The poem about the post-90s sea is 1. This poem about the sea has 90 words.
There is a cavity of blood flowing. All you have to do is crash into it.
Sea and sea, love your pure and clean stream, sea, its test of the limit of life, its boiling ideal; The sea has peaks and valleys, its proud works, and the turbulent waves also have the glory of love; Dreams bloom in the torrent of the deep sea, singing songs with fairy tales of true feelings; The sea, the real sea, is mysterious, beautiful and charming. The sea loves your pure and clean water, and the sea loves your deep hiding.
The sea also loves your deep hiding.
The sea is ordinary, ordinary, but so full of charm.
The sea is not a calm pond, but there is happiness in the coolness and warmth; Sea.
Sea, sea, sea. The sea is the sea! There is a never-ending pulse, a sense of charm, and a sense of peace.
Sea, sea, immersed in it, love your mysterious charm; The sea, loving your kindness and nobility, gives people a profound and mysterious charm beyond nature; The sea, loving your kindness and nobility, ebbs and flows, not flowing rivers and streams. Just like the vast land of the northern plateau, it embodies an indescribable mysterious vitality, which makes you feel that the sea has strong vitality.
The sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers, with a broad mind and hardships.
2. Poems about the sea
1 The mountain covers the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
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.
Jieshi is in the east so as to see the sea. The water is gentle, the mountain island is towering, the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.
This is a silver sea, quiet without a ripple, like a thick blue cloth just ironed. -Deng Gang's "Long Bing Guo"
The sea is calm, black and as thick as grease.
-(Su) Gorky's Circa
There is no wind on the water, and the sea sleeps like a sucking baby ...-Byron's Don Juan.
The sea is calm, like a blue jewel. ——
Epiphany by Luo Gallegos (Venezuela).
6 "Going to the Sea"
Your blue waves are rolling,
Your proud beauty shines.
Like a friend's melancholy whisper,
It seems that he said hello when he left.
For the last time, I listen to you.
Shouting loudly, your gloomy complaints.
3. Poems about the sea
Poetry describing the sea
1. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Zhang Tang jiuling
2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?
4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.
6. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light!
There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... sail.
7. Ah, the sea-how kind and lovely you are-Emily Dickinson's blue ocean.
8. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao's ocean view
4. Poems about the sea
1. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Go back, the road is blocked and long. Go back to it, it's in the middle of the water.
After a long time, the Millennium has not changed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Walking back and forth from here, the road was blocked and jumped. Back and forth from there, they drowned in the water.
The dew hasn't touched yet. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and forth from it, the road is blocked, that's right. Go back and forth from there and swim in the water.
(The Book of Songs)
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands.
(Cao Cao: < Looking at the sea))
3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves.
(Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village.
(Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
(Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.
(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating.
(Su Shi: "On the Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong")
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(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
12. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses.
(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")
13. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
(Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
14. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water.
(Wang Wan's "The Mountain in the North")
15. The river is horizontal and willow green, and Langjiang sounds.
(Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")
16. A sunset is spreading in the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
(Bai Juyi: Mu Jiang Yin)
17. During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.
(Du Mu: Autumn Night)
18. How many pedestrians shed tears when Yugutai fell into Qingjiang River?
(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi to Create a Mouth Wall")
19. It's nothing to cross Qian Fan. The oblique light is full of water.
(Wen Tingjun: "Recalling Jiangnan")
20. Look at the landscape of Dongting. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting")
2 1. The wind comes and goes, and the lake looks like the sky under the lake.
(Su Shi: Drunk Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th) 22. The bright moon on the sea was born in the spring tide.
At Helen's cabin.
Wang Zhihuan
The mountains hide the white sun, and the ocean drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons for 300 miles by walking up 24 flights of stairs. Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. 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 if it is, the song is sung.
Cao Cao's view of the ocean.
That's all I have. Is that enough?
What are the poems about the sea?
The sea is my wandering dream in this life, and it is also the pain of my life.
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. Gorky Haiyan, Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea.
6. Poetry describing the sea
Poems describing the sea: the moon, which is full, has now crossed the sea, and the end of the world * * * At this time, the nine-year-old "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about a Far Away" did not see how the Yellow River water moved out of heaven, entered the ocean, and never came back. Tang Libai's "Into the Wine" journey to the sun and the moon, if out of its territory.
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao's "watching the sea" ship died, and Jiang Hai was sent for the rest of his life.
Song Sushi's "Fairy on the Riverside" is a spring tide in Lian Haiping, in which the bright moon on the sea was born. Zhang Tang Xu Ruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River", the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
Wang Tang Zhihuan's "Dengque Building" ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wan's poem "A berth under Beibao Mountain" describes walking on the mountain-Du Mu went up to Hanshan Mountain in the Tang Dynasty, a sloping stone path, and there were people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Antique-Li Bai went to Lianhua Mountain in the west and watched the stars all the way. Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball.
Look at the grandeur of Yuefu and Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden) Go to Lianhua Mountain in the west and watch the stars all the way.
Plain-handed hibiscus, empty steps are too clear (Li Bai; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Lu You's "Post-Red Cliff Fu" sunset outside the mountain, spring water crossing the border.
(Couplet) Purple smoke comes from Rizhao incense burner, and waterfalls hang far away from Sichuan. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
(Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall") Hundreds of rivers boil, and mountains break and people die. The high valley is the shore, and the deep valley is the mausoleum.
