
It lies at the water's edge, reflected in the water by the flashing fishing fire, ups and downs in the misty fog, so lonely and ups and downs with the waves. When there are water and fishing boats at night, there will naturally be a daydream of "fishing and sleeping in the cold night".
However, whether there is a moonlit night or not, the flickering fishing fire scatters a little silver light on the river through the sparse canopy. ... sentence 10 The wind is blowing, the waves are rolling and the howling wind echoes in the fishing port.
The fishing port opened its arms and hastily accepted fishing boats. Those fishing boats, however, are still majestic. The sound of the machines is rumbling, tight and fierce, and the roar of the wind is drowned out.
It was not until the anchor was down and the pile was finished that it was put down and let the wind and waves beat it. When all the fishing boats returned to Hong Kong at the same time, the fishing port became crowded and they had to be allowed to berth irregularly.
As long as the fishing boat is safe, the fishing port will be at ease. At night, the fishing port is brightly lit.
That light doesn't work, which is a sign that fishing boats are free. However, the lights of fishing boats in the whole fishing port are connected together, but it depicts a scene of fading lights, and the fishing port presents a prosperous state in peace.
Bright lights reflect the sparkling fishing port, and fishing boats rest quietly in the embrace of the fishing port. These scattered silver lights, accompanied by some feelings, often ripple in a corner of my heart, silently.
The silence in my memory should be the feeling of sitting at the bow and staring at the surging river flowing eastward. On the silent river, barren hay and some rotten branches and leaves drift with the tide. Occasionally, I will see the greenery passing by. Before I could think about anything, I watched the green fade away in the ups and downs.
Just like some people and things, they gradually fade from sight or memory. The sentence 12 is a boat paradise in Poyang Lake, and the shore of Poyang Lake is my hometown.
Suffering from the frost on the lake, I am used to watching the waves on the lake. Idle boats go out to cast nets, and the fields are busy in farming time.
Fishery farming is right, fishermen live a well-off life. Poyang Lake is a paradise for ships, and the bank of Poyang Lake is my hometown.
The contribution of the chairman is higher than that of the mountain, and the kindness of the party is longer than that of Jiang. Early in the morning, the boat went to cast a net, and in the evening, it returned with a full load.
Fishing boats set sail to get rich.