2. Poems about Broad Sky
Poems about Broad Sky 1. Take a step back. Poems about Broad Sky
Broad Sky
Text/ Smile at the sky
I'm walking alone by the sea
No one can recognize who I am
I walk from the beach to the sea
I walk back to the beach from the sea
I write down your name on the beach
It's washed away by the tide again and again
including my long-lost footprints
Everything will be calm down < No matter how the tide rises or falls,
just turn around
or take a step back
and the sky will be vast, and it will be as calm as a beach without traces
2. Poems about the sea and the sky
About a sea shutter, cut one into strips.
blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky, holding a piece of blue.
The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." In February and August, the sun and sand are white.
I dug two holes in the beach. The sky is dead and the sea is foaming at the last.
On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin.
The seabird said, "The sea is dead." It's my wandering dream in this life, and it's a pain all my life.
when I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea.
Sunset lingers on the sea; There are waterfowl playing around. The waves gently tide, chasing my footprints again and again.
The kiss of the shell fell asleep round and round, and the eyes were wet with the tide. On the edge of the dream, who yearns for the breath of the sea, croons one after another.
On days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone in the sea on the reef.
rocks. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; You are infatuated, even if the knife cuts everywhere.
but in the end, I dare not look forward to the care of the sea. The reef is just the height away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply.
Your sad memories, thousands of lines of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze collides with thirst.
the chest of the sea is covered with layers of foam and little resentment. The ancient legend of sailing boat, surrounded by all directions, the fish were caught in a net.
but it is doomed to be unable to play all the sadness. Ai Nai's muffled sound pounded the sea's dream of spring again and again, making the sea lost again and again, looking back and sighing again and again.
The ship stands on the wave, the roaring sail has been pulled down long ago, and the rudder is sticking to the direction. What kind of heart is suspended in the air, and messy hair looks around everything.
in the years, sailboats have no shore. Some ups and downs, waving wildly.
a timid soul can't resist. Seagulls cheered for the sea, skimming the scars more than once.
peck away the ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gives the sea a solid chest.
I don't dare to dock easily. I can't look at all the storms so far, and my heartache is still blooming. Every hungry cry awakens the desire to sleep.
the fierce wind spread its wings. The baptism of the storm, the surging of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life.
Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry wanders in the vast sea. The beach is close to the beach and sits alone at dusk.
the sunset is full of rosy clouds. Give up the reason and let my heart refuse to miss in the humid air. I can't help crying.
On the other side of the sea, there was a faint heavy and muddy sound coming, which disappeared my route and made my way dull. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the vortex and involved in the bottom of the sea.
hold a beach of sand and pay homage. At first glance, piety and despair coexist.
The gesture of sand leaking from your fingers is like a deep past escaping from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable, and the pain is inevitable.
the bright moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight silvered on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips.
the moonlight drips slowly, and the pure voice deduces the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.
There is love hiding in a drifting bottle. Who deliberately exiled the will? I'm still restless when I'm empty I haven't been able to open that dusty hope for thousands of years from beginning to end.
I'm afraid those pink tears will die sadly in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.
Actually, I didn't mean to lock my heart and care about it. I have the witness of the burning of the old moon. In znets.
Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here has blown my whole soul nowhere to hide, shattered into bright waves, and floated into my mouth in the neon phantom with bitter salty taste. The pity of the sun is fleeting, and the skinny shoulders of the son who is hot on the sea, the gentle hands of the mother caress the children who have traveled thousands of miles, and whisper to sleep. The injured heartfish died at noon before sunrise, and the foam of the lonely beach kissed her naked body and ears. The only survivor of the summer disaster walked through the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered the bones of shells on the beach after looting. Dark blue blood flooded the whole sea. A bottle that survived drifted away and took away the nine-word love letter of the last ferryman. A flute blared ~ ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream. The huge water body was cold under the sun. At this time, there was no cloud in Wan Li. "Have you seen the sea"-HanDong. You've seen the sea, you've imagined the sea, and then you've seen it. That's it. You've seen the sea and imagined it, but you're not a sailor. That's it. You've imagined the sea. Maybe you like the sea at best. You've seen the sea and imagined the sea. You don't want to let the sea drown. That's it. Everyone is like this. Facing the sea, spring blossoms-Haizi from tomorrow, Be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and spring blossoms. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness told me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I also wish you a bright future. I wish you a lover will get married. I wish you happiness on earth. Through the curtain woven by drizzle, I saw the sky in July overflow with patches of sadness.
Missing is accompanied by the quiet blooming in the heart of the night, which can't erase the dusty dream of the cigarette lock. Hide the broken soul deeply.
However, I saw the crystal tears wet the pages of poems. My sky, my heart, would you like to hear a gust of wind, a blessing from heaven, a friendship from afar, a distance between hearts, and a distance beyond? I perceive the world, my sky, my paradise sky with my eyes. If only I were a pigeon, I could embrace the sky. Although birds can't leave traces in the sky, I like the blue sky ten years ago. The blue is still blue after ten years. It is a paradise that will not be lost by the years. The sky in March is a piece of illusory melancholy clouds. The weight of heavy and dark clouds is slowly gathering.
Poems about Broad Sky 1. Take a step back. Broad Sky related poems
Broad Sky
Text/ Smile at the sky
I'm walking alone by the sea
No one can recognize who I am
I walk from the beach to the sea
I walk back to the beach from the sea
I write down your name on the beach
It's washed away by the tide again and again
including my long-lost footprints
Everything will be calm down < No matter how the tide rises or falls
just turn around
or take a step back
and the sky will be vast
and calm as a beach without a trace
2. Poems related to the sky
Author of Lonely Sky: faint Xiang Mei always likes to stare at the sky when she is lonely, and that cloudy day is always depressing.
Sometimes a lone bird in the air will cause me to sing, and where the bird will eventually go, just like my mood, lonely and sad. The wind kept blowing, and the cold breath filled the air, making people feel helpless.
The sky is still so gloomy. When can there be warm sunshine? Just like my heart, I just feel cold. The bare trees in the distance are so listless and have no charm. They are so lonely and confused that they can only endure it quietly. The cruel winter and the alternation of the four seasons are silent, and so is life. People will sink with reality in this severe winter.
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3. Ask for a poem that is similar to "endure a wide sky for a while"
I have looked it up for a long time, and the phrase "endure a calm sky for a while and take a step back" has no special source, so it should be a well-established proverb. In some places, it is also called "endure a calm moment and take a step back."
this sentence is to persuade people to be patient. If everything goes to the extreme, they will often come to an impasse. If they make a little change, they will have unlimited vitality.
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