The poem about the helmsman is 1. Poetry gives the boat and the helmsman exercises and answers.
On the day when I had to leave, the sun appeared from the clouds.
The blue sky stares at the earth-a fairyland created by God. My heart is sad because it doesn't know where the call comes from.
The whisper of the breeze comes from the world I left? The tearful song there disappeared into the cheerful silence. Maybe the breeze brought the smell of the island? It lies in the warm embrace of exotic flowers and plants in summer on the distant sea.
The market broke up, and in the twilight, people set foot on their way home. I sat on the side of the road and watched you swing across the dark water, and the sunset shone on your sail; I saw your silent figure standing by the rudder. Suddenly, I saw your eyes staring at me. I stopped singing. I call you and take me across the river.
The wind is blowing, and my boat is about to set sail. Helmsman, hold the rudder steady. My ship longs for freedom and dances with the rhythm of the wind and waves.
The day has passed, and now it's night. All the friends on the shore have left.
Untie the anchor and we will sail under the starlight. When I was leaving, the wind rustled and sang in a low voice.
Helmsman, hold the rudder steady.
2. What are the poems about lighthouses?
Rebecca Lighthouse is an ancient Xuzhou, which has been a pleasure for twenty years.
The lighthouse will always be an ice-free port, and now the floor is open to sailors.
The wind in the rudder tower is still evil, and the lighthouse is faint.
Martha lacks a lighthouse, and black rain and black wind are regarded as the standard.
From:
1. "Two Shadows and Lights at Night" Century: Tang Author: Xue Neng
2. "A Journey to Qinhuangdao" era: Modern Author: Lao She
3. "Gong Bei Maruzuo" Time: Modern Author: Wang Jingwei
4. Chunjiang Zhuzhi Ci (Seven Poems) Year: Yuan Author: Wang Feng
Original text:
1. Rebecca Lighthouse, the ancient Xuzhou, has been happy for twenty years. On this day, the general's heart is like the sea, and the fourth watch attracts thousands of people. Hundreds of thousands of military cities, thousands of lights, butter at night is fragrant and warm. Red makeup is everywhere, and cigarettes are good, for fear that music will lead to an increase.
2. There is no Egypt in the northwest of Qingshan, and the wind enters the sea from the southeast. The boat is a wisp of smoke, and the beach is full of snow. Chaolian international song, water around the pastoral scenery back. The lighthouse will always be an ice-free port, and now the floor is open to sailors.
It's hard to find the lingering dream of the sky and the sky while lying listening to the bell in the middle of the night. The wind in the rudder tower is still evil, and the lighthouse is faint. Good friends are gradually robbed, and China will sink for another hundred years. Sadly, I don't sigh, and I have never been diligent in my life.
4. In the morning and evening tides in the north and south of the Yangtze River, Lang's heart does not move. Martha lacks a lighthouse, and black rain and black wind are regarded as the standard.
3. nautical poems
1, the solitary sail overlooks the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
2. Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea.
It's no problem to cross Qian Fan, where there is water everywhere.
4, the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone.
5. Until the river bank widens at low tide, no wind blows my lonely sail.
Sentences about sailing
1, pretending to be a lone ranger, but like a bird without wings. I am willing to climb mountains and mountains, and I am willing to ride the wind and waves. Just for you, set sail.
Open the skylight of hope, please let me accompany you on the voyage. /3. Love is like a light, which cuts through the desolation of the soul, wraps tenderness in happiness, shapes romance into a happy shape, and opens the skylight of hope. Please let me sail with you all the way!
3, lingering in the concert hall, how cheerful the music is, sometimes soft and sometimes passionate, bringing infinite reverie. Wandering in the ocean world of songs has become wider. The ups and downs of songs and poems are the tides immersed in melodious songs, paddling enthusiastically and dreaming of sailing with the melody.
Take a rest after taking a shower and put away the moonlight in the quiet alley. Under the street lamp, whose melancholy is prolonged by the cold light? Lonely street corners cover the distant road. The faint fragrance of flowers permeates the quiet of the night, and the breeze blows away the noise in the street. The rain dripping on the windowsill is already cold, which is a yearning for memories. Years have turned the page of the past, but they can't erase the page of memories.
5. The schoolbag is a small boat, which carries me swimming in the sea of learning, rushing across rapids and dangerous beaches, drifting and sailing, and reaching the other side of victory; The schoolbag is a treasure, which contains my mother's affection and love and gives me the strength to move forward.
4. Poems about ships
The spring tide comes late and the rain comes urgent, and no one crosses the boat in the wild —— Wei Xixi Chuzhou
A boat, a bamboo coat and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue —— Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard someone singing on the shore-Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
Li Bai's "Difficult to Go to the Sky" sometimes braves the wind and waves to straighten my muddy sail and build a bridge in the deep sea.
Du Fu's quatrains window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and Wan Li is moored at the door.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Night berth near Zhangjifeng Bridge
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly. Sikongshu
Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way. Tang Wenru's Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County
The following does not include the names of writers and poems ~
Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty.
There must always be a boat crossing when sleeping on the bridge, and running water should not compete with stubborn rocks.
I came to Jiang Yu's accommodation boat at night, and I couldn't bear to sleep.
In the moonlight, the curtains on the boat roll, and the fragrant dew is heavier than the flowers and trees on the shore.