Blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky with a piece of blue in their hands.
The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." The sun and sand are white in February and August.
I dug two holes in the beach. The sky was silent, and the sea finally foamed.
On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin.
The seabird said, "The sea is dead." It is my wandering dream in my life, and it is also a lifelong pain.
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, a weak, heavy, turbid voice hit me, disappeared my way 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. Through the curtain woven by drizzle, I saw the sky overflow with sadness in July.
Missing blooms quietly in my heart with the night, and I can't erase the dust and lock my dreams. Hide the broken soul deeply.
I only saw the crystal tears wet the pages of poetry. My sky, my heart, would you like to hear a gust of wind, the blessing of heaven, the friendship from afar, the distance between hearts, and the distance beyond? I perceive the world, my sky and my heaven sky with my eyes. If I were a pigeon, I could embrace the sky. Although birds don't leave traces in the sky, I like the blue sky ten years ago. Ten years later, blue is still blue. It is a paradise that will not be lost by time. The sky in March is an illusory and melancholy cloud. The weight of the dark clouds is slowly gathering.
2. Beautiful sentences describing the combination of the sky and the sea 1. The green sea is soft as silk and slightly swaying. From a height, the smoke is vast and endless; Sometimes, the sea is at your feet, whispering softly.
2. The sea is full of Ying Ying, the setting sun shines, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.
Standing on the beach on the shore, looking into the distance, you can only see a vast expanse of whiteness. The sea and the sky blend together, and it is impossible to tell whether it is water or sky. As the saying goes, the fog locks the mountain and the fog locks the sky. The water in the distance, under the delicate sunshine, spreads on the water like fish scales, and keeps jumping to the shore like naughty children.
Looking at the sea, our hearts seem to be broadened. In this state, people are refreshed and relaxed. The sea is at high tide, and the waves in the sea are coming to the shore one after another. Some of them rise like rolling hills; Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high and making a "wow". . Wow. . "Beautiful voice!
5, like its quiet appearance, roaring appearance ... Looking at the open and boundless sea in the past, the grandeur is boundless, and the narrowness, crowding and noise of the city are all forgotten.
6. I can't forget the refreshing and humid sea breeze with an indescribable smell of the sea, blowing people's hair, cheeks and body. As charming as a gorgeous and rich woman.
7. The flowing river turns red in autumn, like a letter from a python.
8. The raging river roared down from the cliff, spewed out and ran for thousands of miles.
9. The sea is still calm, as if asleep. There is no wind or waves. The sea water has solidified, like a thick piece of glass, lying flat and motionless.
10, the vast blue ocean, the waves keep coming in, hitting the rocks, making a roar of the sky and the earth, splashing white foam.
1 1, the white sails of leaves, like a few white feathers, float lightly and leisurely on this golden sea.
12, the spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.
13, the sea is so blue, which makes people think that the color of jade is too light and the color of sapphire is too dark. Even a master can't describe it.
14, the sun shines on the undulating river, like a shiny layer of broken silver on the water surface and a wrinkled green satin.
15, the sea, the real sea, like the vast land of the northern plateau, embodies an unspeakable mysterious vitality and gives people a profound transcendence over nature!
16. In autumn, the mountains are pale yellow or crimson purple, the rivers are blue, the leaves of oak trees are as red as fire, the flowers are as white as snow, the tiles of wild wormwood are gray, the grass is green, and the pink and purple of wild chrysanthemums constitute a colorful picture.
3. What poems describe the integration of the sky and the sea? 1. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky and colors.
Interpretation of vernacular: It is said that the rosy clouds in the sun are flying wild ducks. After the heavy rain, the river seems unusually full. Seen from a distance, the river seems to be connected with the sky.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Bo
Source: Preface to Poems of Tengwangge
Second, the water and the sky are the same color, and the autumn moon shines together.
Interpretation of Vernacular Language: Lake and sky, moonlight in Qiu Guang.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Lu Tong
Source: Shi Hu Pan Yue
Third, the sea looks at the sky, the mountains are wide and the water is long.
Interpretation of vernacular: In the evening, when you climb the building and look east, the sky and the sea are the same and boundless. The shape of the mountain and the posture of the water are open and long.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Source: Jiang Lou Wang
Fourth, how wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Interpretation of the vernacular: the vast sky in the wilderness is lower than the trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Haoran
Source: Night parking on Jiande River
Verb (abbreviation of verb) There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon and islands like the moon by the river.
Vernacular interpretation: The Woods on the horizon look like shepherd's purse from a distance, and the sandbars on the riverside look like crescent moons.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Haoran
Source: Zhang Qiu Deng Lan Shan
4. The ancient poems describing the blue sky printed by the sea walked into the sea, and the waves patted the beach gently, and the touched beach was so flat that people could not bear to tread on it. The air here is salty, too, so it's more pleasant to suck it in and cool it. Look at this beautiful sea and sky, many colorful dots and cheerful shouts impact people's vision and hearing. Happy people are so comfortable and relaxed in the arms of mother sea.
