Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
The clear and shallow white sand beach is still comparable to Qingpu.
Living in water, under the bright moon.
This poem directly describes the scenery such as water, white stone and Qingpu, but what scenery is actually indirectly described?
By depicting the scenery immersed in the moonlight, it means that the moonlight is bright and bright. For example, in the first two sentences, "White Stone Beach is shallow, and the green grass can handle it", the water on the beach, the rocks at the bottom of the water and the cattail grass in the water are picturesque. At night, you can see so clearly, which just implies the brightness of the moonlight.
A group of girls were painted on the white stone beach. Some of them live in Shuidong, while others live in Shuixi. They all come to this shoal to wash clothes and yarns on a moonlit night.
For reference.
2. Poems describing "seaside" include:
1, Li Bai's Drinking for the Moon in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now. The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.
Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light. But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?
The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
Translation:
When will you appear on the bright moon in the blue sky? I stop my cup now and ask some questions. People can't land on the moon, but the moon is very close to people.
As bright as a mirror, it soared to the palace, and the clouds were cold. You can only see it rising from the sea at night. Who knew it disappeared in the clouds in the morning?
In the moon, the white rabbit tinkers with medicine from autumn to spring. Who is Chang 'e's neighbor who lives alone? Now people can't see the ancient moon, and now the moon shines on ancient people.
The ancients and present people passed by like running water, and so did the moon seen by * *. I just hope that when I sing to the glass, the moonlight can shine in the golden cup for a long time.
2. autumn scenery Preface by Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Don't pavilion cold anvil, lonely city painting angle, a school of autumn sound into the boundless. Oriental geese walk from the sea, while southern geese fall into the sand. Typhoon Zhu, just like yesterday.
Translation:
The sound of broken clothes coming into the hostel echoes the corner of the painting of the head of the island city, and an autumn sound reverberates in the vast world. The returning swallows flew eastward from the sea, and the geese in the south fell from the air and landed on the beach. There is the cool breeze that the King of Chu felt when he took Song Yu to visit Lantai, the wonderful moonlight when Yu Liang and Yin Hao chanted banter in the south building, and the scene of the cool breeze and bright moon, all of which are exactly the same as those of that year.
3. Song of the Sea by Liu Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty
Original text:
What is the camp of the people of the sea? Women have no silkworms, no weavers and no plowmen. If the source of food and clothing is too scarce, you will lose the levy.
Every spring and summer, the tide is full, and the tide retreats to scrape mud into an island. After air-drying, salty taste is added, and tide waves turn into brine.
Brine is thick and salty, and firewood goes deep into Wuji Mountain. A leopard can't avoid the tiger's trail. The morning sun rises and the sunset returns.
Translation:
What do salt people by the sea do for a living? Women don't raise silkworms to weave, and men don't farm. Insufficient food and clothing sources, relying on cooking salt in prison pots to pay taxes.
Every spring and summer, the tide rises to the whole seaside. After the tide recedes, we look for salty soil and pile it up into an island. The salt mud is weathered by wind and sun, which increases the salt taste, and then Shanghai water is poured on it to leach brine.
Salt water is much more salty than sea water, but much lighter than salt. Therefore, the salt people dare not stop and need to go into the mountains to get firewood. Knowing that there are tigers and leopards in the mountains, I dare not avoid them. Work at sunrise and return at sunset.
4. Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Translation:
Wandering alone outside the green hills, sailing alone among the green waters. With the rising tide, the gap between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger. The wind blows; A white sail hung high.
The night will pass and the sunrise on the sea will rise; Spring has already appeared in the river before the New Year. Now that the letter from home has been sent, where will it be sent? I hope the geese will return to the north and be sent to the edge of Luoyang.
5. Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty
Original text:
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast 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.
Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out.
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Translation:
Go east, climb Jieshi Mountain and enjoy the boundless sea.
How vast the sea is, and the mountain island stands high on the seaside.
Trees and herbs flourish.
The autumn wind blows the trees and makes a sad sound, and the sea is rough.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to emanate from this vast ocean.
The Milky Way galaxy is full of stars, as if they were born from this vast ocean.
I am very happy, so I use this poem to express my inner ambition.
3. Need some poems about summer, the sea can be ancient or self-created poems describing summer:
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
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. It should be beautiful to write poems about the sunset by the sea in summer. Actually, I'm not good at writing poems or anything. Just try it.
You burn like a fire in the sky.
You are embellishing the last spark for the sunset.
No matter how rough the sea is.
In hot summer, transpiration makes people sweat.
You're still here.
Fly quietly in this sky
You're still smiling.
