One night, from the abyss of the universe,
A shell without pearls,
I was thrown to your shore.
You rub foam carelessly, use spray,
You only care about yourself and sing stubbornly.
But you will love and you will judge.
This useless shell tells you lies.
You will catch it and lie on your back on the beach.
You're still wrapped in your old skirt,
You'll be connected to it, and it's hard to tell it apart.
The loud bells of water waves.
So, a shell with a brittle outer wall,
It's like an empty cabin.
Full of you, with mumbling bubbles,
With the breeze, with the drizzle, with the sea fog ...
2. Poems describing shells 1: shells
Shell is a poem written by O.E. Mandels-Tam (189 1- 1938). He is an important representative of Ahmedaka School in Russia and is considered as one of the greatest Russian poets in the 20th century. His published poems include Rock, Melancholy, Poems, Notes on Moscow, Notes on Voronezh, etc.
Maybe you don't need me,
One night, from the abyss of the universe,
A shell without pearls,
I was thrown to your shore.
You rub foam carelessly, use spray,
You only care about yourself and sing stubbornly.
But you will love and you will judge.
This useless shell tells you lies.
You will catch it and lie on your back on the beach.
You're still wrapped in your old skirt,
You will be connected with it, and it is hard to separate, and there are loud bells playing with water waves.
So, a shell with a brittle outer wall,
It's like an empty cabin,
Full of you, with mumbling bubbles,
With the breeze, with the drizzle, with the sea fog ...
shell
Take on life and soul
Generation after generation
crawl
The black world gave it to me
Black depression
because
Sunlight cannot penetrate the vast sea.
sun
My secret lover.
Do you know my secret love?
The boiling sea torments my thoughts.
The world is in chaos.
Heaven/God knows
How I want to walk upright.
Two: pale shell,
Crying is driven away by the sea breeze,
Flooded collapse,
Wandering for thousands of years,
On the seashore and beach on the east coast,
In the desolate desert and Shan Lan,
On the west coast and burning beaches,
Lonely and sad.
You were cut into petals,
Wearing a long line of Elaine,
Hanging on the window lattice,
Convey the feelings of lovers,
Don't put it in the girl's bun,
Save a lifetime of thoughts,
Charming and sad,
Tears cut the curtain.
The sound of jade in the spring breeze at night,
How many degrees of red border have you imagined?
I wonder if it's the feeling of the wind?
Or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
Hanging a life expectation,
The sweet whisper of harmony and collision,
Bloody love.
Staring at hard skin,
The arc of historical change,
Memories of the past are shallow,
It peels off layer by layer,
Fell into mud and lakes,
Reproduce the new life of pearls,
Reincarnation and persistent talk about romance,
Wandering with dreams.
Crush you into a deformity,
Like savage sharp teeth,
One fable after another,
Selling desire in dance,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Lure you into talking,
In the night sky where meteors and thunder cross,
You are drunk again.
3. Ancient Poems about Shells Shells
A century-old secret is hidden in the boundless blue sea.
Are hidden in that beautiful shell.
After a period of precipitation
inside
Is our first beauty.
in fact
The formation process of each shell
Isn't it a teenager who has experienced the forging process of time?
initial
We all have a soft heart.
Unprepared for the world.
however
Finally, one day.
Wrap yourself in invulnerable armor
Resist all forces that may hurt us.
-Mi Ziluo's shell
4. Poems describing shells, shells
Take on life and soul
Generation after generation
crawl
The black world gave it to me
Black depression
because
Sunlight cannot penetrate the vast sea.
sun
My secret lover.
Do you know my secret love?
The boiling sea torments my thoughts.
The world is in chaos.
Heaven/God knows
How I want to walk upright.
Blue shell
Pick up the blue shells in my mind.
I heard a love song sing like this.
You are mine and I am yours.
Who remembers now?
Sometimes a person is like a shell.
Try to find a new lover to forget the old one.
Laughter is fake, and strength is fake.
It is a fact that weaknesses are hidden.
The memory of half pregnancy is enough to make people intoxicated.
I dialed a number that no longer answered.
Are you okay? Dare you love?
At first, our naive idea of love.
Like a flower blown by the wind
A little regret can hurt people.
Who is more stupid now or in the past?
Do you miss me? Dare to dream.
Time has smoothed away what you and I didn't say.
Grind your eyes into sand.
I thought my favorite was the next shell.
So you have been living in my heart.
Love has gone far, and pain has endured for a long time.
Leave a pearly luster
5. What poems describe "conch"? 1. "Wangdongting"
Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
2. "Liang Zhu Jing Kou to Home"
Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Spring is more beautiful after the rain. Only by leaving people can hatred be washed away. Beigushan is surrounded by water on three sides. Biqiong combs her hair in a green bun.
Wan Li got a rural book. Ask me which year, no problem. White heads are drunk for spring. Answer straight shed a thousand tears.
