Climbing the Stork Tower - Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.
Looking at the moon and remembering the past - Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but falls in love at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
On an autumn night, I feel the coolness as I step out of the fence gate at dawn - Lu You
Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year.
At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain - Wangwan
The guest road is outside the green mountains and the boat is in front of the green water.
The tide is flat and the two sides are lost, but the wind is rising and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I reach the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.
Chang Ge Xing - Han Yuefu
The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the morning dew.
Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of Kunhuanghua will decline.
When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
Viewing the Sea
Cao Cao
To the east is Jieshi to view the Sea.
Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
There are many trees and lush grass.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
The journey of the sun and the moon, if it comes out of it.
The stars are as brilliant as if they came from within.
Fortunately! Sing to express your ambition.
The walrus is like his mother, beautiful and gentle; when a storm arises, he is also like his father, violent and majestic! ——Wu Deyong, Che Jizi
"The Daughter of the Sea"
This is a silvery sea, so quiet that there is no ripple, like thick blue cloth that has just been ironed. ——Deng Gang's "The Passage of the Dragon Soldier"
The sea is quiet, as dark and thick as grease.
——(Soviet) Gorky's "Chelkash"
There is no wind on the water, and the ocean sleeps like a suckling baby... ——(British) Byron " "Don Juan"
The sea is calm and calm, like a blue gem. ——
(Venezuela) Ro Gallegos "Epiphany".
Pushkin--To the Sea
Goodbye, the element of freedom!
For the last time, before my eyes
Your blue waves roll and rise,
Your proud beauty shines spectacularly.
Like a friend’s melancholy whispers,
Like his greeting at the moment of separation,
For the last time, I listen to you
The noisy cry, your gloomy utterance.
The country I long for with all my heart, the sea!
How often, on your shore,
I wander quietly and confusedly,
thinking hard about my cherished wishes.
Ah, how I love to hear your echo,
That hoarse voice, that song of the abyss,
I love to hear your silence at dusk,
And the outbursts of your willful temper!
The fisherman's tiny sail slides boldly between the two teeth with
your moody protection
But if you become turbulent and unable to overcome it,
swarms of fishing boats will be capsized.
Until now, I cannot leave
This solid stone shore that disgusts me,
I have not yet warmly embraced you, sea!
I did not let the waves of my poetry run away with your ridge!
You are expecting and calling...but I am bound.
My heart tries to break free in vain.
It is the stronger feelings that pull me away. Fascinated,
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
Perhaps it still stirs my soul.
A cliff, a glorious tomb...
There, all kinds of great memories
have sunk in the cold dream,
Ah, it was Napoleon who died there.
He has slept in agony.
Following him, another genius
rushes in front of us like a storm,
Ah, another master of our hearts.
He went, leaving freedom in weeping!
He left his crown to the world.
Be noisy and turbulent for the dangerous weather,
O sea! He used to sing for you.
He is shaped by your essence,
O sea, he is a reflection of your image;
He is as deep and deep as you, Powerful and gloomy,
He is also as stubborn as you.
The world is empty...oh, ocean,
Where else can you take me now?
Everywhere, the fate of people is the same:
Where there is happiness, there must be education
Or the tyrant keeps a very tight guard.
Goodbye, sea! Your spectacular beauty
will never be forgotten by me;
I will listen to your roar at dusk for a long time.
With my heart full of you, I will take away
your rocks, your bay,
your light and shadow, the chatter of your waves,
Bring it to the forest, to the silent wilderness.