What are the poems describing swimming?

Beside the railway, Wang Yang is on the water.

Harmony in depth, life is just as well.

Where I am gay, I walk hand in hand.

After dinner, swim.

In early July, I revisited Beihai. At that time, the blue waves were vast and the wind loved tourists. A few days later, the tide began to rise, and then the waves surged, and many tourists were fearless and frolicking in the tide.

Is it a pleasure to watch the tide at the seaside? It's like hitting water for three thousand miles.

Free and unfettered prancing on the rolling waves, I admire Ling Bo's tiny steps most.

Wandering on the sea is the master's ups and downs, and the waves are lonely.

When can I borrow Ruyi Needle?

And longitudinal Wang Yang fled xing life, several times a lofty sentiments.

Who joined the tide, suddenly screamed, so the old friend replied today.