Write poems in connection with the information you have read about the sea, expand your imagination and continue to write.

beach

If you can bend down like the sky

If you can stand on the farthest reef.

Look at the recent seagulls taking off. When you close your eyes.

Get close to me with your chin and use the world.

The most delicate voice gives me tenderness.

So, this beach belongs to you alone.

I will pick up shells in the most desolate waters.

Hold on tight under the salty sea water.

The language of every ocean soil and rock, and

On the wings of fish, crystal warm water flows.

Today, all these will comfort me.

I took the stars and the moon and died in the deep sea.

I'm leaving, I'm coming, it makes no difference.

At dusk, if the romantic tide comes.

Silence, with white frankincense

Show me the gentleness of a classical woman.

Let me be crazy and quiet, like a giant born in the sea.

Now, I am moving against this trend.

Watching seabirds sleep happily

Dreams burn with the flame of olivine.

The bustling ship left full of noise.

I won't belong to them, on the woman who loves me.

I held the crying seawater in my arms.

More, I want to find myself in loneliness.

About the sea

Only the rough sea can make me feel relieved.

Only the rushing waves can make me tempted.

I think I belong to the sea.

I am the young and strong son of the sea.

The mountain peak can't stop my thoughts.

Wild grass can't weaken my feelings.

All my pride

All from a thrilling tide.

A hymn about the ocean

The sea and shoes

I want to take you wandering.

Will the ends of the earth come with me?

I write love poems and you sing love songs.

Can we dream together?

Give you the sun and the moon.

Flowers and crowns are also for you.

Give me your heart, okay?

A thousand years ago, you were the queen of my poetry.

A thousand years later, you are the bride of my lake.

Give you green leaves and wine.

Give you the most beautiful wedding.

Give me all your love, will you?

I want to run away with you.

The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, okay?

You are the wind, and I am Sha Er.

How about drifting together?

Haizi and his poems

Haizi and his poems

Haizi and I stood by the sea.

After watching the sunrise and sunset, we talked about a real night together.

From April to September.

We collected 7 1 pairs of white shoes. They are wet by the sea and dried by the sun every day. When the wheat is ripe, put these shoes in the river or plant them in the wheat field. Perhaps, Van Gogh will fall in love with all this, but the sunflower only faces the sun. There are only nine villages. The stars overnight must be hidden in the dew in the morning, and the truth is revealed on the wheat tip. All this is due to Nietzsche's negligence.

Thoreau has brains, and Haizi can't fool him.

Sickle can be used to cut straw.

It can also be used to hunt swans.

Homer lied to him about it.

Look at the sea.

In the past, I fantasized about the sea. Sometimes, I miss the sea.

Closer to a belief. When I really want it,

Become more mysterious. People dig the sea.

Faith gives the sea a color and describes its character.

Tell the world that its quality is firm.

Invincible. None of us will suspect. I want to write.

Yes, but I have never seen the sea. I am very important to others.

The sea is deeply fascinated. My imaginary sea, it must have something to do with

The river is different. It must be bordered by the mainland and blue.

Natural communication. It has an endless sea level. Fine del Mare, La

It makes people daydream. The sea breeze will push the white waves forward, with

Smell the sunset before dusk. Every wave,

Will bring infinite shock to people's hearts. A huge sail

The ship ran aground at the seaside, and brave water flew over a group of seas.

Seagulls, they must all be close to the sea. A festival,

I traveled outside and really saw the sea, but that

That's a corner of the sea, and my fantasy about the sea will soon disappear.

The dried-up sea has an end here. The real sea will have an end.

Really? This is not the sea, I almost cry in my heart, I have

Get excited. But my mood soon fell. friendship

Curtains, fishermen by the sea, sitting next to the house looking at the sea. he

My image appears in my mind. He must be carefree.

Closer to the coast. He can see the real sea.