Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
Care about food and vegetables from tomorrow.
I have a house.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Correspond with every relative from tomorrow.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you the same.
I wish you a bright future
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I just want to face the sea in spring.
2. A sad and beautiful sentence about the sea 1. When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation? 2. Love, but don't let love be a bondage: let it be a surging sea, with your soul on both sides.
Sometimes, when you sing hard towards the sea, the sea is still as calm as water, which is also a kind of self-righteous sadness. After the rain cleared, the rainbow also showed a gorgeous smiling face. Why did my heart disappear in the sky and the sea with the rain? We all yearn for the magnificent sea, and only when we walk in will we know that it is made up of countless sunken ships.
6. Sailing at sea, there is no ship without it; Life travels without a broken heart. 7. Memories are like an endless sea. There is no bright exit, only aimless ups and downs.
8. I stood in front of the sea facing the sunrise and said to myself, if time can't go back, let it all go with the wind! 9. When fireworks fly, flames fall into the sea. Forgetting, like memory, is the best gift for each other.
10. Life is like crossing the sea, and we are gathered in a small boat. When we died, we went to the other side and went to a different world.
The sea is the clearest and warmest tear on the earth. 12. After living to the age of 30 and seeing many oceans all over the world, I know that this is no longer my father's promise and my childhood dream.
The beauty of the sea is more like a realistic version of a dream. If you jump in, you will sink to the bottom of the sea.
3. Poems about the sea
1. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Zhang Tang jiuling
2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?
4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.
6. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light!
There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... sail.
7. Ah, the sea-how kind and lovely you are-Emily Dickinson's blue ocean.
8. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao's ocean view
4. Poetry about the sea: The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Wharf" One day I'm going to ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
-Li Bai's It's Hard to Go ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" was once difficult for water, and it was amber forever.
-Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" Have you ever seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? -Li Bai's Into the Wine 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Tang, 902. There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Tang Qianqi 3. You can't see how the water of the Yellow River leaves heaven and enters the ocean, never to return. Tang Li Bai 4. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are bleak and condensed. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside. The flat sand is endless and yellow. Tang Censhen 6. Blue. There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? Mountains and islands stand tall.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao's works: Looking at the sea to the east is Jieshi, so that we can see the sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Author: Shu Ting's works: To the sea (sunrise at sea) How many heroes are sincerely impressed by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on the cliffs, how many footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, how many times the sails raised are secretly buried by the waves, and there have been curses, lamentations and praises. There used to be a brilliant sea-a changing life-a turbulent ocean. Where is the hole dug in childhood? Where are the traces of first love side by side? The sea, even if your waves can wash away your memories, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of sinking and the awakening. From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. I also hope you have a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be happy in this world. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms. This is the last time you appeared in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. Like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I heard your sad voice and your calling voice for the last time.
You are the desire in my heart! I often wander around your shore silently and blankly, because of that secret wish, I feel distressed and heartbroken! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, your deep voice, the silence of dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, fly bravely between the waves; But when you get out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely shore forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far along your waves, but I couldn't! You wait, you call … and I am bound; My inner struggle is completely futile: I was fascinated by a strong passion and left me on your shore ... what's so pathetic? Where is the carefree path I am going to run to now? In your desert, one thing shocked my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb ... There, immersed in the cold sleep are some solemn memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm, another genius flew away from us. He is another monarch in our mind. The singer who cried for the God of Freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world.
Cloudy and noisy, stir up: Oh, the sea, he once sang about you. Your image is reflected in him, and he is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep, and like you, nothing can make him submit.
The world is empty, ocean, where do you want me to take you? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder in a long, long dusk.
My heart is full of you. I want to take your cliff, your bay, your flash, your shadow and whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert.