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.
The chord of that touching wave
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.