A brilliant face has a gorgeous halo.
You are the most dazzling scenery.
The sea fades and the sunshine is rendered by you.
You are the quietest color.
Calm as the calm of the sea, but bow your head in the repeated sunshine.
Standing on the beach and leaving footprints.
Carved on my heart.
What about you?
Leave gently
Don't take away a cloud.
In the vast darkness
Sunset, you passed.
However, you will never go there.
In this summer, at this seaside.
With you, with me
There is the most beautiful sunset, unique sunset.
I can't write it, hehe, sorry, I hope it helps. .
I need some poems about summer, either written by the ancients or written by myself: 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. I live in the city deeply, and spring goes and summer comes. (Li Shangyin: (Sun Yat-sen)) 3. The first summer is still clear. It's cool to open the porch. (Du Fu: Sighing on a Summer Night) 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat. (Dai Fugu: Hot) 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds collect summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: Shuige sent Wang Huaying. Everything in Changsha Changjiang Village is very quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's absence? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "On a Dark Day in March") Poetry describing the sea: 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Tang, 902. In the sky floating on the sea, you disappear from the world in your fragile boat. Into the ocean, never to return. Unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning. Tang 5. Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, fly yellow to heaven. 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 ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? The mountain island is towering, the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. If the journey of the sun and the moon comes from this; If the star is bright, if it comes out from the inside. Cao Cao's view of the ocean.
6. Sentence describing the beach 1, step on the fine sand to see the sea! The morning breeze is refreshing and pleasant; Seafood is tempted to enter the nose.
White waves are rolling across the world, rolling in and rolling up. It's really powerful. Scattered islands make people daydream endlessly; Yacht shuttle arouses tourists' emotions.
2. The bright sun in the high sky enthusiastically sprinkled golden light to show friendly respect to the soldiers; The waves of the sea are more and more jubilant and jumping, rushing to the shore playfully, trying to kiss these iron men who protect the country and defend the country; Gloomy coastal shelterbelts, elegant and chic beach villas and golden and soft beaches have brought unspeakable joy to our amiable and lovely soldiers. 3. Wandering on the golden beach, the blue waves are boundless and the sea is crowded with people. The scenery in front of you will undoubtedly melt you into the embrace of the sea and make you intoxicated in the realm of ecstasy.
Even if you get a suit of sand and a wave rolls over, the sand will be washed away in an instant, which is refreshing. I don't know how many years have passed, but the beach is a little thin and hasn't changed much.
The sunshine here is still very gentle; Birds foraging on the beach are still so calm and unfocused; The cool sea water is still as open-minded as ever-like clean, but also good at hiding evil people. Its persistence, tepid, has been preserved for countless centuries! On the white sand beach, the home of the little blue crab is built on the wetland washed by the sea. Behind the thin windowsill, they let their eyes explore the world. They look at tourists coming and going from them with surprise and shyness, with laughter and crying, with joy and death, while their own days are quiet, auspicious and healthy.
6. On the white beach, the white color of coral or pearl shell is discarded at will, which is fine and dazzling. Coconut trees and mangroves always want to stretch their shadows longer so as to get close to those vast seas. Their innocence and simplicity bring tranquility and imagination to the beach-in the embrace of the sea where water meets sky, everyone can have a life like a cowherd and a weaver girl.
7. This beautiful beach is located at the edge of Taiwan Province Strait at the mouth of Minjiang River. Long-term waves have washed the sand grains in Huang Cancan into smooth and delicate skin, the wind is flowing, and the mysterious water in the changing mountains is swaying, practicing various changes here! From the moment I set foot on the beach, vastness is my mind. Without any distractions, I let go of all the trivialities around me, just like this empty whiteness and unspeakable beauty.
After thousands of years of screening, the beach is particularly soft and moist, and the waves come quietly and recede quietly. There are several vague figures scattered on the beach, some chasing each other, some whispering, some lying on the beach, all enjoying this wonderful time.
8. At night, the beach shines with hazy white light. There is a damp wind flowing on the beach.
In the stream, clear spray came from time to time; In the forest protecting the river, occasionally one or two nightingales and cicadas are disturbed and their voices are hoarse. On the long beach, piles of people are enjoying the cool.
Or talk about farming; Or anecdotes passing by; Or "Elvis Presley" with a strong accent; Or play the piano, sing a minor of hometown Lu Opera-"March 3rd in Tomb-Sweeping Day" ... sunshine, beach, waves, old captain. This is the yearning for the beach and the sea when I was a child. With the growth of age, these longings have become memories.