(The Book of Songs) This river runs beyond heaven and earth, and there is nothing in the mountains and rivers. (Wang Wei's "Han River Flooding") Tao Jin Yuanming: Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Guo Song Xi: Spring Mountain is as plain as a smile, Summer Mountain is as green as a drop, Autumn Mountain is as bright as makeup, and Winter Mountain is as bleak as sleep. Don: People gradually find the local accent strange, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan. Stone: Looking over the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak, and the distance is different.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Don Wang Wei: This river is beyond heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are both there and there.
Don Han Yu: The river is like a ribbon, and the mountains are like jade pins. Don Li Bai: Five ancient peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain cut Jin Furong from the green hills.
I can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiujiang when I reach the summit, and I will build my nest here in Yun Song. Tang: The beauty of mountains lies in the twists and turns of peaks, and the beauty of water lies in the wind and waves.
Don Li Bai: Xia Yun is on Mount Tai, and it is suspected that Bai Bo rises in the East China Sea. Bird Yang Hao: Clouds come to the mountains better, clouds go to the mountains picturesque, the mountains are bright because of clouds, and clouds compete with mountains.
7. The poem about the sea is as follows
Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" is full of spring tides, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tides.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. The bright moon is in the sky, the horizon is at this time, the sea is floating in the sky at Jiuling, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Qi didn't see how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven and entered the ocean, and it never came back. Tang Li Baisha Sea deepened with unfathomable ice and gloomy clouds. Tang Censhen didn't see the snowy seaside. And the sand, coming from the desert, slowly disappears in the distant seaside, and your vague face gradually becomes clear about what you want to say, but you don't know where to start. I put it in my heart and walked by the sea to watch the tide. I tried in vain to remember every spray, but I wanted to say love to you, but I was blown away by the wind and suddenly turned around. If the sea can call back the love I once had, let me wait for a lifetime. If you have feelings for the past, you will no longer miss it. Let it drift away with the wind. If the sea can take away my sadness, it is like taking away all the wounds and tears in every river. My love, please take away all the singers who take away the sea. Wake up from the abyss of the night, roll and sob, and walk inch by inch to the sea. This maned lion wants to lie at your feet. Obey the unbearable sweet and confusing attraction and trace it back to further and deeper places. Every wave of pain has a desire for life and death. Your voice folds up and your eyes pass through the moonlight. Your voice and eyes open the doors and windows of your soul like fireworks. The sea has more territory than you. You are more energetic than the sea tonight. You collaborated with the sea to create a song. I don't know when passers-by took a picture that made the sea comfortable. How many heroes are sincerely admired by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on cliffs, how many footprints left by the sea breeze on the beach day and night, and how many times the sails raised are secretly buried and cursed by the waves. There have been lamentations, praises and glories. The changing life of the sea, the turbulent ocean, where is the cave excavated as a child, where is the trace of the first love side by side, the sea, even if your waves can wash away the memory, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you pretend to be calm, and let you take away everything in the past. This world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.
8. Poems about the sea
In the Heron Villa-Wang Zhihuan.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Looking forward to the past full moon-Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
I feel that the autumn night will dawn and the hedge door will meet the cold-Lu You.
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain-Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Long Song Line-Han Yuefu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
See the boundless ocean
Cao Cao
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
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.
9. Poems about the sea
sea
Are you a mother or a lover?
I don't know
Bump all the way
My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.
Hair is a mess-looking around.
Whole poem:
seek
sea
Where are you?
This is childhood.
Still in the dark.
I clearly heard your kind call.
But I don't know.
Where are you?
This is a dream in a trance.
Or the empty Penglai fairy island
Learn to crawl or learn to walk.
I've been looking for you.
Huge footsteps
sea
Are you a mother or a lover?
I don't know
Bump all the way
My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.
Hair is messy.
Finally crawling in your smoke
You are so bold and enlightened.
Broad and lush
Is Jade Python Pentium the totem of my Oriental Dragon?
I forgot myself.
Throw away all your luggage.
Change the reserve of the past
Jump into your broad mind.
Hope to adopt,
10. What are the poems about the sea?
Listed as follows:
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. -Wang Zhihuan's "Dengque Building"
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? -Yuefu "Long Songs"
Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. -Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou. -Qian Qi's "Send Monks to Japan"
Bowing without Qilu, looking east at the sea like a cup. -Mount Tai in Li Mengyang
After all, the world is just a small place. -"Farewell to Du Shu"
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. -Zhang Jiuling's Looking Back at the Bright Moon
When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm -Bai Juyi's Painting Screen on the Sea
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. -Cen Can's Song of Running the Horse River bid farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition.
The mouth is thin and the stone is thin, and the heart looks at the sea. -Han Yu's Jingwei Reclamation
Look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. -Song Wenzhi Lingyin Temple
The vast East China Sea is choppy, and the moonlight on the horizon meets again. -Huang Zunxian's "On the night of August 15, the Pacific Ocean is under the moon"
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters. -Lu You's "Autumn Night Fence Gate Dawn"
In spring, mountains and rivers surround the city, and at night, Jiang Tao flows into the sea. -Chen's Bridge Poems
Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life. -Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy
I crossed the Pacific Ocean by boat and watched the rain and fog cross Asia and America. The water waves in the distance seemed to wash the world eastward. The heroes of the Reform Movement of 1898 will not be swept away by the historical trend. Today, I travel far with the ambition of transforming society. -Liang Qichao's Rain in the Pacific Ocean
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Lisi
People who cook the sea have no camps, and women have no silkworms or plows. Food and clothing sources are too scarce, and cooking in prison pots will be levied. Liu Yong's Song of the Boiling Sea