3. Poem of Dongting Lake on Tijunshan Mountain
Tao Yong in Tang Dynasty
Xiangshan reflects to the sky, clear water and green mountains, a set of sky.
Maybe Xiang Jun came to wash, and Junshan looked at the mirror face to face.
4. "Partridge, riding on the Liu Lan, standing on the frequency"
Shi Dazu in Song Dynasty
The willow fence leans against the frequency, and the apricot curtain embroiders the bed in Hu Die as spring. Ten years of tears, a few spots of snail incense wall dust.
Outside the flute, there are clouds in the dream, and the Chu hall in the Qin building is pitiful. All new worries are romantic, and I hate Yuanyang and don't miss people.
5. "Meeting you, little shirt, light"
Zhou Zhilian in Qing Dynasty
The little girl's shirt is light and her hair is like a snail. When she sleeps, she calls her mother's comb, not a bun.
Heart things, the prospect of spring, boredom, playing a bunch of leisure and parting to teach Ying Ge.
6. Poems about shells. Pale shell,
Crying is driven away by the sea breeze,
Flooded collapse,
Wandering for thousands of years,
On the seashore and beach on the east coast,
In the desolate desert and Shan Lan,
On the west coast and burning beaches,
Lonely and sad.
You were cut into petals,
Wearing a long line of Elaine,
Hanging on the window lattice,
Convey the feelings of lovers,
Don't put it in the girl's bun,
Save a lifetime of thoughts,
Charming and sad,
Tears cut the curtain.
The sound of jade in the spring breeze at night,
How many degrees of red border have you imagined?
I wonder if it's the feeling of the wind?
Or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
Hanging a life expectation,
The sweet whisper of harmony and collision,
Bloody love.
Staring at hard skin,
The arc of historical change,
Memories of the past are shallow,
It peels off layer by layer,
Fell into mud and lakes,
Reproduce the new life of pearls,
Reincarnation and persistent talk about romance,
Wandering with dreams.
Crush you into a deformity,
Like savage sharp teeth,
One fable after another,
Selling desire in dance,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Lure you into talking,
In the night sky where meteors and thunder cross,
You are drunk again.
7. ode to shells: shells
Author: Qingtian Jian
You're just from the ocean music spectrum
A note.
I know
You danced for a long time.
When your edges and corners
Polished by seawater
You must touch the beach.
Vaguely
Tell one's story
Write a poem
Reluctantly handed it over to Beach Press.
Every word
It's amazing.
Chapter 2: Shells
shell
Author: temporary sail cap
Time is like the sea, it has no boundary.
It can give, create and perfect life.
Can also be deprived.
But time has proved.
Beauty is the product of time.
Under?the?sun
Dance your colorful light.
It is also the most wonderful work of the creator.
It's such a young new shell.
But shrouded in the shadow of ignorance.
It's covered with spots.
Covered with lines
Vague and unfamiliar
But it is so ordinary and forgetful.
But time has witnessed its growth.
It always remembers the time record.
it
It is such a shell that has been abandoned for many years.
The sea can give you everything.
In addition to wisdom
The sea can deprive you of everything.
Except for time.
Because wisdom and time construct the vicissitudes of life.
Chapter III: Shells
Author: Li
I tripped and broke my bone.
Who does the pain in my heart tell?
Old friends all came to visit after hearing the news.
And presents from the seaside.
Picked up little shells—
I remember the poet Li Ying once said
Compared with golden ears
Listen to the songs of the times
And the shell line is thin and dense.
It looks like a tape.
I'm recording my favorite song.
Ruchaochong Dongfanghong
Like waves lapping at the bright moonlight.
Like seagulls flying around the sail.
Like walking up and down the beach.
Children's happy feet
Ah, beautiful shells
Please put my troubles and feelings
Also recorded as a song.
When you are not at home.
Please be careful where you step.
How bumpy the journey of life is.
Chapter 4: Shells
Author: Yao Changan
Son of the sea-soaked in salt water,
The crystallization of wave erosion.
A weak body carries a hard shell,
The slender steps depict the brevity of life.
Annoying, throwing it into the sea,
What people like stays on earth.
The proud sea is fluctuating and calling,
Beautiful shops are fuller.
Friends regard you as a souvenir of friendship,
The lover hangs you proudly on his chest.
I've never walked by the sea,
Never had anything to do with the sea.
Counting treasures,
God's love echoed by the sea.
8. The ancient poem "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" about "shells" is silent and dives with the wind at night.
Pear blossoms are white with rain, and Haitang is blushing. In the spring.
A "striking" is folded into a poem, and the ink is screened to Mei. Every word is a pearl, and flowers are scarlet, falling with the wind.
Ada also likes his eyes and charming, he is relaxed and happy. Fish sink and geese fall, flowers blush and the moon closes, and this life is not wasted.
"Lotus in the Rain" Tian Tian green beads rain, graceful. A wisp of fragrance sends the breeze, and an exquisite poem is freehand.