9. It is said to be a beach, but it should actually be called a river beach. After renovation, the floodplain has become flat, orderly, natural and quiet.
After the previous indiscriminate excavation and mining, the dilapidated scene of tunnels, traps and chaos is gone forever. Unfortunately, there are also continuous beaches, and fine sand is connected with water. Is seamless beauty a mirage? Stepping barefoot on the beach, running around, splashing water everywhere, forgetting that your situation is gone forever? Without the endless beach, the vast river beach gives people an empty feeling, and it always seems that something is missing. Fortunately, the beach is covered with pebbles, large and small, white and clean, strewn at random, water and stone are interdependent, and sand and stone are integrated, which is also a unique landscape.
10, a childish call on the beach. A group of naked children, naked with their own desires, desperately chasing and running towards the distance.
Gold seems to be jumping and running, and it seems that it will never catch up. Until I was too tired to run, I dug a hole in the beach and the stream slowly dipped into it. At first it was turbid, then it was clear, and there were few things, so a pool of sweet water would rise.
We bowed our heads and drank happily. When digging a sandpit, the sand left on your hand shines like gold.
It turned out that the flash was just some mica chips. 1 1, the beach, a small corner of the universe.
I don't want to say it's a secret cure. It's too melodramatic. I just want to say hello to every grain of sand and every spray. Strolling between the lines is like finding sunshine in a thread-bound book, exploring how the coldness and sublimity of life have created a vicissitudes of life.
12, beach, soft and warm, emitting the breath of sunshine. She cares about our childhood dreams.
When we were young, we used to spend the night on the beach (at that time, it seemed that we didn't have to worry about which bad kidnapper would take us away in our sleep). Late at night, the figure gradually dispersed and the beach suddenly became empty.
We are also crazy and tired, so we can sleep soundly by laying a straw curtain dog skin mattress on the beach and covering it with a cotton blanket. Soft winds and streams brewed my childhood dreams sweet and fragrant.
13, isn't it a bitter experience to enjoy the beach? Just like fishing your own fish repeatedly with your own net, the futility of failing is by no means insignificant. What is on the back of the sand? There is no need to study it carefully. Only love songs are like wounds, like a cold and beautiful snake. Familiar people come in, and the weak heart is full of sadness and sorrow.
14. The golden beach in summer, under the blue sky and sunshine, colorful sun umbrella yurt tents and life-saving swimming equipment are scattered along the coast, which constitutes a beautiful scenery of the island city in summer. Tourists may rent a sun umbrella to take a nap, talking and laughing; Or lie on the beach with your family and enjoy this interesting sunbathing; Or swim in the offshore, or cross the sea by motorboat.
A colorful sun umbrella, like a romantic flavor, an atmosphere, goes deep into the traveler's heart unconsciously. Maybe I never thought of romance.
7. The sentence of playing by the sea is that the water is blue and the sky is blue. Where water meets the sky is a line. The sea seems to be pushed by a pair of never-ending big hands, forming waves after waves, but when it comes to us, it becomes smaller, as if respecting our distant guests; The waves rolled up like an agile fairy, creating white bubbles.
Wow! Wow! "The waves beat against the rocks, splashing a few feet high. The waves rushed to the shore, gently stroking the soft beach, and reluctantly returned, stroking repeatedly forever, drawing silver edges under the beach, like setting a glittering silver frame on the vast sea, making the sea more charming and beautiful.
Sitting by the sea, the waves beat on my chest and back, just like my mother's hand stroking me. At this time, I think this sea is completely different from the sea in novels and movies. It is not fierce, nor terrible. I lay on the beach, just like lying in a cradle, lying in my mother's arms.
Beach, a small corner of the universe. I don't want to say it's a secret cure. It's too melodramatic. I just want to say hello to every grain of sand and every spray. Strolling between the lines is like finding sunshine in a thread-bound book, exploring how the coldness and sublimity of life have created a vicissitudes of life.
The sea is beautiful, the beach is beautiful, and the blue sky is even more beautiful! There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky in Wan Li, lying on the beach looking up at the blue sky. A gust of wind blows, so comfortable, so free and easy, so refreshing. The wonder of the blue sky is like a flawless gem hanging in the sky, and the wonder of the white clouds is like a flawless gem embedded in a sapphire.
In summer, I like going to the seaside best. Barefoot, stepping on the golden soft beach, the sea breeze blowing slowly is like a pair of warm hands, stroking my hair and cheeks. Sometimes, I put my feet in cool sea water. Suddenly, a cool airflow spread all over the body from the soles of your feet, which immediately dispelled the heat and irritability of the whole body and replaced it with a refreshing and full joy.