The poem describing the sunrise on the seaside is as follows:
1. Sunrise on the sea
The rays of light stain the sea wind, and the waves are turbulent all the time.
The eagle spreads its wings three thousand miles, and the sun, moon, heaven and earth are in the same line.
Author: Meng Haoran
Vernacular translation: The faint halo of the sunrise is like dyeing the sea breeze into a glow. The waves are still rolling in the four seasons. The sea eagles soaring in the sky are like The skyline seems to be aligned with the rising and setting moon.
2. Qijue·Watching the sunrise on the sea (new rhyme)
The maple moon moves westward, the leaves are red, and the breeze blows and the waves pick up the morning bell.
The rooster sings until the sun shines, half naked and half dreaming.
Author: Liu Yuxi
Vernacular translation: In autumn, the maple leaves gradually turn red, the breeze carries the waves, you can hear the bells in the morning, and the roosters crow, The sun gradually leaked out.
3. Qilu·Watching the sunrise on the sea in midsummer
Immerse yourself in the coolness of the snow all night, and the Longchi Lake is connected to the Arctic Ocean.
The morning clouds are too thin to be hugged, and the sea water is deep but it is difficult to hide them.
When it comes out, it burns half of the sky, and then it spins and shoots thousands of hot rays.
Who can be more majestic and majestic than his ageless face?
Author: Wen Zhengming
Vernacular translation: After a night of sedimentation, the water in the morning is very cold. The water and the Arctic Ocean are connected together. The clouds in the morning are very thin and cannot be The water was very deep, but it couldn't be hidden underneath. Suddenly, the sun came out and illuminated half of the sky, emitting thousands of rays of light. The face is as ageless as the smooth steps. Who can compare with its heroic spirit?
4. Qijue·Sunrise on the Sea
The morning is getting colder, the water is getting colder and the heart is chilling, the sea is lazy and the sky is leisurely, and there is no whistling sound.
In an instant, the fire wheel rides on the waves, and the wind turns and crushes the gold.
Author: Cao Song
Vernacular translation: The water in the morning is very cold, the sea has become lazy, there is no roar of the waves, and in an instant, the sun appears like a wheel of fire. On the waves, the breeze blows, and the sea surface fluctuates like crushed gold, shining with golden light.