Author: Shu Ting
Sunrise at Sea has aroused the heartfelt admiration of many heroes.
The sunset at sea evokes the tender nostalgia of many poets.
How many songs are sung on the cliff, the sea breeze is still day and night.
Whispering day and night, how many lines of footprints have been left on the beach.
How many times the sails were raised were kept secret by Haitao.
Secret burial
There have been curses, sorrows, praises and glories.
Life-changing ocean, turbulent ocean?
Where is the pit dug in childhood, and where are the traces of first love side by side?
Ah, the sea, even your waves, can clear your memory.
There are some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night.
Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or the storm opens its greedy mouth.
Ah, life, although you ruined it.
Countless innocent dreams, and some brave people.
Like a petrel flying in a storm?
The night is as calm as the coastal night, and the rocks with cold leaves are as gloomy as death.
How lonely my shadow is from the rocks on the coast.
How proud is my heart from dusk to midnight?
"Free Element", huh?
Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past.
All the past-this world
There is the pain of sinking and the joy of waking up.
Step 2 go to the seaside
Author: Yi
Poetry also has affection, painting also has love, and what is inexhaustible is deep affection for the sea.
What is indescribable is the support for the sea?
Never pay attention to it, never blame it, welcome everything on earth.
Open up a broad mind?
Never tired, never slack off, running day and night.
Singing so softly?
Always young, never old, show the red sun to the world every day.
Elegant demeanor, who offers waves to heaven and earth?
Not afraid of strong winds and heavy rain, how can the sea set off ten fierce rings?
Does the sea still give everything an antai?
Seemingly dull, hundreds of millions of lives have been raised here.
Humans come out of this Schumann cradle?
From returning to the sea, I feel at home.
Open your arms and jump into your mother's arms?
A loyal soul has a real face one day, and accepts everything enthusiastically when it comes.
And promoted to irrigation creatures?
Never show off, never bid, there are deep talents under Pinghai.
Are there any mountains higher than the mainland?
Three parts land and seven parts ocean, which is the ratio of blue planet.
Our bodies are arranged in this way.
Often metaphor is often associated with the party and the motherland.
All that can carry everything is the sea.
Unlimited respect and worship, because the sea has a broad mind.
Because the sea leads us to surge.
3. the sea
Author: Gomez?
I haven't read the manuscript of Hai. In my dream, I leafed through the gloomy notes of various hosts.
When I didn't meet the sea, the stars of the sea flew over my sleep and covered my face?
I have never inquired about the achievements of that country, when the tide of the soul is surging and the moon is in the sky.
Walk back to your lover at night and wander around your mysterious shore?
I have never heard of the stormy waves in your sea, leaping over thousands of generations of copper.
I have never seen your face as vast as silk and as lofty as a mountain?
But when the dark moment of my life came, I came to you.
The yellow sand swept away the sunshine, and the dark clouds rolled across the earth. It was my dark past life. It has arrived.
Facing the sea, spring blossoms?
Haizi, from tomorrow on, be a happy person.
Feed horses, chop wood, travel around the world, and care about food and vegetables from tomorrow.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness.
That happy lightning told me, and I will tell everyone?
Give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger, I bless you.
May your future be bright and your lover be well.
I wish you happiness on earth. I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Extended data:
Ancient poems about the sea:
First of all, sometimes I ride the wind and waves to straighten my muddy sail and build a bridge in the deep sea.
Said by: it's hard to walk.
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
A hard journey is a hard journey and a hard road. Where is Ann now?
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Vernacular translation:
The wine in the golden cup 1000 yuan a barrel, and the food in the jade plate 10000 yuan. But my anxiety made me put down a glass of chopsticks and refused to eat. Pulled out his sword and looked around, feeling at a loss.
To cross the Yellow River, frozen rivers. If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the mountains are covered with snow. At that time, when he was fishing in Panxi, he met the talented King Wen. Yi Yin is employed by Shang Tang.
How difficult is the road to life, how difficult it is, and where is the real avenue? I firmly believe that the time will come, when I will sail and cross the blue sea and blue sky.
Second, ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
From: A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Author: Wang Wan
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.
Vernacular 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. A white sail hung high in the downwind. 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.