A heart longing for a long voyage
Let me be a sailor
There are traces of my sweat on the deck
The sound of the waves standing against the wind is the foot sound of the years
Looking into the distance
It is a picture of clouds steaming and Xia Wei
The red sun locks the beacon
A huge ship
shows. The homesickness
ebbs and flows
The fairy tale of the journey is translated
Xiaju Xiafei
Can't stop the sailor's longing for the horizon
The sound of the whistle
Renders the song-like days
The partners are waving flags at the bow
As if writing magnificent poems
The exotic flowers without flowers on the deck
Also. I'm a sailor
resolute
strong
broad waist
Oh, I'm a sailor
persistent
fighting
indomitable
Oh, I'm a sailor
dreaming about the journey
The soul is Haitian
A sailor who knows the sea (prose poem). There, a round is slowly waking up at an early date, shining your fleet as vast as yan zhen with tender red eyes, and embarking on a journey with the sonorous cry and roar of 27, warriors. So, for the first time, the tide that has been silent for ages has stirred up the waves of civilization, and the sea has accepted the first sailor on the blue planet with her universal love.
From then on, your name, across the vast time and space, echoed in the ears of the world. The island heard it, and the reef heard it. It was a name that originated from a great country, a tough name that conquered nature, a name that spread love and faith, and a name that made the nation under the new moon boil forever ...
Come back, sailor who knows the sea! You know what? When you proudly connect the dream of a powerful country spanning six centuries with more than 1 routes, how many followers look back at the wind, kiss the tide and follow your golden mast shadow to break the waves together! They want to see you involved in other outrageous things, watching you relax day and night, watching you spread silk into ocean currents, and watching you use the giant's arm to roll up a red-hot Chinese knot between Liujiagang and the Red Sea!
the fleet is still moving. The salty sea breeze caresses your sunken eyes. Oh, it's near! Closer! Through the lush fog, you seem to see the people waiting for you at the seaside-there are children and old people, and they also have sunken eyes, staring, staring, and gradually shed tears of longing for conversion ...
Six hundred years! Years beat a mighty heartbeat in the surging sea. You stand proudly in the vast sky, roaring and tumbling in the whale waves of thousands of miles with the natural tolerance and generosity in the blood, and with the lofty sentiments behind the awe-inspiring robes. The fleet, carrying the majestic power of a great country, sailed for the vast sea and the unknown future.
six hundred years! The suffering porcelain may have faded, and the clock of Yongle seems to have long gone. However, the vastness of a door and the dignity of a monument still encourage blood, just like the burning dawn on the mast, rising from your broad brow!
Go home, you sailor who knows the sea! Let the echo of the ten thousand people hitting the water ponder and roar in the chest of the residual heat of the sea, and continue to chase your pentium journey ...