A poem about sailing 1. Nautical poems
1, the solitary sail overlooks the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
2. Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea.
It's no problem to cross Qian Fan, where there is water everywhere.
4, the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone.
5. Until the river bank widens at low tide, no wind blows my lonely sail.
Sentences about sailing
1, pretending to be a lone ranger, but like a bird without wings. I am willing to climb mountains and mountains, and I am willing to ride the wind and waves. Just for you, set sail.
Open the skylight of hope, please let me accompany you on the voyage. /3. Love is like a light, which cuts through the desolation of the soul, wraps tenderness in happiness, shapes romance into a happy shape, and opens the skylight of hope. Please let me sail with you all the way!
3, lingering in the concert hall, how cheerful the music is, sometimes soft and sometimes passionate, bringing infinite reverie. Wandering in the ocean world of songs has become wider. The ups and downs of songs and poems are the tides immersed in melodious songs, paddling enthusiastically and dreaming of sailing with the melody.
Take a rest after taking a shower and put away the moonlight in the quiet alley. Under the street lamp, whose melancholy is prolonged by the cold light? Lonely street corners cover the distant road. The faint fragrance of flowers permeates the quiet of the night, and the breeze blows away the noise in the street. The rain dripping on the windowsill is already cold, which is a yearning for memories. Years have turned the page of the past, but they can't erase the page of memories.
5. The schoolbag is a small boat, which carries me swimming in the sea of learning, rushing across rapids and dangerous beaches, drifting and sailing, and reaching the other side of victory; The schoolbag is a treasure, which contains my mother's affection and love and gives me the strength to move forward.
2. What are the poems about "sailing"?
1, Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
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.
2. It's hard to go.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
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.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
3. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan
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.
4. Enjoy the first meeting in Lotte Yangzhou.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Listen to your song today, temporarily, with the spirit of a glass of wine.
5. Looking at Tianmen Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
3. nautical poems
take a long voyage
Every voyage
It is the yearning of people and ships.
Every voyage
It's all the agitation of heart pulp and leaf pulp
Warm harbor
Ambition not to be tied to the boat.
Warm home
Can't tie a sailor's heart
The whistle sounded.
Cut off the eyes of relatives
Enduring attachment
Into the blue music.
Climb the peak again and again.
The sunshine eased the tension on the ship.
Fighting again and again in the wind and rain
That is the strength entrusted by relatives.
The ship drifted alone at sea.
The task flows from the bow to the stern
The other side of the departure is far away.
The other side is still slim.
The ship braved the waves bravely.
The rudder firmly grasps the direction.
Unswervingly sail to the other side of victory
Looking forward to the gorgeous sunrise and fiery sunset.
Every voyage
It is the brilliance created by people and ships.
Every voyage
These are symphonies played by ships and the sea.
4. Poems describing navigation
The fog wetted my wings.
But the wind won't make me hesitate any more.
Coast, dear coast
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
You came again today.
Tomorrow we will be at
Meet at another latitude
It's a storm, it's a light.
Connect us together.
Another storm, another lamp.
Let's divide things up again.
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
It's hard to go (Li Bai)
The cost of pure wine, a gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, a jade plate of delicious food needs 1 million coins.
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.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go! Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Join the army in Wang Changling.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.