Poems about Shells 1. Ancient poems about Shells
Shells
The secrets of a hundred years have been hidden in the blue and boundless sea
All of them are hidden in that beautiful shell
After time's precipitation
The
inside was our first beauty
Actually
.
At first,
we all had a soft heart
and had no defense against the world
However,
one day,
we have to wrap ourselves in invulnerable armor
to resist all forces that may hurt us
-Mi Ziluo's Shell
2. Poems describing shells < E. Mandels-Tam (1891-1938), an important representative of the Akhmerga in Russia, is considered as one of the greatest Russian poets in the 2th century. His published poems include Rock, Melancholy, Poems, Notes on Moscow, Notes on Voronezh, etc.
Maybe it's not that you need me.
One night, from the abyss of the universe,
a shell without pearls,
I was thrown onto your shore.
You rub the foam indifferently and use the spray,
You only care about yourself and sing stubbornly,
But you will love, and you will evaluate
the lies that this useless shell told you.
You will cling to it, lie on your back on the beach,
You will still be wrapped in your original dress,
You will be connected with it, and it is difficult to part, and the loud bell played by the water waves.
So, a shell with a crisp outer wall,
just like a hut with an empty heart,
is filled by you, with a mumbling bubble bead,
with a light wind and a drizzle, With the fog of the sea ...
Shells
Carrying life and soul
Crawling from generation to generation
The black world has given me
Black depression
Because
the sun can't penetrate the boundless sea
The sun
My secret love
Do you know my secret love? > who knows
how I want to walk upright
2: a pale shell,
crying driven away by the sea breeze,
collapsing by water,
drifting for thousands of years,
on the east coast and tidal flat of the sea,
in the desolate desert and Shan Lan,
on the west coast of the sea.
You are cut into petals,
dressed as a long string of Elaine,
hung on the window sill as promised,
conveying lovers' feelings,
don't put it on the girl's hair knot,
save the thoughts of your whole life,
dancing with charming sadness, <
The sound of jade in the spring breeze night,
How many degrees of red edge have you conceived?
I wonder if it's the wind?
or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
hangs the expectation of life,
a sweet murmur of harmony,
a bloody love affair.
Staring at the hard skin,
The arc of historical vicissitudes,
The memory of the past is shallow,
It has peeled off layer by layer,
It has fallen into the sand and the lake,
It has spawned a new life,
It is said that it is romantic and eternal, and
Wandering is accompanied by dreams.
Grind you into a deformed shape,
Like the sharp teeth of wild people,
Fables are knotted one by one,
Selling charm in dancing,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Tempting you to gurgle,
In the night sky crossed by meteors and thunder,
3. Poems describing shells
Shells
Carrying life and soul
Crawling from generation to generation
The black world gives me
Black depression
Because
the sun can't penetrate the boundless sea
The sun
My unrequited love
. My mind
The world is in chaos
Who knows
How I want to walk upright
Blue shell
I found a blue shell in my mind
I heard a love song singing
You are mine and I am yours
Now who can remember
Sometimes a man is like a shell
Working hard.
Weakness is true
Half-cherished memories are intoxicating enough
I dialed the number that no longer responds
Are you all right? Dare to love
At the beginning, our naive idea of love was
like flowers blown away by the wind
A little regret was enough to make people hurt
Who is more stupid now or in the past
Do you miss me? Sand in my eyes
I thought my favorite would be the next shell
So you have been living in my heart
Love has gone far and suffered for a long time
There is a pearl-like luster left
4. Poems describing shells
1: Shell is O.E. Mandels-Tam (1891).
The published poems include Rock, Melancholy, Poems, Notes on Moscow, Notes on Voronezh, etc. Perhaps, it's not that you need me. One night, from the abyss of the universe, a shell without pearls, I was thrown onto your shore.
You rub the foam indifferently and use the spray. You only care about yourself and sing stubbornly, but you will love it, and you will evaluate the lies that this useless shell told you. You will cling to it, lie on your back on the beach, still wrapped in your original dress, and you will be connected with it, and it is difficult to part, and the loud bell played by the water waves.
So, a shell with a crisp outer wall, just like a hut with an empty heart, is filled with you, with mumbling beads, with breeze and drizzle. With the fog of the sea ... the shell bears life and the soul crawls from generation to generation. The black world gives me black depression because the sun can't penetrate the boundless sea and the sun. My secret love, do you know? The boiling sea is tormenting my ideological world. Who knows how I want to walk upright? 2. A pale shell, driven away by the sea breeze, crying, collapsed by the water, drifting for thousands of years, on the east coast of the sea and beaches, in the desolate. You are cut into petals, dressed as a long string of Elaine, hanging on the window lattice as promised, conveying the feelings of lovers. Don't put it on the girl's hair knot, save the thoughts of your life, and the tears will cut through the curtains.
with the sound of jade in the spring breeze night, how many degrees of red edge have you conceived? I wonder if it's the feelings of the wind? Or are you dreaming? On the erratic petals, there is an expectation of life, a sweet and harmonious impact, and a bleeding love. Staring at the hard skin, the arc of historical vicissitudes, the memory of the past is shallow, peeling off layer by layer, falling on the sediment and the lake, and breeding new life, reincarnation and unswerving talk about romantic affairs, drifting with dreams.
