2. Poetry about the vast sky
Poetry about the vast sky 1. Take a step back and broaden the horizon.
As boundless as sea and the sky.
Text/smile at the sky
I walked alone by the sea.
No one can recognize who I am
I walked from the beach to the seaside.
Then walk back to the beach from the seaside.
I'm on the beach
Write your name again and again.
Washed away by the tide again and again.
Including my long-lost footsteps.
Everything will calm down.
Just like the sea, no matter the ebb and flow.
Turn around.
Or take a step back.
It will open the sky.
It will be as calm as a beach.
2. Poetry about Great sea and the sky
About the sea curtain, cut one 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." 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 lowered, 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, I don't know where there came a faint, heavy and muddy sound, which disappeared 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.
Poetry about the vast sky 1. Take a step back and broaden the horizon.
As boundless as sea and the sky.
Text/smile at the sky
I walked alone by the sea.
No one can recognize who I am
I walked from the beach to the seaside.
Then walk back to the beach from the seaside.
I'm on the beach
Write your name again and again.
Washed away by the tide again and again.
Including my long-lost footsteps.
Everything will calm down.
Just like the sea, no matter the ebb and flow.
Turn around.
Or take a step back.
It will open the sky.
It will be as calm as a beach.
2. Poetry related to the sky
"Lonely Sky" Author: Youxiang Mei always likes to stare at the sky when she is lonely. That cloudy day is always depressing.
Sometimes a lonely bird in the air will cause me to sing, and where the bird will eventually go, just like my mood, lonely and sad. The wind kept blowing, and the cold breath filled the air, making people feel helpless.
The sky is still so gloomy, when can I have warm sunshine, just like my heart, I just feel cold. The bare trees in the distance are so listless and have no lasting appeal. They are so lonely and confused that they can only bear it silently. The cruel winter and the alternation of four seasons are silent, and so is life. People will sink with reality in this severe winter.
There is still no smile in the sky, I can only wander in this loneliness, the cold wind is still blowing, the sky is still so gloomy, I am still me, just in the wind. As clear as crystal, it is as clear as crystal. Covered in yellow straw, no longer picky about the coat of the season. Even if there is only a bare bone, as long as there is a millet, it will bloom on the wings of the world. Whether it is loess or valley, it will get into the soil as long as there is a gap. If you give me an iceberg in the grottoes, I will study this cold iron wall with soft water. It's not blood that boils. This is the coffin of poetry. I will take my life to save the bloodless execution ground. Autumn wind silences my lips. I will no longer be sad. I will tear off the last hair of my wings and let the cold wind and winter snow visually try to throw a tear into the wind. I just want to tell everything that it is a transparent crystal. Despair is not a window, but the practice of smelting steel. I just need to get my bag. Holding up a blue sky is the future! ! ! ! ! ! There will be a person standing on the top of the highest mountain looking back at this inexplicable beauty and gently sending me away with the seasonal wind, leaving only a starlight to send you the memories of the bright moon after Qian Qian. I'm thinking of the blue background, which is the color of fantasy. I am looking at the sky, but it is not transparent, because someone told me that blue is hope in the dark. Is there a sky in my world? Is it blue? I am looking at the sky. Where are the imaginary colors? It's a blue background! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Knowing that there is still a world behind us, we can only think about the moon at that time through the locked window of the soul and connect it with the blue sky that can fly freely like a dream. In the inherent square space, the only thing we can do every day is how to fly the bird of soul in a limited space and how to prove the infinite possibility of life journey in a limited time. There is no sun in the city sky, and the cruel whip lashes my spine. There is not a cloud in the city sky, and the ferocious smoke lingers above my head. There is no moonlight, pure as water, and the thoughts of the city flow in my heart every night. There are no stars in the city sky. I created a colorful and dazzling dream with crystal sweat. There is no rain, no dew, no reinforced concrete and no bones in the city sky. I don't believe the temperature of tears. The road is quiet. Occasionally, a few cars will whistle in a hurry to bring some wind to my eyes. I know I can't rub it, but I won't listen until I burst into tears. Walking on the road casually and indifferently, I don't know what is waiting for me ahead, and I don't know where the end point is. I just walked on blankly.
3. Seek a poem similar to Heaven and Heaven.
I have looked it up for a long time, and the sentence "endure a calm moment and take a step back" has no special source, so it should be a long-standing proverb. Some places are also called "endure a calm moment, take a step back and broaden the horizon."
This sentence is to persuade people to be patient. If everything goes to extremes, they often come to an impasse. If they make a little change, they will have unlimited vitality.
Just like many proverbs used in practice, people often use them, but there is no source.
People who live only by hope will die in despair. -Italian proverb
Hope is the dawn of a stormy night. -Goethe
Light the heart lamp to illuminate yourself and others.
The teeth of time can devour everything, but they can't do anything about truth. -Shakespeare
Time is the most precious of all natural gifts. -Einstein
The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind will not stop; My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone.
A blade of grass and a little dew.
You can't make a silk purse out of sow's ears.
Seventy don't fight, eighty don't scold. -put away slang in Taiwan Province province.
4. Poetry about sea and the sky.
About the sea curtain, cut one 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." 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 lowered, 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, I don't know where there came a faint, heavy and muddy sound, which disappeared 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.