"Watching the Sea" wins in Qilu, especially in Jiaodong, where the island city has been prosperous since ancient times. Bowo Changhong, at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, is a hundred thousand manufacturers in the West Sea.
Poetry about shells: Modern poem "Shell" The son of the sea-soaked in salt water, the crystallization of the sea-washed in the waves. The frail body bears a hard shell, and the slender steps depict the shortness of life.
Those who hate it stay in the sea, and those who like it stay on earth. 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 wandered by the sea, and I have never been destined to go to the sea.
Counting the treasures, God's love echoed by the sea. Shell time is like the sea. It can give, create and perfect life, or it can be deprived. But time has proved beauty. It is the product of time. Dancing in the sun is the most beautiful work of the creator. It is such a young shell, shrouded in the shadow of ignorance. Its body is covered with mottled lines, dim, strange and so ordinary. Forgotten, but time has witnessed its growth, and it always remembers the record of time. It is such a shell that has been abandoned for many years. The sea can give you everything except wisdom. The sea can deprive you of everything except time, because wisdom and time have built vicissitudes.
9. What is the sea in the poem about the sea? It is my wandering dream in this life, and it is also the pain of my life.
When I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea.
The 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 sound of the tide wet my eyes. On the edge of dreams, people who long for the breath of the sea hum one song after another.
In the days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone on the rocks in the sea.
Reef. 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 expect the care of the sea. The reef is only one meter away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply.
Your sad memories, thousands of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze conflicts with your desire.
The seawater in the chest, layers of water drops, a little resentment. In the ancient legendary sailboat, fish were caught in the net in all directions.
But destined not to play all the sadness. Ainai's muffled voice beats the dream of the sea again and again, making the sea lose again and again, looking back and sighing again and again.
The ship stood on the wave, the roaring sail had already been pulled down, and the rudder was sticking to its direction. What kind of heart hangs in the air and messy hair looks at everything around.
Years, sailing boats 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 out ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gave the sea a solid chest.
Dare not stop easily, all the storms have not been studied so far, and the heartache still blooms. Every hungry cry will awaken the desire to sleep.
The 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 floats in the vast sea. The seaside is close to the beach, sitting alone at dusk.
Sunset clouds filled the sky. 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, I don't know where there came a faint, heavy and muddy sound, which disappeared and bored my way. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the whirlpool and involved in the bottom of the sea.
Hold a beach of sand and worship. At first glance, piety and despair coexist.
The gesture of sand leaking through the fingers is like a deep past that escaped from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable and the pain is inevitable.
The moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight fell on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips.
The moonlight drops slowly, and the pure voice interprets the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.
Love is hidden in the 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 melancholy in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.
In fact, I have no intention of worrying about it, as evidenced by 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 blows my whole soul nowhere to hide, breaks it into bright waves and floats into my mouth in the neon phantom with bitter and salty taste. The pity of the sun is fleeting, the thin shoulders of the hot son on the sea, and 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 on the lonely beach kissed her naked body and ears. The only survivor of the summer disaster walked across the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered the bones of shells on the beach after robbery. Dark blue blood flooded the whole sea. A surviving bottle floated away, taking away the nine-character love letter of the last ferryman. A flute sounded ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream. The huge water body is cold in the sunlight. Wan Li is cloudless at this time. "Have you ever seen the sea"-Han Dong. You have seen the sea, you imagined the sea, and then you saw it. That's it. You have seen and imagined the sea, but you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. Maybe you like the sea best. You have seen the sea and imagined it. You don't want the sea to 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 is blooming. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. I wish you all the best. I wish you happiness on earth. Gorky Haiyan, Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea.
10. Poems about shells I am a small shell in the green sea.
Swim, swim, swim to the desert on your shore.
I want to know what you are thinking.
Hold your right cheek.
Laugh a little dimpled.
You look at the sea and feel "green"
You look at the sky. The weather is very warm.
I am a small shell in the green ocean.
Swim, swim, swim to the desert on your shore.
I just want you to pick me up.
Take home
Put it on your pillow.
Tell you a story about fish.
Sing the song of the sea for you
Shellfish in Lotus Leaf —— A Shallow Crime
White lotus leaf shellfish
Maybe I should only give you half.
Or we can work together.
Rowing at sea
Put it in gently.
The center of the ocean
White lotus leaf shellfish
From the deep sea
Better get it back.
Go deep into the sea floor
My shell
On the distant seashore
Jing Chu beauty
Even if the tourists are busy.
A quiet and carefree day
What a gentle encounter.
My shell
On the mobile journey
Quiet and serene
Even if you go back and forth
Noise from north to south
What a sweet home.
My shell
Gentle my shell
in ten years
The smooth lines of birds sliding across the sky
Stars and dots caressed by the seasons.
My shell
Gentle my shell
I just found out
This was once life.
Its current organization.