Grind you into a deformed shape, like the sharp teeth of wild people, with fables one by one, selling charm in dance, moonlight and stars like bonfires, tempting you to gurgle, and you are intoxicated again in the night sky crossed by meteors and thunder.
5. The ancient poem about "shells"
Looking at the South of the Yangtze River is silent, diving with the wind at night.
Pear blossoms are a little white with rain, and begonia has two blushes. In the spring scenery.
A branch of Eye-catching is folded into a poem chapter, and the ink * * * screens the plum fragrance. Every word is a pearl, and the flowers are scarlet, which is sprinkled with the wind.
Liu Yan also likes to be charming and carefree. Fish sink and geese fall, flowers blush and the moon closes, and this life is not wasted.
"Lotus in the Rain" The fields are green with pearls and rain, graceful and graceful. A wisp of fragrance sends a breeze, and a delicate poem is freehand.
"Looking at the Tide of the Sea" is famous in Qilu, especially in Jiaodong, and the island city has been prosperous since ancient times. Bowo Changhong, foot of Laoshan Mountain, 1, manufacturers in the West Sea.
Poems about Shells: The modern poem "Shells" is the son of the sea-soaked in salt water, the crystallization of the sea-washed and practiced in the waves. The weak body bears the burden of hard shell, and the slender steps depict the shortness of life.
what is annoying is left in the sea, and what is pleasing is left in the world. The proud sea is calling, and the beautiful shops are more full.
friends take you as a souvenir of friendship, and lovers proudly hang you on their chests. I have never lingered by the sea, and I have never been destined for the sea.
Counting the fantastic treasures, the goddess of love echoed on the edge of the sea. "Shell" Time is like the sea. It can give, create and perfect life, and it can also be deprived. But time proves beauty. It is the product of time. Dancing under the sunshine is the creator's most wonderful work. It is such a young shell that is covered by the shadow of ignorance. Its body is covered with mottled lines, which are dim, strange and so ordinary. Forgotten, but time has witnessed its growth, and it has always remembered the record of time. It is such a shell that has been abandoned for years. The sea can give you everything except wisdom. The sea can deprive you of everything except time, because wisdom and time construct vicissitudes of life.
6. Poems about shells
I am a small shell swimming and swimming to the desert on your shore. I don't know what you are thinking. I smiled with my right cheek. You looked at the sea. I was a small shell swimming and swimming to the desert on your shore. I just wanted you to pick me up, take me home and put it on your pillow to tell you the story of the sea, and sing you a lotus leaf. Shell-shallow sin
white lotus leaf shell
Maybe we should only give you half
or we should
go boating on the sea
gently put it in the center of the ocean
white lotus leaf shell
It is best to come from the deep sea
. I still want to go back to
the deep sea
my shell
the distant seaside
the first quiet and beautiful
even if the tourists have a quiet and carefree day
what a gentle encounter
my shell
is peaceful and serene
even if it goes back and forth. More than ten years later,
the smooth lines of birds flying across the sky
the bits and pieces of the season
my shell
my gentle shell
I found
its former life
its present body
7. Poems about shells.
A pale shell,
Wandering for thousands of years,
on the east coast of the sea and beaches,
in desolate deserts and Shan Lan,
on the west coast of the sea and hot beaches,
lonely and miserable.
You are cut into petals,
dressed as a long string of Elaine,
hung on the window sill as promised,
conveying lovers' feelings,
don't put it on the girl's hair knot,
save the thoughts of your whole life,
dancing with charming sadness, <
The sound of jade in the spring breeze night,
How many degrees of red edge have you conceived?
I wonder if it's the wind?
or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
hangs the expectation of life,
a sweet murmur of harmony,
a bloody love affair.
Staring at the hard skin,
The arc of historical vicissitudes,
The memory of the past is shallow,
It has peeled off layer by layer,
It has fallen into the sand and the lake,
It has spawned a new life,
It is said that it is romantic and eternal, and
Wandering is accompanied by dreams.
Grind you into a deformed shape,
Like the sharp teeth of wild people,
Fables are knotted one by one,
Selling charm in dancing,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Tempting you to gurgle,
In the night sky crossed by meteors and thunder,