A trip to the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao manages the sea.
Mulberry withered until the wind came, and the sea knew the taste of cold. Drinking horses in the Great Wall Cave of Han Yuefu.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and exposes frost. The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west. Caopi short song line
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Jiuling homesick Wang Yue
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river has a sunset garden. Ambassador Wang Wei went to the frontier.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Li Bai bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou from the Yellow Crane Tower.
5. Sentences describing the sky and the ocean sky: 1 The fish-scale white clouds gradually dispersed, and the blue of the sky became a little lighter. Only the bright moon, like a silver plate, continues its voyage steadily.
The cloudless clear sky in Wan Li used to be light blue, like clear sea water, but now it is getting heavier, bluer and thicker, like a deepening sea.
Lightning and thunder, wind and clouds, rain and wind, the whole sky is like a big stage for singing opera.
Ocean: 1, the sea is full of Ying Ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.
The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.
The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of jadeite is too light and the color of sapphire is too dark. Even a master cannot describe it.
6. Poetry about the sea: How the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river (Li Bai will enter the wine). (Wang Zhihuan: In the Heron Lodge) ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
(Wang Wei's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") When will the Hundred Rivers return to the sea in the east and return to the west? The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
(Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon") Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" looks at the sea in the east facing Jieshi. 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.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition. Modern poetry: a blind that cuts a person into strips.
Blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky with a piece of blue in their hands.
The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." The sun and sand are white in February and August.
I dug two holes in the beach. The sky was silent, and the sea finally foamed.
On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin.
The seabird said, "The sea is dead." The water village draws a river map and rushes to the distance.
Like blood, connected with hometown. River, white swan flying from the source.
Ask me, who did you write Three Farewells for? Lakes and stone walls are over 1000 feet high. Severity and rain, showing my grand plan? The sea has roared for tens of thousands of years.
I still cheer for you in my sleep. The sea is like a mother, beautiful and gentle; The storm broke out suddenly, and it was as violent and dignified as dad! -Wu Deyong and Che Jizhi's "Daughter of the Sea" This is a silver sea, quiet without a ripple, like a thick blue cloth that has just been ironed.
-Deng Gang's "Long Bing Guo" The sea is quiet, dark and thick like grease. (Su) Gorky's Circa There is no wind on the water, and the sea sleeps like a sucking baby ... (British) Byron's Don Juan The sea is calm, like a blue gem.
-(Venezuela) Luo Gallegos's Epiphany. Pushkin-Goodbye to the sea, the element of freedom! For the last time, your blue waves rolled in front of my eyes, and your proud beauty shone grandly.
Like a friend's melancholy whisper, like his farewell greeting, for the last time, I listened to your loud call and your gloomy vomiting. The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! How many times, on your shore, I wandered silently and confusedly, thinking hard about my long-cherished wish.
Ah, how I love your echo, your dumb voice, the song of the abyss, your serenity at dusk and your wayward temper! Under the protection of your moodiness, the fisherman's sail boldly glides between his teeth, but if you are surging and unable to overcome it, groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Until now, I still can't leave this solidified stone shore that bothers me. I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! I didn't let the waves of my poetry go with your ridge! You are expecting and calling ... but I am bound, and my heart wants to break free in vain. Stronger feelings attracted me, so I stayed on the shore ... What is there to cherish? Now, where can I run on the open road? In your desolation, there is only one thing that may still excite my heart.
A cliff, a glorious tomb ... where all kinds of beautiful memories sink into cold dreams. Ah, Napoleon put them there. He was buried in misery.
Following him, another genius passed in front of us like a storm, ah, another master of our hearts. He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He left his laurel to the world.
Make a hullabaloo about, furious about the bad weather, oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you. He is shaped by your essence, the sea, he is the reflection of your image; He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and as stubborn as you.
The world is empty ... Oh, ocean, where can you take me now? Everywhere, people's fate is the same: where there is happiness, there must be education or tyrants to protect it very closely. Goodbye, sea! I will never forget your spectacular beauty; I will listen to your rumbling in the dusk for a long time.
My heart is full of you. I will take your rocks, your bay, your light and shadow, your sound of the waves to the forest and the silent wasteland.
7. Poems related to the sky1; The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: Guan Shanyue)
2. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: (Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain)
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)
4. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are all bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. (Li Bai: seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry)
6. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. Say goodbye to Bai Di in the morning, and return to Jiangling in one day. (Li Bai: "Early Whitening City")
8. There are people in the depths of the white clouds, because the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is inclined.
9. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)
10. The sand sea is deep with the ice, and the clouds are bleak, and Wan Li is condensed. (Cen Can: "A Song of Snow White Farewell to Wu Gui, Secretary of Tian") I finally vomited Xiangyun, and I was pregnant with strange smoke at night. Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly. When the half-acre square pond opened, it was full of clouds and shadows.